#staring in. cleo and the fact that the thing she and etho have most in common is CAUTION.

[theminecraftbee]

Etho and Grian are back at base, hysterically laughing over their achievement. Cleo sits inside, staring, as the two of them talk about getting a wither and a warden to fight, and tries to figure out what she feels about it.

In some ways it's not their fault. Task made them do it and all that. Plus--

Well, it's not like she and Etho are losing hearts anytime soon. They've both done a damn good job keeping themselves from dying. A benefit, Cleo thinks, of deciding to team with Etho this time. Between the two of them, they'll largely only do chaos they can recover from. Maybe this is their game. Maybe this time, Cleo manages to stick with someone until the very end. It looks like it. It looks like...

Grian, of course, is the confounding factor.

She wasn't going to turn him away. He needed allies. They needed someone a bit better at actually doing damage than herself or Etho. It's mutually beneficial. And, besides, he's weirdly lovable, in an inherently kind of dangerous way. A little like loving a bobcat someone had accidentally raised as a pet cat until it got a bit too big and stinky and murdery for them. Like, yeah, he shouldn't be domesticated and he's not, really, in any sense of the word, but it's a bit sad to watch him try to survive on his own now, right?

Hah. Maybe that's what Scar managed to do to him. Would explain a lot, really.

Anyway, he's her bobcat now, which is the problem.

See the thing is: Cleo understands Etho. It's why finally deciding to be partners for once felt... right. They're similar flavors of people. Scared, mostly. Survivors, but not in the 'will stab anyone' way that like, Martyn is. Loyal, although Cleo has no delusions that Etho is as loyal as she. And scared. Has she already said that? Scared. It's important to the kinds of things she and Etho are. Like... mountain lions, maybe. Mountain lions that have been around just enough people to know how dangerous they are. Like that.

God, she's only doing cat metaphors. Bdubs really is turning them all into furries.

Anyway, the point is, Grian isn't scared.

And that... terrifies her.

That's scarier than anything else. Because, see, Cleo wants to survive. But more than that, she wants her partners to survive. And she and Etho, the two of them are doing well. Better than most people. They're green and they have so many hearts.

But Grian? Grian's yellow and not afraid and goading Etho into not being afraid too. It's not their fault, exactly, Cleo thinks. They both had hard tasks. They didn't have a choice, Cleo thinks.

But. But.

She doesn't know what to do, if Etho gets convinced the humans down the mountain aren't scary. She doesn't know what to do if he gets too close. She doesn't know what to do if he gets hurt.

Because she--she doesn't think she can learn to stop being scared, anymore.

But she also doesn't know how many times her heart can stand to lose someone.

Did you know--wild cats are social? They have a reputation for being loners, but mountain lions, they're social. They don't do well being alone. They don't actually hunt solely alone. That's the important bit here. They seem independent, sure, but actually...

Anyway. This is Bdubs's fault. For making her a furry, apparently.

She watches Grian and Etho scheme together and sits back and breathes and tells herself that Etho isn't going to stop being afraid anytime soon. That if push came to shove, he, at least, would retreat back, and that maybe the two of them could convince Grian to retreat too. Safe from hunters. Safe from red.

Maybe safe from hurting each other, too.

(She's not so sure about that part.)

#secret life smp #secret life spoilers #zombiecleo #a bee fic #staring in. cleo and the fact she seems to consider dying before or at the same time as her allies as her happy ending #staring in. cleo and the fact that the thing she and etho have most in common is CAUTION. #and then staring at grian. #hm. well. hopefully that ends better than it seems like it might. #ALSO SHOUTOUT TO ME HAVING THE BRITISH PERSON USE METAPHORS USING EXCLUSIVELY AMERICAN WILDCATS #in my defense they're the ones i'm actually familiar with

[dmwrites]

The site of Jimmy’s grave was a bit more damaged then it had been before. There were craters all over the land from the wither- a damn wither, really Grian and Etho?

Cleo opened the chest that had been Jimmy’s makeshift coffin, pulled out the bit of rotten flesh she’d put in to represent him. She brushed the squishy lump off and lifted her shirt slightly, slapping the flesh back onto her torso. It was a wet sound, and she was kind of disappointed that no one else was around to be disgusted by that.

Cleo wondered how long after Jimmy’s death could she start calling herself a psychic for having him attend his own funeral on the same day that he did, in fact, die. She put a hand on the gravestone she’d made- poor bastard, she thought to herself.

There were footsteps behind her, and she turned to see Joel approaching her.

“Hello, Cleo.”

“Hi Joel.”

“What are you doing?”

“I was just cleaning up from the funeral.”

A silence fell between them. Cleo shot a look at Joel. He held his bow loosely in his grip, staring at the gravestone. Cleo did some quick mental math. Of everyone on the server, it really must have been Joel that had lost the most. His wife. His ally. Whatever odd homoerotic thing Jimmy and Joel had going on all the time. She had heard his screams of Jimmy and Mumbo’s names as they’d perished- they’d both died right in front of everyone. Anguished cries that no one even had the time to acknowledge in the chaos.

Cleo wanted to walk away. She really did- hell, she and Joel were on opposite sides of the spectrum at this point- he’d lost so many, and Cleo had her two idiot allies back at home, green and happy and alive. Why on earth would she possibly care about anyone other than her own allies?

She sighed. She didn’t walk away.

“I’m sorry, Joel, for your losses today.”

“Doesn’t matter- was bound to happen anyway.” Joel spoke in a deeply bitter tone, like he was trying and failing to spit acid.

“Alright, play the emotionally unavailable guy, see if I care.” Cleo did make to move away, but Joel spoke again, softer now.

“Why did they have to die, Cleo?”

“We all will, probably sooner rather than later, Joel.”

“But why them? Mumbo and Jimmy and… Lizzie.” Joel’s name caught on the word Lizzie, and his face crumbled. Cleo watched him as he stepped forward, putting a hand on the gravestone. “Could you leave this up, Cleo? It would be nice for… some people on the server to be able to visit every once in a while.”

Cleo decided not to tell Joel that she’d planned on leaving the gravestone up so she could gloat about guessing that Jimmy would die.

“Sure, Joel.” Cleo said, and her heart felt like it was twisting horribly as she watched Joel sag against the cold stone, hand pressed to the sign with Jimmy’s name. She walked forward, softly, and etched Lizzie and Mumbo’s names into the wooden sign.

“You… take all the time you need. Or anyone else who needs to… mourn.”

She took a few steps away, then stopped and turned around again. Joel was tracing the letters of Lizzie’s name now, over and over again. Cleo lowered her gaze and continued walking away- it felt indecent to watch.

#aaand another one #lol #secret life smp #zombiecleo #smallishbeans

[reblog-house]

At the End of the Game, Thinking of Lives Past

Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, mentioned Pearlescentmoon and the Clockers

Wc: 700

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 234, "How it Ends"

Secret Life finale spoilers

AO3: Here!

It ends in silence.

The moments before it all ends, all he could hear was his voice of gratitude for something he never thought could be his. He didn’t know who he was thanking, but he found himself in front of the buttons looking at where the rest of the members would be, had they still been alive, and thanking the Nothing for how far he’d come on his own.

The silence was eerie.

Still, he pressed on. 

He remembered a life before this Game. He remembered multiple, in fact, but the farther away, the harder it was for him to remember them. He knew he’d had a life before the desert, but everything about it had long been lost to obscurity. He could barely remember his life before the second game. He had been a wizard, that’s for sure. That’s something he’d hoped would bring him alliances when he went into the Game and his brain filled with the knowledge of the first Game and what the rules were the second time around. Starting out with six lives had felt like a blessing at first. It wasn’t, he’d soon find. For the first time in a Game, he felt lonely.

He remembered a bit more about his life before the third Game. He’d worked with animals, he was friends with Pearl at school but both drifted off after finishing. He’d lived in the city but always wanted to move somewhere with less people, and what was keeping him tied was the knowledge that he’d have to part ways with his zoo friends — the animals he took care of. And then the Game happened and the choice was taken from him. And see how that turned out. A place with less people, more nature, his own Jellie Panda sanctuary, and new memories of previous Games, betrayals, and the loneliness that came with it.

The Jellie Pandas were his true soulmates. He’d remembered the previous Games, but they weren’t Him.

His fourth life… he remembered the most of, from his old lives. Mother Cleo, brother Bdubs, deadbeat dad Etho. It had seemed a bit strange back then to imagine and know that in previous Games and the lives that came before them, things between the four had been very different. That in not a single other… universe? Life? were they related in any way. Looking back, the whole idea of them as a family was very funny. Good thing they established early on that the current them were not related and things didn’t have to stay the same and that the previous Game didn’t have to affect their dynamic.

He still had his fun pretending, though. Cleo and Bdubs sometimes joined in the fun.

Etho was excluded, though.

You’re not really meant to carry over emotions from previous lives, just their knowledge, he’d found, but after that Game, he found Etho particularly enjoyable to kill.

His last and previous life before this, his life, was nothing special. No close friends to speak of, some acquaintances here and there, a fascination with Westerns and futuristic stories… Finding out that in a previous Game he had lived in the desert felt almost fitting. But most of all, his life had been lonely.

He’d hoped this Game wouldn’t continue that trend.

And here he was, alone at the end of the Game, having won, with never anyone he could call a friend.

Sure, he wished things had been different, that he’d had grouped up with someone near the start, before his tasks pulled and pulled him away from people — maybe Pearl, maybe he should’ve moved in with the Mounders back when his task had forced him to be her hype man. Pearl seemed like she’d understand. She won her Game alone too — but it was all too late now.

He turned around and looked at the Secret Keeper.

It had no eyes, yet he felt them all on him as he stared at the symbol on the place where a face would be.

With a deep breath, he readied himself and pushed the left button.

‘Succeed task’

Magic swirled around, five hearts replenished, and a new task dropped on his hand.

‘Win Secret Life’

#fff234 #secret life #trafficblr #secret life spoilers #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #gtwscar #bo don't look #my writing

[redorich]

In the HermitCanyon au, How is my favorite Bee armored Admin doing? How long does it take for Xisuma to become.. aware of what is happening? For the first few sections it seemed like he was in a coma/unconscious. In the most recent bit Impulse tells Etho to get Xisuma, so at least theoretically he can now move, but how long has it taken him to get there, and where is he on the scale to full recovery? Are the other hermits keeping him safe with rabbit stew? (if they have rabbits that is...)

Part 2 of this.

Etho comes back twenty minutes later with a solemn look on his face. (At least, Puffy assumes. She can't actually see most of his face because of that mask of his.)

"X is in a bad way today," he says quietly. "I can take Puffy to him if you guys would like to stay here with Zedaph."

Impulse and Tango look nervously at each other. On one hand, they very much would like to stay with Zedaph, who is mostly healed but still very loopy and probably should not be moved. On the other hand, allowing Puffy deep into the Hermits' inner sanctum is a risk in and of itself, let alone with only one Hermit with her. Etho's a good fighter and a wily bastard, but Puffy is most certainly no slouch.

In the end, it comes down to trust. How much can they show Puffy before they can no longer trust that she won't snitch? How sure are they that she won't try to kill them all and steal their stuff?

"Tell Xisuma I said hi," Zedaph warbles from the bed in the corner of the room, out of any window's line of sight.

As Etho presses a button which removes a panel of the wall in a whir of piston noises, Puffy snorts out a little laugh. "I'll be sure to do that."

Tango nods subtly to Impulse. If Puffy brought Zedaph back to the canyon, saved him from a painful respawn, and didn't once ask for anything in return, then the Hermits can trust her at least this much.

Etho leads Puffy through a short hallway into a large circular room with a domed ceiling. The room is mostly quartz, though the walls are lined with sea lanterns and oak leaves. It’s beautiful. This place has been hiding under her feet this whole time?

“This is the Atrium,” Etho says, “or at least the main one. Come on, getting a mule will be more trouble than it’s worth if you’re not carrying anything.”

Puffy is speechless, utterly and profoundly, when Etho takes her through a tunnel on the opposite side of where she entered. It almost looks as though the tunnel here was carved by hand, then completely redone in dirt and grass and vines to give it a secretive, high fantasy look.

“Hey, Etho!” says a dark-haired man with a big smile as he comes trotting out of a branching hallway to the left. “Hey--” He catches sight of Puffy and his smile dissipates into panic. He shouts incoherently and dives back into the hallway he just exited.

“Hey Bdubs,” Etho greets impishly, then turns to Puffy. “Man, it’s like he saw a ghost or something. Maybe Mothman.”

Puffy bleats out a surprised laugh. Up ahead, she spots another Hermit lurking around the corner of the archway Etho is leading her toward.

“Etho,” says a tall blonde woman. “Cleo wants to talk to you about, er...” The blonde woman glances at Puffy. “Her thing,” she finishes lamely.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a bit busy at the moment. Would you mind telling Cleo so she doesn’t skin me alive?” Etho says sweetly.

The blonde woman snorts. “Face the music, Mothman. I’ll take care of Puffy from here. I assume you’re taking her to Xisuma?”

Etho wilts. Clearly, whoever this Cleo person is, she’s not someone to piss off. Puffy wonders what Etho did.

“See ya around,” Etho waves, somehow both cheery and morose at the same time, like a funeral for someone nobody liked. Puffy and the blonde woman watch him go.

“My name’s False, by the way,” the blonde woman says. “Thanks for the bandanna. Normally I’d be wearing it, but I just got back from beating up Iskall.”

The woman-- False-- laughs. Puffy is once again taken aback by the idea that the Hermits actually use the items that she makes for them. 

False takes off in a brisk walk toward the archway she’d come out of. Jumping a little bit at being torn from her thoughts, Puffy hurries to follow. It’s hard to keep up, since all Puffy wants to do is stare. She must be in the living quarters-- they let her in the living quarters?! Each door matches the high fantasy, underground sort of aesthetic, but a few doors are left open and each one is remarkably different on the inside. One room is built entirely out of red and white concrete, whereas another is Nether-themed with actual fire, and the room down the hall is entirely underwater!

One door is different. It’s got blue-purple banners along the frame, and when False opens the door for Puffy, she can see that the room is made of blackstone bricks. Maps of the Dream SMP line the wall, and in the center of the room there is a mildly ornate table made of warped wood.

At the end of the table in the back of the room, opposite the door, sits a trio. To the left, there is a plain-looking man with a beard and an “at” symbol on his shirt. He speaks in a Southern accent to a man on the right side of the table, who wears a red sweater and twirls a feather between his fingers like the cat that got the canary.

In between the two, at the head of the table, rests someone very unique. He’s obviously tall, that much is obvious even when he’s sitting down. He’s also got mesmerizing purple eyes which glow faintly against the dark of the blackstone. Puffy doesn’t know why, but she gets the feeling that they’re supposed to be glowing much brighter.

As taken by the man’s eyes as she is, Puffy doesn’t notice the non-invasive breathing tube the man also has (a cannula? She doesn’t know what it’s called, but that sounds right) until the man’s gaze falls upon her, still standing in the doorway next to False.

“Oh,” the man says. “You’re not supposed to be here. Welcome.”

False steps forward, breaking Puffy from her trance. “Puffy, this is Xisuma, Joe, and Grian. I’d introduce you to them as well, but... you know.”

“I don’t know-- oh,” Puffy says awkwardly, catching sight of the massive crochet blanket she’d made for the Hermit months ago, draped across Xisuma’s shoulders.

“Why are you here?” Grian asks with a tilted head. “No offense or anything, but I just lost a bet. I had three diamonds on Cub bringing you in here eventually-- he’s the one you usually meet at the barrel, you know.”

False interjects, “I didn’t bring her down here, it was Etho!”

“Shoot,” Joe says. “Cleo wins yet again.”

“It was Zedaph, actually,” Puffy says. All eyes turn to her. “I found him on the surface. He was really injured, so I brought him back here. Impulse and-- Tango? Yeah, Tango-- told Etho to take me down here.”

Puffy uncharacteristically twiddles her fingers a little bit, feeling in over her head. “Uh, you know I’m not gonna tell or anything, so... Why am I here?”

The full weight of Xisuma’s piercing stare falls upon her. Even as fragile as he looks, even as strong as Puffy is, she feels a jolt of apprehension.

“You’d know more about the red vines than we do,” he begins. “Etho mentioned that they’re what hurt Zedaph; he’s mentioned them on multiple occasions, and never in a good way. How long do you think it would take for those vines to reach our village, and what do you think would happen once they do?”

“As far as we’re aware, there are several players who are proponents of the vines, and claim they originate from some sort of egg?” Joe adds. “I’ve had a hard time calculating how big of a mushroom we’d need to make an omelet out of the egg, but apparently most of my fellow Hermits do not in fact want evil eggs on their omelets.”

“And how come the End is inaccessible?” Grian cuts in with a whine. “I want my elytra.”

Xisuma huffs a laugh into the cannula. “As you can see, we have many questions which only a native Dream SMP player like yourself can answer. In the interest of keeping ourselves safe--” he trails off into a coughing fit.

Puffy bites her lip, feeling as though she really shouldn’t be seeing this. Joe rests his hand on Xisuma’s back.

“You give us answers, and we’ll give you diamonds, netherite, whatever you want. And when we move out-- well, it wasn’t much of a secret anyway-- we’ll offer you a safe place with us,” Grian speaks up on Xisuma’s behalf.

A thousand thoughts spin inside Puffy’s head. She feels like Dorothy in that tornado, and Grian’s offer is the Wicked Witch. “Did you guys really save Tommy’s life?” she finds herself asking.

The Hermits seem taken aback.

“The blond kid?” False asks. “Yeah, but he was unconscious the whole time. I think Scar told the kid to keep us a secret, but... I don’t think any of us expected that to actually work.”

Puffy laughs disbelievingly. “He’s the one person on the entire server who keeps insisting that you guys aren’t real.”

“That’s good to hear,” Xisuma says quietly. “Do you have an answer for us, or would you like some time to consider?”

There are a thousand and one variables Puffy needs to think about. What is Dream’s stance on the Hermits? Who will she be setting herself against by allying with the Hermits? What will Puffy have to expect, from both underground and surface-dwelling players alike? Which players can she take in a fight?

Fuck it, she thinks. “You’ve got yourselves a deal.”

Xisuma smiles. Despite his ill condition, she gets the feeling that this nice, mild-mannered man is far more dangerous than she could ever hope to be.

“I’m glad to have you on our side, Puffy,” he says. “Thank you for your help.”

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #captain puffy #ethoslab #zedaphplays #impulsesv #tango tek #xisuma #bdubs #zombiecleo #falsesymmetry #iskall85 #joe hills #grian #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #me.cpp #me.txt

[votederpycausemufins]

Well, I realized that the hermits I had left fit into a rainbow so now I’m doing that. Red, orange, yellow, lime, green, and brown as a treat.

au by @hermitcraftheadcanons and tagging @helleborusangel as always because 💖!

Welsknight jumped to another crimson tree, clinging to what was there instead of leaves. Any time he felt like he was about to fall, he was given a push in the right direction by the hoglins below waiting for him to fall. As if he hadn’t already fallen plenty.

He really needed to take the wart blocks he was tearing up and make himself a safe path. But the nether wasn’t really safe enough for him to get a chance to do that. At the very least he had a full set of wood tools in a chest. Said chest was still further ahead, but it was also the safest area he had right now.

Wels heard the familiar sound of a ghast crying out trying to find him. He immediately tore up some of the wart blocks from the tree he was on to give himself some cover. As he waited for the ghast to fly away, he worked at some of the hyphae. The knight made sure not to get too close to the ground in case a hoglin tried to knock him off. Getting back up involved turning some of the stem into planks to tower back up to the treetops, but he still had plenty of wood for crafting anything he would need.

Once he got things set up, he would start scouting out for a fortress or deltas to get better gear. He was also thinking of setting up an area to attack Ziglins from to get some gold nuggets so he could eventually trade with piglins for some desperately needed gear. But for now, all he had were the trees or giant mushrooms or whatever these were.

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Cub whacked away another stray cave spider that found him. It had been, what, four days at this point? And he still hadn’t found this second spawner in this mesa. It also didn’t help that he was starting to hear things. It was just little whispers, quiet enough he couldn’t tell what was being said, but just the fact that they existed, or at least theoretically existed was enough to put him on edge.

He munched on a bit of beef he had gotten from some cows roaming just outside the mineshaft exits. Compared to how bad it looked like some of the other Hermits had it, Cub was doing well. Sure, his health was low due to the spiders attacking him, but he hadn’t gotten too badly poisoned. Then he had a good amount of food and the cobwebs gave him plenty of string for beds, which was thankfully able to let him change his main spawn.

It was getting closer and closer to the point Cub was thinking about trying to head towards what he hoped would be spawn. For all he knew, absolutely no one was actually at spawn and when he finally reached there, there would be nothing. That being said, if there was absolutely no one there, he could start setting up. He had full iron gear, a number of diamonds, plenty of food and other supplies, and of course, lots of wool for beds.

Cub killed another spider before it could bite him, but wondered if that was really the best idea. No matter what happened, he couldn’t manage to heal himself at all unless it was through respawning.Theoretically he could start towards spawn at three and a half hearts, but it wasn’t really the wisest decision. So for now, he would just prep as much as he could before he respawned again.

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XB fanned himself with a hand. Even underground in the cave it was still pretty hot from the desert outside. He could theoretically go further down, but his resources were severely limited due to having no wood. XB had a little luck with getting creepers to explode near coal, so he at the very least had torches, but it wasn’t very many. There was also the fact that every time he died, he ended up back in the middle of the desert and had to trek back to the cave.

A few respawns here and there, XB had considered trying to escape the desert and find a slightly better biome, one with trees or wood or something to help him. But most of them ended up with him dying before he could even spot the edge of a biome, so his one cave of safety was the best he had right now.

Still, even then, there were a few times XB faced the hot sand, and not to find an escape for himself. In one of his attempts to escape, he had come across someone else. At first, he had some sort of hope that he had been found and might get a way out. But that changed when he watched the person collapse. XB ran over to the other person and recognized Iskall through the sand that clung to their body from sweat. Neither of them had anything currently on their person, so all they could do was stay by the other until one of them, likely Iskall, died of dehydration.

XB was able to tell Iskall that he had a cave for them to stay in if they could make it back in this direction and go a bit further. Iskall nodded and asked if XB had made the tower of sand, to which the answer was no. XB took out his comm to check the death messages and see if anyone else was dealing with dehydration deaths. Scrolling up, he couldn’t spot any, but if he hadn’t made that tower and Iskall hadn’t, there had to be someone who made it.

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Hypno continued to follow a bee that had been pollinating flowers around him. For being stuck in a lush, green, flower forest, there weren’t really many trees around. But he knew that bees went to nests, and nests were connected to trees. At this point, he just needed to find one. He could get a sapling from the leaves and grow more and then he would be set. Well, he would need to find his way back to his spawn again, since his comm wasn’t giving him any sort of coordinates. Though, that was probably because it was filled with pollen, and every time he shook it even a little, yellow powder would come out of it.

He looked back to the bee and was glad it hadn’t flown too far out of his sight. There was just one tiny problem. It didn’t have any pollen on it anymore. Hypno looked around, hoping to see a nest and tree nearby, but there was nothing. Just flowers, flowers, moving flowers and more flowers. Wait, moving flowers?

Hypno snapped his head back to look at the moving flowers. They looked to be just on the other side of a hill and weren’t swaying in the breeze or anything, but actually moving like they were walking along. He started walking toward the flowers, climbing up the hill, and then he stopped. The flowers were on the back of a cow that should not have been there. He knew that mooblooms weren’t really supposed to be around yet. Something about the gods waiting or something. But no, here it was, right in front of him.

Hypno didn’t have a sword or even a stick, but he didn’t really have many options for food, so he rushed towards the animal to get some sort of actual food other than just chewing on dandelions when he was desperate. Besides, if there was one cow, there would probably be more, so he wasn’t too upset about getting one of them killed.

Before Hypno fully reached the cow, he watched as it noticed him and stopped moving, almost like it was curious about what he was doing. It made him feel just a little regretful about what he was going to do, but right now, survival was more important than guilt. He heard the cow give a moo, and he was ready to hear if any others responded. After a moment, there was a single moo in reply, but it was much younger and right in front of him. And then Hypno realized he was about to run into a calf.

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Cleo kicked the door of the house she had been trapped in. It was a bit therapeutic, but it didn’t really help her frustration, especially since she could easily look out the door and see the iron golem staring her down. So what if she were green from being a zombie? She wasn’t going to go around killing villagers all willy nilly.

At the very least, she got very lucky with the house she claimed as it had a chest, crafting bench and bed all in one, so she had basic resources. But she also had an emerald from the chest which the villagers were very upset that she had ‘stolen’. Cleo tried to explain that they could have it back, but none of them really wanted to listen to a zombie. Especially not one living in their village.

So Cleo kicked at the door again, this time along with a punch. It felt right and therapeutic in a sense. Maybe it was a zombie thing, they were always breaking doors. But that made Cleo pause. If she really wanted to get the village to trust her, breaking down a door was not the way to do that.

Looking out the window, it looked like the sun was setting. Soon would be the sweet spot where she could get out of the house and grab supplies while the villagers were all inside and it wasn’t quite dark enough for things to be spawning. The iron golem also went on patrol at that time, so he wasn’t at her one exit blocking her off. Once she had enough wood for ladders and a pickaxe, she’d start digging down to make herself a mine and a way out of the place, but for now, it was just sneaking in and out through the front door.

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Beef’s gathering up more dirt. He and Joe have found a few more areas which could be patched up. Normally they wouldn’t be too concerned with keeping things neat and completely safe, but with the current situation everyone was in, safety was a big priority. Joe was likely working on more tree farming or gathering stone, then the two of them would meet back up as the sun was setting.

Spawn had been lit up pretty well, so nothing was spawning much nearby. Because of that, the two of them worked on building places for people to stay, some sorted storage to help people get gear, and finally near the end of the night they would take a nap so that phantoms would stay away the following night. Technically they could skip a night here or there, but making it a habit was a better thing to do.

He tries not to get distracted by the death messages in chat, but it’s a little hard. Ever since Etho died and didn’t show up again, Beef had been on edge, worried about him and Joe dying and suddenly being elsewhere. For all he knew, the three of them were supposed to be spawning elsewhere from this mess, but they had shown up before whatever was causing this activated and their deaths would change that.

And speaking of that, he glanced as his comm buzzed with another message. He looked, expecting it to be a death from Impulse, TFCl or Xisuma, who were having frequent deaths, but instead his heart sank when he saw Joe’s name.

Beef immediately stopped digging, leaving some dirt behind as he ran back to spawn. He needed to know if Joe was really gone too. And if he was, Beef needed to come up with a new plan for setting things up. But he really really hoped that maybe, somehow, Joe was still there.

As spawn came into view, Beef scanned the landscape for Joe. Every second he didn’t see the hermit, he lost more hope, but then finally he spotted movement. “Oh Joe, thank void you’re okay.”

“Yeah, thought I was gonna be in a heap of trouble for a couple of seconds there, but looks like I just respawned in bed. I’m sure as long as we got our beds in a nice safe place, we don’t need to worry too much about dying and ending up somewhere else.”

“That’s a relief. Going to collect what you dropped?” Beef asked, and Joe nodded.

“Yeah. And I think tonight we might want to move our beds a bit.”

Beef tilted his head slightly. “Why’s that.”

Joe didn’t answer immediately, just staring towards exact zero zero. “Just got a feelin’ about it. Like it’s a disaster waitin’ to happen. I know it’s not much to go on, but-”

Beef just stops Joe. “No, a feeling like that is fine. Right now we really need to listen to little feelings like that with everything going on.”

Joe nods and then heads off to gather the supplies he dropped. Beef stores his dirt in some chests and then grabs his bed, moving it to a different building before tucking himself in and making sure he’s linked to it for respawning. When Joe gets back, he can do the same, and then they can get to building now that the sun is setting.

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Academy AU notes (Mostly Grian notes)

Grian

~ A nice senior college student.

~ Used to go Evo Academy before he had to change schools because of a certain event.

~ Has burn scars all over his body.

~ Doesn't talk that much but he will sing sometimes (but lately he hasn't been singing a lot and the hermits are admittedly worried about him).

~ Is rivals with Doc.

~ Is best friends with Mumbo, Iskall, Ren, Impulse, Stress, Joe, Xisuma, and Scar.

~ Is currently dating a girl that he loves very much.

~ Likes to cook, in fact, besides Joe and TFC, he is the third cooker/baker in the dorm.

~ Is studying architecture and building.

~ Is new to redstone but is understanding it slightly.

~ Has two pet cats named Maui and Pearl but also has a pet parrot named Professor Beak.

~ Doesn't like to be near fire that much.

~ Misses his old friends dearly.

~ Seems shy and nervous when you first speak to him but once you get to know him you can see how an absolute gremlin he is.

~ Has a locket that has a picture of his old friends inside it.

~ Have nightmares and panic attacks about the event at Evo.

~ Likes to write music and sing.

~ If you say your hungry around him, he would somehow throw you (or hand you) a random snack he gets from his satchel that he wears most of the time.

~ You think Joe being the dad of the group is bad? Try Grian, even though he doesn't talk that much (only talks to Mumbo, Iskall, Ren, Impulse, Stress, Joe, Xisuma, and Scar) he would go full on dad mood if something bad happens to one of the students at the dorm.

~ He gets bullied for his scars.

~ He keeps to himself.

~ Likes to draw a lot, he says it helps him get things off his mind. (He's really good at drawing!).

~ His dorm is surprisingly clean and he has a lot of money for some reason.

~ Has a job outside of the academy, it pays well.

~ He is abnormally strong, he could lift you up at any given time (seriously when Doc was sick that one time, Grian lifted him up on his shoulders and took Doc to his room which was with Beef, Etho, and Bdubs. Scare the shit out of the three when he busted in and threw Doc onto his bed and just left only to say "Take care of him, he's sick).

~ Is a gremlin, once he gets to know you, run, as you are his next person to prank.

~ Doesn't like to take breaks during a project.

~ Likes tea and coffee a bit too much.

~ Doesn't usually get sick and he doesn't usually overslept but when he does it can be worrying.

~ Gets sleep deprived a lot.

Relationships with the other hermits.

Doc:

Him and Grian are rivals, the other hermits would often have bets on who would snap at each other. Though the two do worry about each other from time to time. He would say "Even though he and I are rivals, we do care for each other."

Mumbo:

The first hermit (along with Iskall and Xisuma) to welcome Grian to the dorms when he first arrived. Helped Grian with his nightmares and panic attacks. "He's like my little brother! Which is strange because I am younger than him."

Iskall:

The second hermit (along with Mumbo and Xisuma) to welcome Grian to the dorms when he first arrived. Thinks of Grian as a little brother and helps him with his panic attacks and nightmares. "I will kill everyone in this dorm and than myself if anything happens to Grian."

Xisumavoid (X or Xisuma):

The third hermit (along with Mumbo and Iskall) to welcome Grian to the dorms when he first arrived. Helped Grian get out of his shell more and also let Grian keeps his pets. "He's cool, though he is an absolute bastard when it comes to pranks but again he's fun to be around."

Joe:

When he heard that their was going to be a new student living at the firm's he was excited. Though what he didn't bargain for was the student having lots of nightmares and panic attacks but he didn't mind it. "I would personally adopted him."

Stress:

When she first met Grian she instantly felt protective over him, and whenever Grian gets sick (which rarely happens but when he does it's worrying) she takes care of him along with Joe. "I will protect Grian at all costs, even though he would most likely protect me most of the time."

Cleo:

She doesn't know much about Grian only the fact that he came from another school after an horrible event happened at that school. "I want to talk to him more but due to my classes I really can't which is such a same."

False:

Spoke to Grian a couple of times but if she told you her thoughts on him it would be "A precious small bean that needs to be protected."

TFC:

He is the only adult supervisor in the Hermit Dorms but he welcomed Grian with opened arms, he is usually the one to help Grian when needed. "He doesn't cause that much trouble like the other kids, though he needs to work on his relationship with Doc more."

Wels:

Hasn't spoken to Grian lately but he had heard stories/rumors about him going about, but their good rumors not the bad ones. "I wish I could meet him, but from what I could see, he's a shy kid which I don't blame him."

Beef:

Doesn't know Grian personality but he does know that both he and Doc are rivals. "I guess he's cool, when he heard that I was sick one time he cooked me some mushroom stew."

Etho:

Haven't even spoken to the guy, though they did had a staring contest when Grian caught him by accident while going to the kitchen. "We just sorta.... Stared at each other before going back to what we were doing. Not the best impression of myself to be honest with ya."

Bdubs:

Talked to Grian a couple of times but not as much as the other hermits. "Scare the living shit out of me when he came inside out room with Doc over his shoulders and he just threw Doc on his bed and was like "Take care of him, he's sick" and then he just left without a word."

Tango:

Likes Grian as a friend and helps Grian out sometimes. "He's seem nice! Though I hope that he could come out of his shell more."

Impulse:

Is best friends with Grian and he would say "The little gremlin is a lot of fun and he is a prankster."

Ren:

Is best friends with Grian and have small talks before going to bed "He's really friendly once you get to know him! I just wish there was a way to help the kid with his panic attacks and nightmares."

Scar:

Is best friends with him and would help him with anything he needs "He's an amazin guy, we both like cats and have cats so we often hang out."

That's about it! I am not doing any of the other hermits as I do not know them well like I do with the ones up top. Hope you like this AU!

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