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Grian pov:
Xelqua’s wings ache and his head is pounding. The sounds of incoherent screaming echos through the corridors and around the palace as they search for him. He can't take another second in this place. He needs to leave. He stretches out his conscious searching for the gap he knows is there.
He begins to push his way through, ignoring the burning feeling that rips through his body as he does. The screaming is getting louder and louder, closer towards him with every second, one final shove causes him to tumble into the new world. The entrance he had created sealing quickly behind him as he falls to the ground and his world goes dark.
̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ ᔑ joined the game
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3rd person pov:
“What was that…” Scar muttered fear coating his voice.
Mumbo didn't respond, instead he began to walk towards the source of the sound closely followed by an increasingly anxious scar. The due stumbled up an open clearing. Mumbo and Scar hear the horrible explosion while out on a supply run in the forest. The sound is followed by the snapping of branches and a loud painful thud.
The forest goes silent. No birds, insects or other wild animals make a single sound other than the soft balling of a nearby stream. The pair freeze for a moment unsure of what to do before advancing towards the sound from before. They come across a clearing filled with cracked branches and twigs all spread out around a young man with blonde hair and purple robes. The two men faulter staring at the poor man before them.
“Contact X” Mumbo says quickly snapping out of his trance and taking a step towards the stranger.
Scar gives a quick nod and pulls out his com sending a quick message to Xisuma.
[Goodtimewithscar] Hey X, we found something someone. Coordinates are ***, ***, ***.
He hits send before hurrying over to help Mumbo check on the strange man.
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Grian pov:
His eyes blink open slowly and he winces at the sight of the bright lights above him. He pushes himself up quickly as he sees the sterile white walls and flooring. They had gotten him, he hadn't made it out. He pushed himself off the bed flinching as his wings settled against his back, hidden by his cloak.
“Woah easy there bud” a unfamiliar voice says to his left.
He whirls around quickly his eyes locking onto a tall man with a green mask standing in the doorway. It wasn't like the watchers to employ someone else to do their dirty work for them. Something was… off about the man.
“Whats your name?” The strange man asks calmly.
Xelqua stares at the man silently for a moment before opening his mouth.
“My name is… Grian” He says his voice cracking from a lack of use.
The man gives a small nod of acknowledgement, his face hidden by his mask and visor.
“Now tell me Grian… would you be able to tell me how you got onto hermitcraft?”
The silence feels so loud as he stands staring back at the man, a look of fear flashing across his face before he shakes it off. He tucks his wings closer into his back wincing as he does so.
“Well?” The man asks his voice filled with apprehension.
“I don't know…” Grian mutters looking towards the ground.
“I highly doubt you just stumbled in here with the protections that are set up around the server” the man sighs.
Grian doesn't respond keeping his head bowed.
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Xisuma pov:
Xisuma was getting concerned from the lack of detail this strange player that had crashed into his server was giving him. He was wearing watcher robes no less! Without another word he sighed, turning and leaving the room. He had tried looking through Grian's code while he had been unconscious but had been unable to find anything. His code had been twisted and and corrupted beyond readability which only added to the suspicion over who or what this player really was.
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Grian pov:
The man left slamming the iron door behind him, the sound echoing around the small room. He let's out shaky sigh of relief as he glances around the room his eyes having adjusted to the bright glare of the lights.
The room is practically empty bar the single bed in the center of the room with a pair of bedside tables with it. The only other thing in the room was a heart monitor attached to Grian that softly was emitting a rhythmic beeping in the background. It reminded him so much of the room he had back in the void. The memory of the day he was taken etched into his mind.
He stood back watching his players jump through the portal to the overworld. Peal was the last one to jump through before he was left alone in the end. With a sigh he jumped in expecting to be transported back to spawn with everyone else.
“Welcome player” Echoed a unnatural voice from before him as he landed.
He looked up quickly staring straight at the unholy form of the beings that had tormented him and his server mates for the last year. A watcher.
“Where am I?” Grian asked a frown etched onto his face.
“You are home dear” the watcher responded no emotion in its voice.
“This isn't my home” he said anger growing in his chest.
A low rumble echos from the watcher.
“This is your home now Xelqua. You are one of us” The voice fades and Grian’s vision blurs as he begins to fall forwards loosing consciousness.
Grian shakes his head. It's easier to ignore those memories. The day he left his players was one of the worst days of his life. He not only failed as an admin but as a friend.
He stared down at the robes cloaking his body. Disgust covering his face. They had forced him to wear their uniform edited his code. Made him one of them. He hated them with every fiber of his being.
He fought against the heavy fabric that draped over him pulling it off as fast as he could manage. The robe crumpled to the floor with a soft thump. Grian stares at the pile of fabric triumphantly.
He picks it up gingerly tossing it as far as he can to the other side of the room before shuffling back towards the bed, sinking into it slowly letting his exhaustion take over