In Honor of The Civil War..
The hermits sat down around the bonfire for their monthly meeting.
All that was heard was the crackling of the fire, Grian and Iskall laughing, and Mumbo panicking over “burnt marshmallows”
It was nice and peaceful.
X put a small helmet on a turtle he had brought to give him company. False was slashing through the air with her sword, practicing her swings. ZIT was maintaining the fire; Impulse by feeding the bonfire twigs, Tango by adding extra fire when needed, and Zedaph frantically motioning when the fire was going low, pushing his pet sheep further and further, who protested with a sad “Baaa…”. Keralis and BDubs were toasting marshmallows, Keralis; as usually looking goofy with his always frightened face staring at his gooey treat. Grian, was hopping around doing multiple things, before opting to argue with Scar about cats, with Doc randomly cutting in at times with a, “Hey, what about Gracey, man?” Stress was tossing a snowball with Cleo, with Joe nearby ‘supervising’ while reading “War and Peace”. Jevin stayed far from the fire to stop his slime from running like wax. Wels and Python climbed up a tree, and Wels fell down on an unfortunate Ren.
Everything was steady and jolly.
Then, Grian piped up. “Hey, remember when we had the war?”
The hermits muttered a “yes” or nodded.
“I can’t believe it’s already been a year!”, Cub breathed, sighing and shaking his head. “Man, that was a profit, I’m telling you!”
“Wait, it’s been a year?!”, Mumbo and Xisuma gasped.
“YES!”, Grian and Iskall shouted at Mumbo.
“Ah… derp.”, X muttered.
“Ah, yeah!” Mumbo says after a moment of silence.
“Remember the Head Hunt I won?”, False says smugly.
Iskall took out some obsidian. “Remember the Fork of Friendship?”, he inquires while tossing it around in his hands.
“Yes. You made my fists bleed!”, Mumbo complained.
“Sorry, not sorry!”, Grian giggled.
“But.. at least I got you back.”, Mumbo reminds him.
“No, you didn’t!”, Grian laughs. “I found a way out of it!”
“Hmm.”
“I used a pickaxe, and then you gave me a box full of poop!”, Iskall complained, his blank green face turning to him.
Mumbo smirked uncharacteristically. “Maybe?”
“But,” Iskall adds. “I made a chicken in a Grian costume poop on False’s base.”
False frowns. “You pranked ME only because you were sore you lost the Head Hunt!”
“Then the credit on the sign changes.”, Grian cuts in.
Everyone stares at Cleo, except for Tinfoil, who was eating an apple and looking at everyone confused. Keralis, BDubs, and Python were busy telling other stories.
“...And you and False prank Ren in supposed to be retaliation with False’s new I.O.U a Prank. You two made a deadly roller coaster.”, Cleo quickly says, attempting to lift the tension.
Grian frowns. “S.M.H, Cleo. Anyways, Ren died from it, yes. Then, when we found out, we changed the credit to Iskall-”
“Badly.”, Ren pips, twitching his ears in amusement.
Grian glares at the hybrid. “Okay, yes, badly. We changed it so that we could still get back at him.”
“Then me, Doc, and Impulse make a trap in a ghost ship!”, Ren continues. “Until, another someone caused unforeseen circumstances..”
Iskall chuckled. “..And got Grian even MORE roped in!”
Grian frowns. “Which wasn’t bro. At all.”
“Then I realize, wait a minute. Iskall hasn’t been punished yet!”, False continues the story. “So, we made him a niiiice velvet poop cake for his temple!”
“Which I helped blow up!”, Grian grins.
“I really don’t understand why you did that.”, Doc says, crossing his arms.
“I touched your bush in revenge.”, Grian says, smirking at the creeper hybrid. “I hid your diamonds with Tango.”
“...And we put Impulse on a lesson!”, chimed Joe and Jevin.
“..And mostly me. I don’t think I quite forgave you for raising the dead.”, Cleo frowns.
“Well, I apologized?”
Grian then takes the story again. “Me and Joe had a small misunderstanding. Involving lava, death bases, and game quotes.”
“..Which ah’m disappointed in your ignorance of my work.”
“Uhhh…”
“We made a sale with exploding rockets at ‘Tek to the Skies’! If only we knew that Tango would find it so quickly..”, X says, still petting his turtle, who, unbeknownst to X, was stealing a shulker box.
“Then you kidnap Sally..”, Stress complains.
“But she isn’t your chicken?”, Wels questions.
“A chicken is an adorable bird. Always.”, Stress firmly states.
“AND THE WAR BEGINS!”, Cub and Scar cheer.
Grian and X firmly stepped towards them from behind, and killed Concorp with their tridents.
“The hell?!”,Cub complains as he respawns.
Silence. Only Keralis, BDubs, and Python chatting was heard.
“Ahem..” Joe says, breaking the silence. “We had our alliances, and we built our bases.”
“AND WHEN IT WAS TIME, I BLEW THE FLAG UP!”, Cub cut in suddenly, causing a glare from many of the hermits.
Then, Tango smiled, and put his clawed hands to his mouth. “BANANAS! BANANAS!”, he crows, causing roars of laughter, guffawing, and chortling. Mumbo turned beet red in embarrassment.
“Worst. Mole. Ever.”, Grian sighs after calming down. “You deserved getting your mustache taken away after THAT infiltration.”
“Same.”, Impulse agrees. “At least, until we find it sticking on our base.”
“That first fight was a disaster, though, if ah say so myself.”, Joe says.
“True.”, the other hermits reply, agreeing.
“But remember our uniforms? And Iskall in his fancy Sweedish outfit?”, X laughs.
“Ja.”, Grian says. “And your team was wearing your Doom armor.”
“Then comes Capture The Flag!”, False says, taking the story again. “Which, I personally, got most; if not all of the flags.”
“It also came with lives. Your lives were so hard to keep track of! It was like watching a thriller or an action movie!”, Scar comments, petting one of the many Jellies he brought.
“And then, as False runs away with the final flag, and the last G-Team life was to be taken, Iskall slays False in the roar of battle, and Grian places the final flag for the victory.”, Joe finishes.
“Ahhh… yes. Those were memories.”, Xisuma sighs. “Like, when Mumbo finally got his mustache, I got trapped in a simple trap, and our flying llamas..”
Then, he shouts, “HEY!”, as he realizes that his turtle had a shulker box clamped on it, and was swimming teasingly in the nearby river.
Angrily, X swan dives into the river, and furiously swims after the turtle.
Everyone laughs.
More memories were guaranteed to come.
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