#Hermitcraft is a friendly and nice server :)
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Hermitcraft Guide: Transcript/accessible version
Hermitcraft is a vanilla style* multiplayer server that has been running in a season format since 2012. Each season, the players move to a new world and start anew, meaning now’s the perfect time to start watching!
The server is invite only, and new people can join only when the existing Hermits unanimously agree that they would be a good fit. The Hermits have regular meetings to discuss new ideas and any concerns.
I don’t recommend watching every episode by every Hermit. There’s shows like HermitCraft Recap to keep you up to date! Don’t feel obligated to watch everything, just have fun!
* the server is mostly unmodded, but in recent seasons, the Hermits have been implementing custom items and texture packs for the sake of storytelling
Individual hermit descriptions under the cut
Descriptions are all edited by myself, with some contributions from other people :)
Hermit: BdoubleO100
Quote: “Axe wielding maniac, that’s me!”
Flags: USA
Description: Bdubs is a master at using unconventional blocks in his highly detailed builds.
It’s a point of pride to always be the one to sleep and skip the night before the others can.
He’s often teased about his height despite not being the shortest Hermit.
Hermit: Cubfan135
Quote: “There is redstone back there… Basically, it does stuff.”
Flags: USA
Description: Cub is really good at basically every aspect of Minecraft, and always goes big in his projects. With Scar, he created a capitalistic empire and then decided he didn’t care for industry afterward, since he had already won. Cub then became a freeloading basement dweller. He enjoys confusing other people with strange antics.
Hermit: Docm77
Quote: “We will crush them with our redstone spaghetti”
Flags: Germany
Description: A bit of an intense guy, Doc is unafraid to play the scary villain. Don’t let that fool you – he’s a big softie. His Twitter is 50% “hey who wants to see the game-breaking death machine I built” and 50% about his adorable kid, nicknamed “Doccy”
His arm was canonically destroyed by the Minecraft dev Dinnerbone back in 2013.
[Desciption provided by anon]
Hermit: Ethoslab
Quote: “Xisuma is okay with pretty much everything I do if he doesn’t find out about it.”
Flags: Canada
Description: Etho is a Minecraft O.G. and the creator of many of the redstone designs that everyone uses. He’s a very dedicated player with an unconventional style, and the other Hermits are a bit obsessed with him. He’s your favourite YouTuber’s favourite YouTuber. And there’s a reason for that.
Hermit: FalseSymmetry
Quote: The Queen of Hearts, Heads and Body Parts
Flags: United Kingdom
Description: Very approachable and friendly, but has a reputation for her confidence in PVP. False works on very large, thematically strong builds. She was the first Minecraft Championship participant to achieve multiple consecutive wins.
Hermit: Geminitay
Quote: “How am I supposed to Live Laugh Love in these conditions!?”
Flags: Canada, Bisexual
Description: Gem is a talented builder with an appreciation of cute aesthetics that’s matched only by her thirst for blood. She’s truly earned the descriptor “Geminislay.”
She joined in season 8, and has effectively struck fear into the hearts of the other Hermits, particularly Etho, despite her wholesome personality.
Hermit: Grian
Quote: “Not everything I do has to start a war, okay? Sometimes I just want to start a society of sewer mole people.”
Flags: United Kingdom
Description: Grian always builds big and pranks bigger. He delights in nothing less than being a public nuisance. This starts (good-natured) wars within the server repeatedly.
He’s very social, but is basically glued to Mumbo and Scar. Infamously never bothers with the backs of his builds.
Hermit: Impulse SV
Quote: "I hate being bad at stuff!"
Flags: USA
Description: Impulse gets a reputation for being super nice all the time but he will hold a grudge forever.
He once moved his entire base up by one block because he thought it would make it look better (it did)
One season he ate crystals.
[Description provided by sudden-memory-loss]
Hermit: Hypnotizd
Quote: “And then I found an enderchest here, it’s got a lot of good stuff in it!”
Flags: USA
Description: Hypno's one of the more reserved Hermits, sticking to himself (+ bothering xB and Jevin). He's extremely laid-back and has a little bit of a deadpan silly sense of humor. He’s a very observant guy who builds geometric and rustic creations. His post-annotated runs of the minigame Decked Out 2 are great if you want to see someone actively break down how they play!
[Description provided by anon]
Hermit: Iskall85
Quote: “Let’s not end it on a goodbye, let’s end it on a Hallo”
Flags: Sweden
Description: A hardworking builder and redstone engineer. Loves making minigames, most of which revolve around gambling. Iskall is a dedicated hater of diorite blocks. Creator of the Vault Hunters modpack and server(s), which he has spent most his time playing recently.
Hermit: JoeHills
Quote: “Sufficiently advanced bothering-each-other is indistinguishable from teamwork”
Flags: USA
Description: Joe is a strange person, and his brand of absurdity cannot easily be put into words. He typically ends his videos with a poem or strange moral. Joe makes funny low energy videos, perfect for those who want to watch something laid-back.
Hermit: iJevin
Quote: “It’s actually pretty straightforward and almost easy. Sometimes.”
Flags: USA
Description: Unashamed. Just in general. A real hard worker who’s willing to destroy a massive project and start over. This commitment carries over into prank wars, which escalate to truly ludicrous heights.
Hermit: Keralis
Quote: “Let’s take the Black Death. I like the sound of that.”
Flags: Sweden, Poland
Description: Keralis favours modern, industrial-styled builds that carry the impression of wealth and prestige. His creations always have a strong sense of life to them. Keralis has a habit of referring to the others with silly nicknames such as “Shashwammy” and “Bubbles”,
Hermit: PearlescentMoon
Quote: “Yeah, I’m a little suspicious of myself to be honest.”
Flags: Australia
Description: Pearl is perhaps one of the best builders in all of MCYT. Her works are awe-inspiring in scale, but really shine in their details. A long-time friend of Grian, she joined HC in season 8 and fits right in, with a unique energy that’s full of fun. She is always up for a light bit of pranking or teasing, with unstoppable chaotic energy when she’s up at 5am for events.
[Description provided by cerealisafunbath and anon]
Hermit: Mumbo Jumbo
Quote: “If I forget, slap me. With a cold, vegan fishcake”
Flags: United Kingdom
Description: Mumbo is best known for his eccentric redstone creations. He’s sometimes too ambitious for his own good – his ideas blow up in his face at the worst possible moments. He’s got a lovable awkward energy and strange, extremely British mannerisms.
Hermit: GoodTimesWithScar
Quote: “A laugh is worth far more than a diamond.”
Flags: USA
Description: Scar’s building skills and storytelling will make believe in magic and want to see what he’ll do next. Scar can pull pranks and act the villain as good as anyone else on Hermitcraft, but no matter what role Scar is playing, you will have a good time.
He’s banned from Canada, so he banned the nation of Canada from his theme park.
Scar IRL has a chronic disease that he’s very open about, and uses a wheelchair. Check out his day in the life videos!
[Description provided by anon]
Hermit: Rendog
Quote: “Have a lovely day warmbloods, I’m off to sharpen my bones.”
Flags: United Kingdom, South Africa
Description: Ren is the hermit most likely to jump in to some over-the-top storytelling, mixing it with his regular content for some impressive arcs. He’s played a lot of roles, from mind-controlled business tycoon to time travelling hippie.
Hermit: StressMonster101
Quote: “Come and chase me boys! I’m going to murder you!”
Flags: United Kingdom
Description: Stress is known for describing everything she loves as “gorgeous!” It’s definitely her catchphrase.
She uses a lot of pink and purple, and loves bright fantasy aesthetics. She’s closest with Iskall, who she will bother at every opportunity.
Hermit: Tango Tek
Quote: “Would I put a tu-tu on my Fifi? Come on!”
Flags: USA
Description: Tango is the creator of the in-Minecraft minigame Decked-Out, which everyone on the server is obsessed with. He’s a lover of all things dramatic and explosive. Tango is hungry for feedback and improvement, and values honesty about his work. World's best minigame creator and world's worst minigame player. Master of making strange noises.
[Desciption provided by sudden-memory-loss]
Hermit: VintageBeef
Quote: “I respectfully decline your creepy ways.”
Flags: Canada
Description: Beef is the most enthusiastic user of the mechanic that allows players to make massive builds into tiny map-based pixel art. He uses this for a lot of different purposes, from wallpaper to custom card games. It takes a lot of dedication, which he has in spades. He's oblivious in the best way possible. He’s walking in circles, he’s misplacing items, he’s having fun.
[Description provided by two anonymous contributors]
Hermit: WelsKnight
Quote: “I’ve got a fever and the only prescription is trading card games.”
Flags: USA
Description: As his name suggests, Wels (knight) has a strong interest in medieval aesthetics, which he uses heavily in his builds. He’s also recorded sea shanties. Former paralegal and court reporter for the US army.
Hermit: xBCrafted
Quote: “Awwww yeah!”
Flags: USA
Description: xB posts often, about two or three times a week. His videos always go over his thought process a lot more than anyone else. His builds have a strong focus on environmental storytelling.
Hermit: XisumaVoid
Quote: “I’ve got derp on the mind”
Flags: United Kingdom
Description: Xisuma tends to pick a theme for his big projects and always wears a matching costume. He describes himself as a big derp, and no one agrees on how to pronounce his name.
He doesn’t reset his episode number each season, so he’ll be starting season 10 with episode #1128! Xisuma is the server’s admin, which is a big responsibility without the powertrip due to the Hermits’ commitment to group decision making.
Hermit: ZombieCleo
Quote: "I'll break you legs"
Flags: United Kingdom, Bisexual. Cleo uses She/They pronouns, but I do not know if they identify as nonbinary.
Description: Cleo enjoys detail work, being the number-one user of the posable armour stand tweak, which she uses to make dioramas and statues. They have a rather dry, mature sense of humour. Formerly a schoolteacher. Cleo is close friends with Joe, and the two regularly stream activities such as crafting together
Hermit: Zedaph Plays
Quote: “Is this a bad idea? Yes. Am I gonna do it anyway? Yes.”
Flags: United Kingdom
Description: Focuses more on making his own fun than on traditional builds. Zedaph is the human embodiment of an explosion happening in another room and hearing someone yell out "it's fine!". A very polite and confusing mad scientist. He does the wildest things just because he can. His editing style is fun and creative, featuring stop-motion montages.
[Description provided by sudden-memory-loss and anon]
New hermits:
Hermit: Smallishbeans
Flags: United Kingdom
Description: Joel is a masterful builder and intimidating fighter. Has very sarcastic deadpan humour. He likes to bully everyone affectionately. Married to fellow MCYTber LDshadowlady (Lizzie)
Hermit: Skizzleman
Flags: USA
Description: Skizz is a beacon of positivity and energy. Strong dad energy. He and Impulse have been friends for more than 25 years. Forms a lot of acronym groups with the Hermits (ZITS, GIGS) and comes up with nicknames for everyone
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In Loving Memory of
Hermit: Tinfoil Chef
Flags: USA
Description:
A beloved member of Hermitcraft since season 2, TFC passed in 2022.
“Five blocks at a time…
Punctuated with a torch…
Five more once again…
TinfoilChef worked at his own
speed, in his own way…
May we all remember him
in our own ways by striving…
to live unhurried by unwarranted comparisons to those around
and bring joy to others
making the art we want to create.”
[Poem by an anonymous Hermit, likely Joe]
Thank you for reading!
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Now the hermits know Pearl’s past isn’t something she talks about often if not at all even Grian knows a whole lot and they’ve known each other since they were toddlers! But she sometimes get into a funk and just avoids everyone for weeks on end they get worried. They try and go to her base but she’s not there Impulse and Gem haven’t even seen her nearby and when she does return she’s usually covered in blood with dead eyes her head down. Not to mention the fact there’s been a massive increase in wolves showing up on the server and not the friendly kind.
Now they want to respect Pearl’s privacy they do really! But the last time she showed up she was curled in a ball next to the Hotguy shop crying with large claw marks behind her and her normally baggy jacket she always keeps on torn to shreds showing a large selection of tattoos they weren’t even aware she had. So after getting her patched up and making sure she was ok they went to her base and sat in front of her with Xisuma pulling the “I demand an explanation” look which he hates pulling.
So after working up a voice Pearl explained her family wasn’t kind…in a traditional sense she comes from a long line of monster hunters who willingly or at least usually willingly become werewolves in order to fight back unfortunately she wasn’t one of those willing ones. Normally the process shouldn’t have side effects as long as it’s what a person wants but unfortunately her grandparents didn’t care for that so they forced the transformation which resulted in the tattoos on her body. So now Pearl has a raging monster inside her that unless she lets loose every once and awhile it can hurt her badly which is what she tried to do since she’s been doing since she’s been on hermitcraft and this is the end result that their seeing when the monster forcibly takes control.
And the last thing she expected was to be hugged by all of them with a good majority of them crying-Mumbo, Keralis your gonna drown Scar at this rate!-while the other majority was already trying to figure out to see if they can remove it or at least a way to ease the symptoms of it. And in that instant Pearl remembered why she fell in love with them all in the first place this curse be damned.
Rando anon
Jokingly, some of the hermits are offended that she thinks they could be taken down by a mere werewolf to begin with. Pearl shakes her head fondly, knowing no wolf is going to help her win that argument.
Xisuma throws himself into research, whilst some of the other hermits band together to find a way to help Pearl manage her symptoms. The wolf needs to be let out occasionally to run off energy, so they need a safe space it can do it! Really, it's just like designing a minigame, and that's something the hermits excel at.
Pearl gives her input, as well. Mostly it's telling people areas the wolf will be able to escape. It can jump over walls that low, yes it can open doors. Gates too. Iron doors take longer so it usually gets bored and gives up.
They eventually end up with a selection of minigames for Pearl to choose from when she needs it. There's ones for running, hunting, fighting- whatever the wolf needs that night! Xisuma promises to keep up his research, but Pearl feels so much better already. It's nice to wake up the morning after a transformation feeling refreshed and energised. She used to always feel like she'd been dragged backwards through a hedge maze.
(The hermits still aren't quite sure how to tell her about the time the wolf came to them and flopped over for belly rubs, though. They guess the previous arrangement didn't feel good for it, either.)
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Stargazer anon again! ★彡
I loved your oneshot on Yandere!Impulse. 11/10! If you write more than once for people, would you do smth Yan!Keralis? I'd think of him being a *very* delusional yandere. Like "we're dating even though they barely know me" delusional. Do with that what you will.
Ty! - 🌠
Welcome back Stargazer! I'm happy you liked the Impulse oneshot, thank you for request once again :]
Notes: Once again, I don't know Keralis that much. But I promise I'll try my best. This oneshot took a while since I had to make a bit of a search to know more about his behavior and all.
Also, thanks for the tip, I love it when people give me those.
TWs: Yanderism, maybe ooc Keralis, isolation, mentions of social anxiety and dependency.
C! Keralis X Reader
Not actually innocent
Keralis was nice.
He really was.
You didn't know him much, sure. But whenever you needed something he always seemed to be there, even if you didn't ask something directly to him, he popped up.
When questioned, he told you word got around.
Word sure traveled fast in Hermitcraft, he normally appeared in less than half an hour.
You didn't even know why you weren't friends with him, like, you guys were friendly but not exactly close.
You met him in the first season of Hermitcraft, you two chatted and even did some collaborations. Both of you liked building so it worked out very well in the aesthetic area, but when it came to actually talking and getting closer it didn't happen that much.
Until it happened.
With the help of your friends, the both of you eventually grew closer in season 2 and in season 3 you were practically best friends.
Then he just disappeared.
Keralis went radio silent and never answered anything you guys sent his communicator after he went inactive on the server.
He didn't return for 4 whole years.
In the years he was gone, not only did new people join the server but you got closer to your old friends. You slowly realized how lonely you actually were when Keralis was on the server. The man basically monopolized your attention, every time you were planning to ask one of your other friends to collab or just hang you he immediately took that time, messaging you first.
Of course, you didn't want to think bad of him, maybe he was just very needy of attention? Spending so much time building couldn't have been good for his mental health, so the discovery that he could build and enjoy a nice chat with someone who just fit with him was too good to skip.
And he was also nice, very nice.
So when he came back after 4 years you couldn't bring yourself to confront him.
What you were able to do however, was avoiding him to the best of your ability.
And you did.
During those 4 years, you changed a lot, your personality now seemed to carry a bit of each of your friends as if they all had contributed to building the person you were now by just being there when your best friend abandoned you without further notice.
To be honest, you were sour at the very start of the years without him. You had trouble to be around everyone again, it was almost like he had isolated you without anyone noticing.
In a few months, your new (and old) friends helped you become a better version of yourself and made you miss Keralis a lot less. It was almost like you had lost a piece of yourself by just being so much time around him and not interacting with one else, like your personality had become bland.
Your habits changed a lot, too.
Before, it was almost like you were an extension of Keralis and not your own person.
Keralis tried pretending like nothing had happened when he came back, he acted the same as always.
It was very common for you to have your communicator always blown up with messages and missed calls from him, back then you would respond immediately when they appeared on your screen, now, when he messaged or called, most of the time you were busy with a lot of things.
Now you had a wide range of people to work with, so it wasn't unusual for you to be working with someone and when you guys decided to stop for a break you notice your communicator to be on the verge of glitching with the amount of messages from him.
You have also discovered something called a healthy sleep schedule.
4 years ago you barely napped, spending all day and night building restlessly.
You also discovered how fun other things were, sure, building was awesome, but have you ever explored? Farmed? Spent time with animals??? The list of things you spent time doing now, with other people or even by yourself kept going.
Keralis was restless.
It was almost like- No, you couldn't have been avoiding him. Could you? After all he had done for you?
No, you weren't avoiding him. You wouldn't avoid him of all people. The bond you shared was special, you loved him and he loved you even more.
Of course not! How come he ever even thought about that possibility? Keralis laughed to himself, walking towards your newly built house, seeing you and Grian in the distance, admiring the giant house and talking about something he couldn't hear, laughing and smiling together. He gritted his teeth as Grian stretched his arm across your shoulders, one of his brightly colored wings following his movements and wrapping across your back.
"These guys are getting on my nerves…" He mumbled, his fist gripping the handle of his pickaxe tighter.
Those new people, getting in the middle of you guys relationship, how dare them!
He rolled his eyes as he got closer to you and Grian, able to hear him bidding his goodbyes before flying away in the direction of the sea, where his base was located.
You were smiling, as you stopped waving and turned back you almost jumped, raising your hands in surprise at the figure of Keralis right behind you.
"Oh, didn't see you there." You smiled, scratching your neck after getting over your precious scare. He smiled back at you, coming to stand right by you, looking out into the distance.
"I think we need to talk." He said, not looking at you.
"Sure, one second I'm just gonna finish making a door to my h-" As you prepared to take a step away, Keralis held your shoulder.
"This is important," You lifted an eyebrow, waiting for what the topic of your important talk would be. "It's about our relationship. "
"Okay, yeah. We really need to talk about our relationship." You gave in, gently pushing his hand off your shoulder and moving to stand face to face with him. A serious expression on your face.
This topic was avoided by you for too long, this wasn't just about your mental health now, you had improved a lot and were okay now, and hopefully you'd be able to help Keralis too. Even if it would hurt him having the truth thrown at his face, this was important if he ever wanted to have friends, to understand how bondaries worked. And despite his terrible mental health, Keralis was a good person, he just needed to acknowledge something was wrong and actually try his best to fix it. And if he was up for it, you would be there to help him, like a good friend really would.
"You have to stop putting people before me." He crossed his arms, you shaked your head.
"That's not- They're my friends!"
"I'm more important than them, am I not??!" He yelled, you were about to speak again when he yelled. "You were supposed to love me!"
You put your hands on his shoulders. Speaking in a slow voice to try and make your words get in his head, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Keralis! This is not healthy."
He sniffed. Nodding his head.
You released a breath in relief. Patting his shoulder with one of your hands before squeezing it one last time.
"We can work this out okay, I'm here to help you." You smiled sadly at him, he lifted his head and smiled back at you, grabbing the hand you put on his shoulder. He held the hand there for a moment before pushing it away gently.
"Okay, now I really should go, it's almost nighttime and I have no doors." You chuckled a bit, glancing back at him before running to your crafting table, waving as you got away.
Ah, this is bad. You got attached to these people in the time he was gone.
Guess it would hurt you more when he isolated you from them again.
Still,you were so loyal to him, only made his love for you grow. Good to know you still loved him as well, it would make the process easier.
#keralis#keralis x you#keralis x reader#yandere x reader#yandere keralis#yandere hermitcraft#hermitcraft x you#hermitcraft x y/n#hermitcraft x reader#tw: yandere#c: keralis
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Something Valuable
Warning:
This is a discontinued and mostly unedited story. If you still wanna read - just for fun - go ahead, but be aware that there most likely won’t be more. I’m just dumping all the WIP I’ll never finish for those interested.
[Click here for my non-abandoned stories]
~*~
When Grian had first started his life as a hippie it had been all in good fun. Just put some flowers in his hair, sit around a campfire and oppose a government facility. Nothing big really. It had all been for fun, just like everything else on the Hermitcraft server. He thought it would be all fun and games like the whole Civil War debacle had been. No bad feelings, no one seriously hurt and all of them had still remained friends after all was said and done. They still had a good laugh about all of it sometimes.
With the disappearance of Villager Grian and his Time Machine, he thought he was about to get into another friendly fight. He had been wrong… He had been so wrong. Maybe he had been too naive. And where had that got him? Inside a prison cell, shackles around his wrists and ankles, staring at a blank wall and wondering what the hell went wrong.
~ A few hours earlier ~
“You sure, Grian?”
Impulse looked slightly worried. Grian sighed in mock annoyance.
“Yeah, yeah. Go on your little date. It’s not like the Hippie Camp really needs to be watched as securely any more.” He vaguely gestured to Ren’s RV, the machine that had been attached to it still missing. It honestly had been the only valuable thing they needed to protect. Now they only had to make sure the entrance to their secret tunnel wasn’t discovered. And he felt pretty good about the way he had hidden it. Doc and Scar would never be able to find the tunnel, even if they found the underground cave.
“Yeah well, but Ren isn’t back from his trip yet… He was supposed to be here with you”, Impulse muttered, seemingly still unsure what to do.
“Don’t worry so much. We both have been here alone countless times before you joined us.. And the Area 77 guys haven’t been all that interested in us since their heist.” Grian shrugged and dropped down in front of the fire, grinning at Impulse. “I am more annoyed that I’ll have to keep myself busy without anyone here, than at actually having to guard alone.”
Impulse still seemed to be hesitant, not moving an inch. Grian was sure he would be late to his date if he stayed any longer. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t have hesitated as much if it had been Ren.
“I promise I won’t do anything stupid. I’ve got my weapons on me – which is not very Hippie by the way. If they do actually attack I am able to defend myself. But I bet I won’t have to. There is nothing valuable around here, they’d be interested in. Now go, or I’ll just have to show you how mean I can be with my sword.”
He was glad Impulse finally nodded. Grian wouldn’t have known what else to say, to convince his friend. And he would have felt a little guilty, if Impulse had stayed behind and postponed his date just because he thought Grian couldn’t handle this by himself.
Impulse got a few rockets out of his inventory and turned to fly away, only to stop again.
“If anything happens. Anything at all. Contact me. Even if it’s a false alarm. I’ll have my communicator on me at all times.”, he said, before adding under his breath, “I just have a really bad feeling about this.”
A few rockets later Impulse was up in the air and flying away.
“Finally”, Grian exclaimed with a fond smile and stretched out, enjoying the warmth of the fire.
What should he do next? He had the camp to himself for the rest of the evening and depending on how Impulse's date went, deep into the night. Maybe he could draw up some new plans for pranks to play… Another way to hide a few chickens in Mumbo’s base would be really nice. He still had to get him back for his latest little hidden machine.
Maybe he could build something hidden as well. Maybe get Impulse to teach him some fancy Redstone tricks. It would need to be small and be able to dispense chicken. Or maybe he’d just hide chickens under the island and have the noise drive Mumbo insane… There were endless possibilities. And one sounded better than the other.
The sun was slowly setting and Grian stared into the fire deep in thought. Ren still hadn’t arrived back, but Grian wasn’t really worried. He sometimes lost track of time like that when he was into a project. Grian knew that feeling.
There was a noise behind him and Grian turned around to look at the surrounding trees. Again there was a rustle and he stood up to look around. He went over to the noise, sword held tightly in front of him. Was Area 77 back to get at them?
As he got past the first bushes he found the source of the noise and it wasn’t Doc or Scar. It was a fox that had gotten stuck in some bushes. Impulse had infected him with that stupid paranoia of his. Nothing suspicious was going on around here. Just a few animals in the forest. Right where they belonged. Grian sighed and bent down in front of the fox.
“Poor thing. Just hold still and I’ll get you out of there…”, he murmured in a low voice, trying not to scare the animal off. Carefully he bent the branches of the bush out of the way and pulled the fox out of its predicament. Just when he had freed the fox he noticed something strange. There was a collar on the fox. A collar with a name tag. He knew only one person on the server that had managed to tame a fox. Grian grabbed for his sword in a hurry, but just as the tips of his fingers grazed the cold metal a damp rag covered his mouth and he was gripped tightly pressed against a large body.
He tried to struggle away or get a look at his attacker, but as he breathed in his movement got sluggish and he seemed to be looking through fog. His struggle got weaker and weaker. He grabbed the hand that was still covering his mouth and clawed at it, trying to get the rag away from him, to be able to stop breathing in the potion. But it was no use. The rag was pressed even harder onto his face and he felt his consciousness fading.
The last thing he thought was that he really should have listened to Impulse. Because maybe… there had been something valuable left at their camp after all that was about to be stolen now.
~*~
A/N: No clue what this was supposed to be. I think if I remember correctly I wanted everybody - including Grian - to think that Area77 is responsible, but they’re not and Doc and Scar set out together to find Grian and prove their innocence.
#🍉 stories#hermitcraft#hermitshipping#hermitship#only tagging because there is some talks of dates#and it would have been shipping if I had continued. I never do without#🍉Discontinued Story Dump
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“ah don’t worry we don’t have real wars here just fun little prank wars we’re peaceful here,” a hermit explains to the dsmp member who is here for their mandatory Hermitcraft Therapy Arc
the sound of a wither spawning fills the air
the ground shakes underneath them as mumbo’s tunnel bore heads for the mycelium resistance hq
the sound of a wither spawning fills the air
a death message pops up in chat that someone has been killed by a ravager
the sound of a wither spawning fills the air
cleo walks by, severed hermit heads spilling out of overflowing shulker boxes
the sound of a wither spawning fills the air
6 death messages pop up in quick succession as tango repeatedly fails at hurtin’ hermits
the sound of a wither spawning fills the air
dozens of stacks of tnt explode at once in a colossal eruption [bdoubleo100 blew up] the chat reads
the sound of a wither spawning fills the air
[xisumavoid: how many more withers do you have to get through?]
[iJevin: maybe 60 or so? sorry for the noise]
[xisumavoid: no worries, just checking]
the sound of a wither spawning fills the air
#hermitcraft#hermitblr#Hermitcraft x dsmp#I'm just saying that Mayhaps Perhaps Possibly It Is Not Outside The Realm Of Probability#that someone coming to Hermitcraft may get culture shock. for reasons other than everyone is so nice#like yeah they don't grief each other#they just build ghast cannons and massive labyrinths filled with silenced phantoms and compete to collect each others' severed heads#for decoration!#it's fine :)#everything is fine :)#Hermitcraft is a friendly and nice server :)#and it's even more ridiculous that all that is actually true
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List of Hermitcraft members and their attributes for MCYT fans who want to watch but don’t know where/who to start with
Grian: builder, cheeky attitude, bird attributes, may cause problems on purpose, great at elytra flying
Scar: builder, expert terraformer, cheery and sweet, Disney Nerd, was a wizard at one point
Mumbo: redstoner, a total dork, feral gentleman, messes up often, has zero braincell when with Grian or Iskall
Iskall: redstoner, OMEGA tree of DOOM, runs modded server Vault Hunters, has zero braincell when with Grian or Mumbo
StressMonster: builder, amazing accent, cheery and lovely, doesn't cause problems but aids them
RenDog: builder, amazing accent, just a little horny but that's fine, Star Wars nerd, amazing lore and editing, winner of MCC 9
Keralis: builder, soft voice - evil laugh, very horny for some reason, capitalist but also very kind
VintageBeef: builder, tells tall tales, the best map maker in the server, music nerd, capitalist but lowkey about it
Welsknight: builder, likes to build medieval style, writes songs for the hermits and once had a rap battle against himself
XisumaVoid: redstoner, soft and steady voice, is a little bit of a derp, the Admin of the server, extreme redstone farms
Ethoslab: redstoner, is THE Ethoslab everyone, cheeky, a bit of a prankster, builds his base only with interiors and nothing else
Zedaph: redstoner, “I focused so hard on if I could that I didn’t think about if I should”, wacky contraptions that serve very little purpose
ImpulseSV: redstoner, “I did a little grinding off camera”, Mr. Build his Giant base one block up because he thought it would look better
TangoTek: redstoner, the Iron King, makes a dungeon crawling deck building game for fun, has an evil lair
Cubfan135: redstoner/builder, “I did a little building off camera”, has a whole wall made of ancient debris, mini game master, MCC10 winner
FalseSymmetry: builder, PVP queen, digs down to bedrock for her bases, dry humor, first ever two times champion for MCC 9 and MCC 10
TinFoilChef: builder/redstoner, the grandpa of the group, slow and steady and methodical, very underrated, the true definition of a hermit
iJevin: builder, questions of the day, nice, friendly, and a little sarcastic, would tear down his base and rebuild it to suit his changing taste
Hypnotizd: builder, a little more chill and lowkey, doesn’t join group event often, also very underrated, nice voice
xBCrafted: builder, sprawling lore and landscape, methodical, doesn’t do timelapses and prefers to show viewers his thinking process, cute laugh
ZombieCleo: builder, bi as fuck, extreme dry humor but laughs to no end when hanging out with Joe Hills, armor stand magic expert
Joe Hills: builder, very into fantasy DnD build, philosophical, has an Energy You Can’t Describe, share braincells with Cleo
Docm77: redstoner, deep gravelly voice, nice accent, a bit of a mad scientist crossed with a vengeful Mafia boss, actually a sweetheart
BDoubleO100: builder, sleep king, energetic, best in the server at mixing block palette with strange blocks, built a whole mountain by hand
#hermitcraft#mcyt#pspspsps dream smp fans you wanna watch hermitcraft so bad#spreading my hermitcraft propaganda#kids dont watch epic smp they have slurs#instead watch hermitcraft to respect people#pmdk talks
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When it comes to minecraft: I'd recommend 3rd life and last life for "people having fun and semi-playing-characters in an actual improv context", they're what happen when you get a bunch of friends and theatre folks together to play a hunger games esque thing and they can be dramatic as they want with it. Also everyone involved are adults and most of them are "family friendly" so there isn't the edgy humor toxic waste culture. Afterlife and Empires I think you've been recommended and they're fun but not improv? Still isn't edgy humor or whatnot but Empires was definitely people acting out a script and Afterlife is supposed to not have a script but it's still got the same pre-planned feeling.
Dream smp is either all scripted or "not canon" now from what I've heard so it's probably not of interest and also it's very high drama, peoples' characters get into big emotional dramatic/violent conflict and some fans get very emotionally invested in it to the point of conflating character actions with the actor. I decided a long time ago not to watch anything dsmp just because it was too stressful.
When you're talking "relatively well-known minecraft servers/communities" there's also Hermitcraft, which for the most part is just friends having fun with no "lore" or "storylines" whatsoever. Sometimes they have fun with improved or scripted storylines though, and season 8 is short and also has more story elements in it if you're interested in that. (also again, adults who are mostly nice to each other and mostly don't play ball with edgy overly-hostile toxicity humor)
There's a million minecraft smp series out there anyway, and a good 80% of them are either scripted or improv story smps, so if none of the relatively most-known ones seem interesting there's LOTS of options ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thanks for the recommendations!!
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Hey what if the Hermits got to see Tommy’s version of war. Someone mentions going to war but it’s the friendly hermit kind of war. Tommy while he seems calm is internally panicking. He grinds just like Techno in the neather. No one sees him for three days and then he grabs a few people on his side and says, “It’s finally done come on- well not totally done but good enough to show.” And he leads them to a far off hidden base with chests of top tier armor, golden apples, over a dozen full stacks of tnt and one full stack of wither skulls. Tommy even shoves a sharpness 3, burning, looting, and unbreaking sword into Grain’s arms while talking battle plans -🐍
The thing is, Impulse thinks, none of this is impressive to him. Well, relatively. Tommy's eyes shine at the elaborate secret base he's built, but he doesn't even have a redstone door. It's just a block in the ground that he mines up and replaces every time he wants to get in and out. There's enchanted netherite armor for everyone, and yeah, the stuff's not easy to get, but Cub has a whole room in his pyramid made of ancient debris. Impulse knows that Iskall has an insane gold farm, so golden apples come cheap. The very specific eleven and one half stacks of TNT are pocket change to Impulse, who regularly steals from Tango’s creeper farm. The damn thing’s so efficient that Tango doesn’t even notice. Impulse himself has a wither skeleton farm so efficient that he sells beacons for dirt cheap.
But here’s the thing.
Tommy doesn’t have a wither skeleton farm. He has no creeper farm, no gold farm, nothing. Every farm he has is small scale, so early game that most of the hermits barely bother with them: a wheat farm, a pit with some cows in it, an afk fish farm. (Tommy doesn’t even know that fish farms are out of fashion, now that 1.16 has nerfed them.)
For Tommy, what he has is the pinnacle of grinding. He’s spent days preparing for war. He comes from a poor server, everyone is aware but is too nice to say. He hoards shulker boxes like they’re 12 bamboo, hides anything he doesn’t want stolen in his ender chest even though he trusts the hermits now. How long has it taken him to accumulate this much? How much time did he spend mining away in the Nether, all alone save for his determination? How many times did he die to a creeper trying to collect its gunpowder? How long has he spent underground, mining away at gold ore?
It scares Impulse. Tommy’s a motivated person, yes, but this level of material preparation? It makes Impulse think that Tommy doesn’t quite understand what the hermits mean by war. Impulse looks at the young man, really looks at him. His coat is even more raggedy, meticulously stitched back together. His body language betrays the exuberance in his voice; the boy is dead on his feet. If Impulse were to remove Tommy’s smiley mask, he knows he’d see deep-set bags under Tommy’s eyes. Impulse thinks that Tommy is so tired he might just let Impulse do it.
Tommy understands war a little too well. He is familiar with it, has personally danced with the devil in a way that few hermits have. Impulse puts his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“Tommy,” he says softly, “I don’t think we have the same idea of what war is.”
Tommy tilts his head in silent confusion.
“Don’t get me wrong, this is all very impressive,” Impulse sighs, gesturing to all the accumulated weaponry, “but Hermitcraft doesn’t do war like that. No one’s going to be in danger.”
“But it’s a war?? Danger’s kinda-- it’s kind of a requirement, innit?”
Impulse tries a different tactic. “Remember when you were new here, and you explained to us what a ‘canon death’ is? And how Xisuma told you that you’re always allowed to respawn?”
Tommy nods warily, so Impulse continues. “So if we’re always allowed to respawn, why would we kill each other?”
“Is... Is Hermitcraft war about suffering, then? If you can’t kill your opponent, then you make them suffer while they’re alive, right?”
Impulse is horrified. As soon as he’s done with Tommy, he’s going straight to Zedaph’s base for a hug and possibly booze. What the actual fuck, Tommy is so young! And he genuinely believes that the hermits would... Tommy must have been a child during whatever war he’d seen, participated in! Is he even an adult now? Is he still a kid?
Impulse has been silent for too long; Tommy can sense he’s said something wrong. He doesn’t correct it, though. Xisuma rolled back the server to give him his compass back once, after he died in lava. Xisuma will do it again if Impulse kills him.
“Hermitcraft war isn’t real war, Tommy,” Impulse says softly. “It’s not about hurting other people. It’s about winning. It’s about having fun. We solve our wars through minigames, and PvP matches, and pranks, and IOUs. We’re all friends here.”
“I don’t understand.” Tommy’s reverting back to the quiet, contemplative young man that he was when he first showed up, the man they know now that he is not. Impulse has to stop this before it gets worse.
“We call it war, but it’s just a competition. I appreciate the amount of effort you put into trying to protect us, but we were never in danger.”
The masked young man says nothing, but sits down on the floor heavily. Impulse sits down with him.
“Hey, it’s okay. Let me tell you a funny story from the Hermitcraft Civil War of season six...”
It’ll be okay. It has to be.
#mcyt#hc x dsmp#hermit!tommy au#hermit!tommyinnit#tommyinnit#impulsesv#tango tek#iskall#iskall85#xisumavoid#xisuma#cubfan135#me.cpp
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im looking into getting into hermitcraft, where would you suggest i start? :o
long post incoming im so sorry anon
SO, the good thing about getting into hermitcraft is that it's incredibly organised. every member's season is presented in (usually) numbered playlists, and the only absolutely essential pre-knowledge you need is "bunch of incredibly talented youtubers are starting up a new minecraft world together." every time they restart the server on a new world, that's a season.
usually i'd recommend season 7 as a starting point, because to me it's the most... balanced season? season 6 was extremely long while season 8 was short and experimental, containing a lot of elements that likely won't return for season 9. s7 is kind of a nice goldilocks zone in that way. (also for perspective on how long each season can take: mumbo's season 8 is an 11 hour playlist, season 7 is a 38 hour playlist, and season 6 is an 86 hour playlist)
HOWEVER. because season 9 is starting very very soon, you may also just want to catch up with s8 as fast as possible and then start watching s9 along with the rest of the fandom. or even just start season 9 blind! it really depends on what you have time for, there's no wrong option. season 8 also has the benefit of the hermits building their bases in groups, meaning you'll be exposed to the other hermits more and learn about them much faster.
(also, if you specifically saw the 'moon big' kerfuffle that every fan was losing their mind over in december and want to know why, that's season 8.)
as for WHO you watch? that's really down to the type of content you like.
if you've got time i'd recommend picking a season, checking out the first videos from a bunch of members (you can just search "hermitcraft season [#] episode 1") and going with whoever jumps out to you as a voice you'd wanna hear for the next 20 hours. once again, there's no wrong answer.
if you want more specific recommendations, a lot of people start with grian's series because he's often central to server-wide shenanigans, edits down his videos a lot, and he doesn't often bring back previous-season concepts, making him beginner friendly. i feel bad advertising basically the most popular guy on the server but like... he's what got ME into it, so clearly it works.
otherwise, you want roleplay and overarching lore? ren's your best friend. wanna watch season 8 alongside someone who's also new to the sever? gem or pearl! want the most intentionally inefficient contraptions? zedaph is your guy. wanna cower in fear as they push the limits of minecraft itself? doc and tango both do it in different ways (tango's s7 is a fave, this man makes entire new games within survival minecraft. it's terrifying,)
i realise this was a lot of words to essentially say "go with your heart!" but i think that's just the best part about hermitcraft. it's not one unified experience, ever member brings their own flavor and i can't know what's gonna be the best experience for you. hope my rambling helped a little, tho!
#SORRY FOR THE LONG POST. I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS. I AM BAD AT CONDENSING THEM.#hermitcraft#i could make a video on this i swear. advertising the hermits.
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hello! update: I started watching hermitcraft and I am thrilled. the vibes are so incredibly friendly and fun; I love the way each hermit has their own little niche and the way they trade and gift things, it's so lovely. plus the little server-wide games and events make everything feel so inclusive. I'm now officially up to date on beef's s9 videos (and the tcg is incidentally a great way for me to be introduced to the other hermits via card types, actually) and now I'm watching gem cause she delights me. her friendship with impulse is sweet as hell. everyone seems so nice!!! I'm v glad your post abt beef showed up on my dash and you convinced me to watch it. I'm having a great time.
Hello! Ahhh I'm so glad! My Beef propaganda worked even better than I expected haha welcome to Hermitcraft! It's so cozy and fun to watch! The server-wide events are my favourite as well, I think the easter egg hunt with the little hermit eggs are just the best thing ever.
I'm so happy you're enjoying Beef and Gem as well, but that's how they get you lol you start with one perspective, then they collab with someone awesome so you watch them. Then that new hermit works with someone else, so you go over to their channel. Then BOOM all of a sudden you're watching 15+ hermits and wondering how your life ended up like this.
Also, I was reading your tags on the other ask you sent me and based on that most hermits could probably fit those vibes. The one benefit of hermitcraft is that all the hermits are adults and they all have been doing youtube for years so they don't need to be super bombastic when filming anymore.
Really and truly the best way to find hermits you enjoy is just to watch one, and go from there. (But as a self-proclaimed ethogirl I insist that you watch Etho when he joins the season. His vibes are impeccable lol)
Please keep me updated as you find more hermits and feel free to just ramble in my ask whenever you like <3 I love talking hermitcraft!
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We say “don’t tag mcyt as minecraft because we aren’t here to see mcyt” but in all honesty it’s just dream smp to me
I used to be a huge fan!! and then I stopped caring. and then a billion controversies and dramatic lore events on the server and it’s like. Oh my god you talk so much
I don’t mind when hermitcraft is in #minecraft even though it’s mcyt because they’re quiet and nice and the hermits are always friendly and they build amazing builds and insane red stone and that’s what #minecraft is here for!! But it’s 100% dream people being loud af at this point those are the people who need to stop tagging incorrectly asap
#minecraft#mcyt#mcytblr#minblr#you know who you are tagging incorrectly.#I do not like you.#hermitcraft#dream smp
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My take on Helscraft: by a new fan who watched one pov of season 7 and like three of season 8
What do you get when the dsmp and 2b2t have a baby that's half-raised by hermitcraft? Yeah you can see where this is going
I don't know who, but someone definitely placed a thousand obsidian dicks across the server. I can envision them so clearly.
The redstone people 100% make the most irritating, noise generating, lag inducing machines ever for the sole purpose of pissing everyone off. I don't think they'd even bother making it useful it's just to be annoying
No one has ever made this point yet but do you guys know those REALLY ugly wanted posters and billboards the dsmp has?
Look at me in the eyes and tell me they don't have these bad boys all over the place. I dare you.
They probably have smaller, hidden bases compared to megabases out in the open for griefing, underground and stuff probably
Some of them at least have the decency to make the interiors pleasant
In their point of view they're just a group of people who share a server together really, griefing and causing absolute chaos is all fair game and they see no problem in it
Like, one part of me thinks helsmits are more like scary edgy terrifying hellish counterparts, but the idea that they're all just little shits with no basic sense of common courtesy is just so much funnier
So when they found out there's actually a separate dimension where they have nice counterparts who are like, ten times richer than they are? They lose their shit
Ex instantly heads over to do a "friendly greeting" at least in their standards (aka popping in to grief the place for laughs)... and instantly gets chucked to the void
Everyone else looked at eachother and simultaneously agreed that the Nice People Dimension is off limits. It's the only rule everyone cares to follow
I have a long ass explanation on how the nether and whatever helsknight has going on can be tied to this but I think that fits better for a separate post next time
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Here are the reasons and ideas behind each prompt of:
-This Hermittober+LastLife List-
Hidden after the spoiler if you’d like to make your own interpretations <3 :D
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1 Wings | Elytra is a core mechanic helpful for the hermits, include your headcanons about this item or who knows, maybe the tridents helps them fly too
2 Fire | Is it by lava? flame bows? a burning tree? or maybe a hot disstrack 🔥🔥
3 Soul | The culmination of your being
4 Duo | A friend that will help you get out of trouble (or get you into it)
5 Magic | Magical creatures, witches, wizards, and watchers are all over and plenty
6 Game | Everyone enjoys a good minigame! :) Friendly or deadly
7 Prank | Harmless like a chicken infestation or chaotic like a bomb
8 War | Never changes. Lead by Red kings, Fungi, or Environmental Corporations
9 Mountain | Iconic landmarks, what looms on top or lives inside?
10 Knight | A fiery warrior who swore loyalty to a cause or a person
11 Void | What lies below the bedrock? Is this an energy core to some beings?
12 Hels | Ah, yes, the two genders: evil and evil
13 Clock | A time teller
14 Pet | Parrots, Axolotls, Cats, Horses, Llamas or an Army of Dogs
15 Crown | Queens of Ice? Hearts? Nature?, a Ruler of something?
16 Hybrid | I believe in nonhuman headcanons supremacy <3
17 Castle | A nice place to stay
18 Item | 12 bamboo? Fork of friendship? an End Crystal? an iconic Banner?
19 Trade | Trade a life or trade some diamonds, shop or make transactions
20 Crossover | through MCC, Clash of Creators or the fans imagination, our fave CCs interact with many other members of the MCYT
21 Flower | To decor your base, wear or gift to your husband
22 Memory | A look to the past! An event of years ago
23 Sword | Weapon of choice to many people
24 Winner | BLUE BATS SUPREMACY, ORANGE OCELOTS MY BELOVED (or any other event, maybe even S1 of 3rd Life)
25 Home | Home
26 Demise | Any death, not necessary from the Demise Games
27 Tower | A build? made with boats or goats? or a watch place the defend yourself?
28 Sunset | Common in Last Life, rare on the Hermitcraft server
29 Book | A helpful tool for enchantments, armorstands or write the name or your enemies
30 Family | 🥺
31 Spooky | IT’S SPOOKY MONTH
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heyo! does anyone know of or own a discord server thats minor friendly, sfw and chill (of course still silly and fun tho just like nice) thats about mcyt or where i can talk to other people about dream smp/ origins smp/ hermitcraft etc... i would like to chat and i will be very respectful!!
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I told you I was brave but I lied
AN: based on this post by @blocklasagna
Or the AU from the time after Wilbur’s death and before Tubbo’s peaceful driven presidency can really begin because rebuilding has just started: The universe takes Tommy from Dreamsmp and asks the admin of Hermitcraft to help him heal. Cue Tommy now in Hermitcraft re-learning how to live again and not just survive because he deserves a chance to be a kid again.
Content warning: Descriptions of a panic attack
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When Xisuma asks him if he wants to go to the server shopping district, he immediately says yes. It doesn't matter that this meeting is going to be for Xisuma telling the rest of the server he's here for now. It doesn't matter that it's like twenty plus people he's never met before in his life. He's not worried about it at all! If it means he gets to see more amazing buildings like Xisuma's base but now from so many different people he's all for it! If only he could get himself to believe it.
When Xisuma leads him to a nether portal he's starting to think this wasn't the best idea. He manages to pass it off as being worried about piglins and Xisuma assures him that their nether hub is spawn proofed, well at least the parts they'd be going through.
That's not something he's sure of but he decides to continue to trust Xisuma for now, at least on this. When he goes through the portal though, if it weren't for the sweltering heat he would not believe this was the nether. He doesn't have time to even look around at the place because he's too busy trying to catch up to Xisuma who's already off walking towards another portal. Hermitcraft huh… Was everything on this server so extravagant and resource intensive? The only other place he's seen so much warped or crimson wood is in the respective forests they come from.
He's too busy gawking at the massive tunnel, made out of crying obsidian of all things, that he almost misses Xisuma going through another portal. Thankfully he manages to catch a glimpse of yellow in the corner of his eye and he scrambles over to follow the admin through the portal. Upon stepping out the other side he immediately thinks that this has to be some sort of fever dream. There are diamonds in the trees. And not even like just a couple, like as many diamonds as Technoblade owns and that's a lot of fucking diamonds. He looks around and is just blown away.
This is a fully paved and detailed shop like area. This is the kinda shit he remembers seeing on servers dedicated to shopping where days of work were spent to make a server area look nice. There's an entire series of stylized buildings that are all completely different scattered about and then he turns around - Holy Fucking Shit. There's a fucking diamond throne. There is a throne made of diamond blocks, literally only diamond blocks in the building behind him. It doesn't matter if it's only the front of the throne or its hollow on the inside, that, holy fucking shit. How many diamonds even is that?
He doesn't even realize he's stopped walking until Xisuma is asking, "Tommy? Are you alright?"
"What the fuck." Is all he manages to say. Why the fuck is there a dog in a jumpsuit. Do those sheep have sunglasses on? What the hell is going on around here?
"Excuse me?" Xisuma balks.
There's, that's a fucking terraformed mountain. He bites the inside of his cheek to make sure he's not having a hallucination or in the middle of a fever dream. Nope, neither of those. He really can't put thoughts into words right now so all he manages to say is, "What the fuck is this place."
"The shopping district?" Xisuma hesitantly supplies. He needs Xisuma to know how crazy this is to him. What the actual shit.
"Dude, Xisuma, how? There's, there's fucking diamonds in the trees. The throne, the throne of diamond blocks. It's just sitting there? Hello? How has no one stolen that? Then there's the fucking buildings! What the fuck!" He yells, half laughing because he feels like he's losing his mind a little bit.
"Welcome to Hermitcraft, your one stop shop for over the top." A new voice chimes in from behind him, sounding amused.
"Hello Joe." Xisuma greets the other person, Joe. He turns to look at whoever it is and finds a dude with a basic blue shirt and jeans. The blue shirt has a white @ symbol on it. Brown hair hangs slightly over the edge of rectangular glasses.
Joe gives Tommy a smile when their eyes meet and he feels like the man is staring into his soul when he greets, "Howdy Xisumavoid and guest, you're up and around much faster than I thought you would be."
"Right introductions! Tommy this is Joe Hills, pseudo admin and poet. And Joe this is Tommy." Xisuma
"Hiya Tommy, nice to meet you." Joe offers a hand which he shakes.
"Thanks, you too." He nods to Joe.
Joe smiles at him again and he thinks that maybe its not Joe, maybe he just isn’t used to people being friendly without an ulterior motive that makes him so nervous about meeting the man. He’s distracted from his thoughts when Joe asks, "So did Xisuma tell you much about this server?"
"Uh… No, not really?" At least he hopes not. He didn’t remember much of anything. It was called Hermitcraft. Xisuma was the admin. Uh….
Joe sends a look to Xisuma who merely sputters in response for a moment before defending himself with an explanation, "I didn't want to overwhelm him! He thought my base was a lot yesterday so I figured he could learn as he went."
"So you didn't want to overwhelm him but then you brought him to the shopping district for the emergency meeting where you're going to tell most everyone on this server that Tommy will be here for the foreseeable future with no other explanation? And you didn't want to overwhelm him?" Joe continues to send a look of what he can only call ‘displeased parental figure’ at Xisuma as he asks. Yikes, he’s seen that enough from Philza Minecraft to know that even if it doesn't mean you’re in trouble it certainly means this wasn’t your brightest idea.
"Okay, fair point." Xisuma sighs.
"Is everything on this server like this?" He can’t help but ask nervously. There was no way right? But no, Xiusma’s base was insane. The nether hub was also insane too.
Joe laughs lightly, "Tommy there are things on this server that will blow your mind, this is just a small glimpse of what Hermitcraft is like."
"Fucking hell." He can’t help but mutter.
"Well I wouldn't want to spoil the surprises of Hermitcraft either. After all, where's the fun in that." Joe grins at Xisuma who merely shakes his head in response to the man’s antics. Joe rolls his eyes but starts walking away only to call over this shoulder, "Alright follow me you two, Xisuma is going to be late to his own meeting."
"We'll have time! Someone else is always late!" Xisuma yells after Joe.
"Yeah but some of us, have things we would like to get back to. Remember this was just brought up yesterday." Joe yells back without stopping or turning around. Xisuma grumbles under his breath but gestures for Tommy to follow him after Joe. Well at least these two seemed like good friends. Hopefully that would bode well for him. But then again, he and Quackity used to be good friends too.
"Hello everyone and thank you all for coming on such a short notice." Xisuma addresses the crowd gathered around the outside of a building. Apparently this was the moon area? He didn’t know what the surface of the moon would look like but here in the center of all of this it certainly looked out of place. Pretty bleak too but there were so many different blocks blended together he had to give whoever built this area props for the block varieties. He stands a little behind one of the various pillars in the ground near where Xisuma is so he’s not visible to the others because he doesn’t want people staring at him right now. Its weird to occasionally peek around and see all these people in the same place talking nicely with one another. He’s used to only seeing fighting when large crowds gather. The area gets silent after Xisuma talks.
"What's this all about anyways?" Someone asks.
He expects Xisuma to ask him to come forward but the admin doesn’t even look his way when answering, "We have a guest who will be staying here on Hermitcraft with us for the foreseeable future. I expect you to all be on your best behavior."
"Why did you look at me when you said that?!" Someone cries out, sounding offended.
There’s a round of laughter when someone teases, "I don't know mother spore, why do you think?"
The first voice snipes back, "Hey! You're in on that too!"
"Yeah but you started it! Besides everyone knows the HEP is the best around here." The second voice throws back with a huff, "Maybe we'll recruit our new guest to join us as well."
Someone else chimes in, "Oh no don't you dare! What if he wants to join our side? Not you HEP people!"
"Nuh huh! He'd join our side after just touring our base!" Another voice retorts back and he peaks around the pillar to look at the group of people. He can’t really make out who is who or who’s been speaking. But now he’s curious.
"Sides of what?" He can’t help but ask, hoping that someone will answer without looking for him.
A man with a pinstripe suit talks without even realizing it was Tommy who asked, "The opposing sides of the war-"
Opposing sides of the war. Opposing sides of the war. The opposing sides of the war. He’s running from the battlefield before he even realizes he’s gone. He hears someone call his name and a few others echo that call but he won’t go back there. Please, please, please no. He hears the sounds of withers and explosions. He can hear the opposing side’s cheers as his friends die. It was never meant to be. The final control room. Eret betrayed them. They all lost a life. He’s already lost two lives. He only has one left. His brother is dead. Wilbur is dead. That’s a good thing right? It means his brother won’t have to suffer anymore. He couldn’t save his brother. He couldn’t save his best friend.
He doesn’t know where he is. The ground is hard beneath him but he can’t breath. Is it possible to drown on dry land? Why is he just sitting here? They’ll catch him if he doesn’t keep running. He pushes himself off white walls and turns to run only to smack into someone coming around the corner of the building.
He’s knocked back to the ground and the world spins. Over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ear he can sorta make out someone say, "A Kid?"
"Oh no." Everything sounds far away. There are people here. He's walked right into two of the enemies. He's as good as dead.
He has to leave. He has to run while they're distracted. He tries to get himself up from the ground only to fail and fall back down against the hard stone. Someone is asking him a question, "Woah dude, are you alright?"
Are they asking him a question? He squints, trying to make out the people in front of him. The world comes together to see a person with a moustache and someone with a robot eye. He doesn't know these people. He shuts his eyes again and curls in on himself. He doesn't understand. What is going on? Why is he so scared? Why can't he breathe?
"Iskall he's having a panic attack." One of the people says. He recognizes the words. A panic attack? It sounds familiar but when he tries to remember why all he can hear is laughter blending into explosions. The world is shaking. The ground crumbles beneath him and - there's something touching his arm.
He wretches away from the touch, eyes shooting open to identify the threat. It's the person with the robot eye. They're holding up their hands in a non threatening way. They're not a threat to Tommy. Their voice is warm when they ask, "Can you hear me? Is it okay to touch you?"
The thought of them not being a threat is quickly overrun by maniacal laughter. Let's be the bad guys, let's be the bad guys. Wilbur wasn't a threat before. People change. He can't trust anyone. The mustached person watches him before turning to robot eye and quietly saying, "Iskall I don't think he can hear us, we need to go get-"
"NO!" He chokes out on half a breath. No, no, no, no, no. He doesn't know these people. He doesn't trust them. But what if they bring back someone he does know? What if it's an enemy? What if it's one of his brothers? He'd rather leave his fate to strangers than anyone he knew.
"Alright alright, can you match my breathing? In and out, in and out, may I see your hand?" Robot eye, what was the name, he doesn't remember what the other person said. Robot eye asks for his hand, holding out one of their own like a request. He doesn't want to take it. He doesn't want to take it. A grounding presence. Calm the breathing. Match my breathing. Static fills his head in the places where memories should be. He holds out his hand. Robot eye gently maneuvers his violently shaking hand onto their chest, he can feel a steady heartbeat beneath his palm. The slow, exaggerated rise and fall of their chest. They're talking to him again, "See just time it with mine okay? Don't think about it, just follow what you feel."
He feels like he's drowning. He feels like the world is shaking. He chokes on his own sobbing and panicked breathing, "They, don't, don't let -"
"Hey, hey it's okay, it's okay. Just match my breathing okay?" Robot eye whispers to him. Gently tapping his wrist to get his attention. Through blurry vision he can make out the fact they're counting but he can't hear the numbers.
"Can't, can't, too loud." Even his own words sound like a roar in his ears. He's going to die here isn't he? This is where they died, this is where it ended. The cramped walls of the ravine loom over him as yelling echoes from nearby. Its too loud here, its always too loud here.
"Mumbo, do the Sahara protocol." Robot eye says to mustache.
Mustache, Mumbo?, looks bewildered at Robot eye who merely nods with a raised eyebrow as if saying to speak. Mumbo sighs but starts to explain something, "So you start by selecting the items you want which sends the order keys back -"
He tries to focus on whatever is being said but it's so over his head that he doesn't even know what the hell is being said. In a brief respite of everything not being deafeningly loud, he can hear the Robot eye person quietly reassuring him, "There you go, just match my breathing. In and out, in and out."
"When the order key… gets sent back to the warehouse… the connected...." Mumbo’s voice fades in and out as he tries to calm his breathing. His heartbeat pounds loudly in his head and everything seems muffled as he tries to make sense of the world.
"Conn- connect the what?" He struggles to ask through shaky words. What the fuck is this dude talking about? Didn’t he hear something about pistons?
There’s a pressure on his wrist as someone, Robot eye, squeezes his arm lightly to get his attention. Its a little hard to hear but he can make out the concerned voice that tells him, "Hey, hey, don't speak, no speaking until you're matched up your breathing."
So he sits there and listens to whatever the fuck is being talked about. He closes his eyes and just listens. This has to be about redstone. He’s heard repeater and comparator which he’s pretty sure are redstone things? His knowledge of anything beyond basic pistons and stuff is basically nothing. Eventually it feels like he isn’t dying anymore. He opens his eyes to see Mumbo pacing back and forth as he talks.
"And then once the shulker box loader is done," Mumbo is just making up words at this point. What the fuck is a shulker box? A loader? Are these english words? He’s too busy trying to figure out what the fuck a shulker box loader that he misses more of whatever is being said. He only snaps out of his own thoughts when Mumbo finally stops pacing, "Until finally the order arrives and you can remove your items from the shulker box."
He stares up at Mumbo, hoping that he looks as confused as he feels. When Mumbo merely shrugs he looks towards the other person who asks, "Better now?"
"Yeah, what the fuck was all that?" He questions, ignoring how raspy his voice sounds.
Mumbo looks at him like he’s the one making up words, "The panic attack or the redstone?"
"You were talking about redstone!?" He can’t help but squawk.
"Yeah?" Robot eye hesitantly answers.
Everyday he is just a little bit closer to losing his mind like Wilbur did, "What the fuck."
The conversation forcibly switches topics when Robot eye suddenly points at him and declares, "Oh wait you're that Tommy kid!"
"I'm not a kid!" He instinctively bites back before he realizes what was just said and pauses for a moment. He never told these people his name, "But my name is Tommy, how did you know that?"
"Dude we've met before, remember MCC?" Does he remember what now?
"What's MCC?" He asks confusedly. Why were these two saying fake words at him? Wasn’t it enough that he had a panic attack?
"Minecraft Championships, run by Noxcrew? If you don't remember me then surely you remember False and Ren right?" Robot Eye person presses. The other two share a concerned look and he feels like he’s missing out on some inside joke.
"Um.. You sure are saying words to me…" He tries to laugh it off but it really doesn’t work. He sure hopes he’s not supposed to remember these people.
"You're joking." Robot eye states and maybe he flinches a little at that.
"Uh…" He looks between the two of them trying to grasp any sort of name from his memory but he's only coming up with a whole lotta nothing.
Mumbo awkwardly clears his throat, "Iskall I don't think he's joking."
They all sit there in the weird silence where the air hangs heavier than when he was in the middle of the panic attack. He realizes that his hand is still awkwardly held out against Iskall’s chest where he can still feel the other’s heartbeat. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to push past the uncomfortable weirdness that he feels because everyone is going to be aware of what he’s doing and focus on him again at the movement. When he finally works up the courage to do so its right as Mumbo says, “We should probably tell the others you’re here.”
Immediately his world seems to darken at the edges of his vision. There’s hands on his shoulders and his eyes snap open, when did he even close them?, to see Iskall looking at him with concern, "Tommy, Tommy just breathe. It's to let Xisuma know you're safe. He becomes a mother hen when he's worried."
He nods weakly, trying to remember how to breath again. He hates this. Hates feeling like this. Hates having to rely on others for something so stupid. His breathing stutters to a more even pattern slowly. Mumbo holds up his communicator which is open to a private chat with Xisuma, "I'll even send a private message to Xisuma, do you want to watch me do it?"
He doesn’t understand why these two are being so kind to him. But he does want to watch Mumbo message Xisuma. Because even if they were nice to him, he still couldn’t trust them. He watches the messages pop up over Mumbo’s shoulder from where the man shifts to sit down next to him against whatever building is at his back.
MumboJumbo: Hey X, me and Iskall found your lost guest. We're probably taking him back to the jungle for a bit.
He wonders what the jungle is aside from being a biome. Is that where these two live? He is thankful that wherever it is, its somewhere out of this shopping district.
Xisumavoid: Oh thank goodness you have him, is he okay?
He feels bad for making Xisuma worry. Why does he always mess everything up?
MumboJumbo: He's physically unharmed and a little shaken up still but he's okay
Xisumavoid: Okay? Why don't I believe that?
MumboJumbo: Iskall says to remember the fifth? What does that mean?
Xisumavoid: Tell Iskall I want to talk to him later but otherwise I'll leave Tommy in your hands. Thanks, you two.
He can’t help but feel even worse at Xisuma’s trust. He has to clear his throat but he manages to rasp out, “Te- tell him I said hi. And, and that I’m sorry.”
MumboJumbo: Sounds good, Tommy says hi and sorry by the way.
Xisumavoid: There's nothing to be sorry for Tommy, but hello back :P
MumboJumbo: :P
He zones out for most of the trip wherever they take him. The jungle right? It's only when he blindly stumbles into Iskall's back for a third time in the nether that he's forced into a piggyback ride. He passes out before they even leave the nether. Maybe letting other people help him is okay, just this once.
#hermitcraft x dsmp#hc x dsmp#dsmp x hc#i think those are all the tags i need on this now?#anyways i return from my break of having to do life things bleh#next chapter will hopefully not be as mean to me as this one was#i hope yall enjoy it anyways!
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It's that time once again when Diabolical plays in my head on loop.
Can I please get fic where Hels gets back on hermitcraft server? Causing some shenanigans and general trouble?
This was so much fun to write, thank you!! It also ended up being WAY more angsty than I expected but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it anyway, my friend :) Slight CW: minor descriptions of injuries
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Welsknight had been avoiding his nether portal as much as possible since he saw his doppelganger disappear through it. Something about the formerly harmless particles and whooshing noise when he walked past it now just about gave him an anxiety attack every time he walked past it. Once, when Jevin popped out of it to say hello just hours after Helsknight had left, Wels had reacted so violently that Jevin was STILL wary around him all these months later.
Nobody used his portal anymore. He made sure of that.
One sunny day, he finally worked up the courage to go to the shopping district, something he hadn’t dared to do in weeks in case something happened. He went straight past his own portal and flew all the way to Etho’s; there was no way he was going to use the portal his evil clone went through to go back to the hell dimension from which he had come.
The shopping district had changed a lot in the weeks Wels had been avoiding it. He couldn’t help staring around at the myriad of new shops that had sprung up. It almost seemed like an entirely new place.
As Wels entered the barge, he found another Hermit already inside, browsing the chest full of golden carrots.
“Hi, Joe,” said Wels politely, unable to hide a smile at the sight of his old friend.
Joe turned and gave him a wave. “Howdy, Wels. Haven’t seen you around here for a few weeks.”
“Yeah, it’s been… a while. Just been busy, that’s all.” Wels awkward;y indicated the chest. “You, uh… buying stuff?”
“Nah, I’m not dealing with diamonds this season. I thought Grian might be open to some kind of trading system using stuff other than diamonds but he hasn’t responded to my message yet, so in the meantime, I’m-.” He broke off with a frown. “Okay, I think I might have forgotten to actually send the message.”
Wels chuckled. “You’re busy too, huh? You only start forgetting stuff when you’ve got a lot on your mind.”
Joe matched his chuckle. “I’ve got quite a few projects going at the moment, yes. You wanna come over to my base sometime and I’ll show you what I’m working on?”
“That sounds nice, Joe, thanks.”
At that moment, the sound of a firework going off nearby caused both of them to look up. A second later, a figure glided through the door and landed neatly on the ground, his elytra closing as he took a few steps further into the room. “Hey, Wels,” Etho said, giving a friendly wave. “Man, you really got here fast.”
Wels frowned at his friend. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I just saw you over by Shade-E-E’s a minute ago. You said hello to me and everything.”
“That…” Wels’s heart skipped a beat. “That wasn’t me.”
Etho frowned back. “Well, then… Someone must’ve stolen a spare set of armour or something, cuz it looked exactly like you.”
“Oh…” Blinking very fast, Wels let out a nervous breath. “Oh, boy… Please don’t tell me he’s back…”
Etho and Joe exchanged a confused look. “Who?” asked Joe.
Wels considered either making something up or dismissing his comment, but looking at the concerned faces of two of his best friends on the server, he decided to tell the truth. “The evil clone of myself that Beef and I accidentally created who ran off into the nether after I beat him in a rap battle when he tried to destroy the server.”
Etho stared at him with wide eyes.
“I thought it might be something like that,” said Joe, nodding.
“How can you possibly have been expecting that?” Wels said in disbelief.
Joe shrugged. “I’ve heard weirder.”
“Well… anyway. His name is Helsknight and he’s from a nether-like dimension called Hels, apparently. I thought I’d driven him back to where he came from but I should’ve known he wouldn’t stay away for long.”
“To be frank, beating him in a rap battle isn’t quite as definitive as beating him in PVP,” said Joe.
Wels scowled. “The last time I tried PVP, you dropped an anvil on my head from a great height.”
“Oh yeah.” Joe snickered. “I did.”
“Leaving that aside,” said Etho, “it seems there’s an evil clone of you loose on the server, so we should probably deal with that. Helsknight, you said his name is?”
Wels nodded. “He looks exactly like me except his eyes are red, his armour is slightly greyer than mine, and his hair is a darker shade of blond.”
“Ohh, I noticed the darker armour,” said Etho. “I just thought it was the shade from my shop. I guess we’d better go find him, huh?”
“Yeah, I need to find him before he causes any more chaos. You guys should probably warn the other Hermits so they-.”
“No, we’re coming with you to find him,” Etho interrupted.
“It’ll be quicker if the three of us look together,” Joe added. “Plus, I’ve never met an evil clone before, so it would be rather thrilling to do so.”
Wels frowned at his friends. “Are you sure? He’s really dangerous. I don’t know exactly what he’s capable of, but he’s from a hellfire dimension, so...”
“As sure as the day is long,” replied Joe, patting his friend on the shoulder. “You need our help and we aren’t gonna abandon you.”
As Etho nodded, Wels gave a small smile. “Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it.”
“No worries. So where should we look first?” asked Etho.
“Well…” Wels thought for a moment. “He’s probably trying to cause some shenanigans on the server. If we check certain prominent places on the server, we’ll probably find him trying to lure me out somehow.”
“I’ll check the rest of the shopping district, then,” said Joe. “He might still be here.”
“I’ll have a look round the nether hub and the Upside Down,” Etho added. “You said he’s from a nether-like dimension so he might gravitate there. What about you, Wels?”
“I’m going to Bdubs’s castle,” said Wels. “It’s the most medieval build on the server, so if he isn’t there now, he’ll end up there eventually.”
“Okay, but be careful, Wels,” Etho said softly. “Don’t do anything reckless.”
“I won’t.”
With that, the group split up.
Wels flew straight over to Bdubs’s base. As he got closer, he couldn’t help marvelling at the sheer size and grandeur of the cliff and the castle sitting atop it. It was one of the grandest bases on the servers, so Wels felt sure he would find his clone here.
He landed atop the cliff and started looking around. As he explored further, he spotted the person he was looking for standing at the entrance to Bdubs’s castle.
“If you’re looking for your little friend Bdoubleo, he’s in the nether,” crowed Helsknight. “I watched him go through his portal.”
Wels glared up at his doppelganger. “You know I’m not looking for Bdubs.”
“Are you here to rap battle with me again, then?” Helsknight grinned. “I warn you: I’ve been practising.”
Shaking his head, Wels drew his sword. “No, Hels. I’m going to do what I should have done in the first place.”
Helsknight sighed and drew his own sword. “So boring. Come on, then.”
His doppelganger’s relaxed, indifferent manner sent a bolt of anger straight into Wels. Letting out a yell, he charged to attack.
Their battle lasted at least ten minutes, though to Wels, it felt like hours. He poured all his energy into his swings, attacking his evil clone with all the rage and fear that had threatened to consume him since Helsknight had disappeared into the nether all those months ago. He was done letting his negative emotions control his life.
Finally, Wels managed to knock Helsknight’s sword out of his hand and kick him to the ground, aiming his own sword at his evil clone’s neck.
Helsknight simply grinned evilly up at him. “You gonna kill me, Welsy? I wouldn’t do it if I were you; we Hels Hermits only get stronger when we die. If you kill me, I’ll come back with a vengeance. We have a special lava fountain in Hels that can-.”
“Oh, shut up,” snapped Wels suddenly. “I’m not going to kill you, but not because of any stupid threats you make. I don’t care what you have in Hels. I’m not going to kill you, because I’m merciful. But if you ever come back here again, I won’t be so forgiving. Do you understand?”
Helsknight simply stared back at him. “You’ve got some great friends here, Welsy. Better hold onto them in case something… happens.”
Wels narrowed his eyes. “You stay away from them. I swear to god, if you-.”
He hadn’t realised that he had lowered his hand slightly until Helsknight moved, fast as lightning, and kicked the sword out of his hand. Before he could react, Helsknight jumped up and grabbed him by the throat. He took two steps forward and threw Wels over the edge of the cliff.
The fall seemed to take only a split second, but the cliff was tall enough that Wels’s left leg broke immediately upon impacting the ground. He lay still in shock, too numb to cry, despite the searing pain in his leg, which was folded painfully underneath his body.
Helsknight appeared above him and effortlessly picked him up off the ground, again by the throat. He grinned, his face less than a foot from Wels’s.
“You know what else we have in Hels?” Helsknight taunted. “Fire. Lots of fire.”
He lifted his free hand, which was now engulfed in burning hot flames. Wels weakly struggled in his grip, trying to lean as far away from his counterpart as possible, as Helsknight slowly moved the fire closer to his face, taunting him with the fact that he couldn’t escape it.
The flames started to burn his face. He held his breath, trying not to let his pain show, trying not to give Helsknight the satisfaction.
But finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He let out a cry at the burning agony across the side of his face.
Helsknight barked a laugh and retracted his hand, as if all he’d been after was a reaction from Wels. “Maybe you should stick with the rap battles next time.”
With that, he dropped Wels on the ground and walked away.
Wels lay where he fell, unable to move through the burning pain in his face and leg. His chest moved quickly up and down as he struggled for oxygen, still winded from the battle.
“Wels!” yelled a familiar voice from somewhere behind him.
Seconds later, Joe appeared on his right and Etho on his left, their worried faces peering down at him.
“Is he okay?” Joe gasped.
“H-His face…!” Etho gently touched Wels’s burnt cheek. Wels could feel his friend’s cool fingers trembling. “Wels, can you hear me?”
Wels couldn’t speak, couldn’t reassure his friends that he would be okay. His leg would heal. His face, he wasn’t sure yet. The only thing he knew wouldn’t heal was the crushing feeling of failure, of knowing that because of said failure, an evil clone of himself was still running around the server, potentially hurting people he cared about. The pain in his leg and face served as an agonising reminder that he wasn’t strong enough to stop his doppelganger.
How was he supposed to protect other people when he couldn’t even protect himself?
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