Hey I’m sorry idk if my submission got through! So i’m sending it again just in case! This is my interpretation of False’s shields! I know theyre mirrors but lemme have this pls thank u
- you are my favorite person ever my dude. thank you for being amazing
[Xisuma, Joe, Evil Xisuma. With minor mentions of: Falsesymmetry, Docm77]
With a freak accident. Xisuma was forced to use his time power, but with such strong emotions, he overestimated the amount of time he was suppose to rewind.
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It was a harsh day of rain.
It has been raining all day, Xisuma was just sitting in the main room. Once again, the creeper man has been out doing whatever. He could care less, he had more important matters to think about.
The 4th day ever since Doc had came into the office, all pissy and mad about something along the lines of Xisuma rejecting his request to rewind them and erase the hermit’s memories. He groaned, massaging his forehead. It was one of those rare days in which he had his helmet off. The moggy rain air was not very pleasant with a helmet on. Who knows how Biffa does it.
He leaned back in the large chair. It was his job to keep the server balanced, but look where it is now. A prank war that has gone too out of hand.
He thought about his “evil” counterpart. He has to be careful. He can’t end up like… That.
X sips the tea that has been sitting on the table. It has been long cold, there was a lot of things to worry about.
A knock came from the door.
Ah.
The healer is here.
The Brunet held the door open for the drenched man to run inside. Quietly closing the door behind to not wake up the wounded. He glances and observed Joe, who was picking at his shirt in disgust of the rain.
X spots multiple wounds, they were slightly bleeding. And god. There were so many scars. Are those wounds from lightning strikes? Maybe. He grimaced and chose to ignore it. Better not to think about it.
“A-alrighty, Xisuma! Who is Joe Hills healing today?” Joe turns around, speaking with a surprisingly loud voice, despite his conditions, snapping X out of his thoughts.
“False. She got in a bit of a raffle down a ravine while she was flying. Are you sure you can take it? You look… tired.” That was a lie. False had a few broken bones, a fractured rib, and probably something else as well. But he was concerned for Joe as well, as he saw the tired eyebags under the southern man’s eyes. He looked like he was going to collapse any second now.
“N-no! I-it’s fine. I’m-” Joe winced at something as he moved towards the bedroom, then proceed to pretend nothing happened. “Fine!” Before walking into the open room.
He was definitely not fine.
Xisuma sighed. And followed him in. He can only hope for the best. Nothing is going to stop Joe from healing his friends, not even his own health.
“Joe. It’s okay. If you can’t take it. Please don’t force yourself.” X said, with a tired voice.
Joe smiled weakly. And did not say anything as he began to ‘heal’ False.
Everything was going good.
Until.
False started to wake up, and Xisuma breathed a sigh of relief. He looked over at Joe. Who at this point, was barely able to stand up, resting on the chest next to False’s bed. The Brunet wanted to approach Joe, but as he took his first step. The other suddenly collapsed. A heavy thud hit the wooden floor of the room. Echoing back and forth.
X stared in terror.
Blood leaked out from somewhere.
“J-Joe? Y- this isn’t funny Joe! Don’t do that to me!” X yelled. Launching himself next to Joe, crouching down and shaking him lightly. There was no response, only very. Very faint breathing.
He cried. He clenched his teeth.
He is still here.
But if he doesn’t rewind fast enough. He’ll be gone.
Just like Ex said.
Death will not be reversible.
Xisuma focused, removing everything from his mind. Only rewinding. Rewind before the war. Before there was an opportunity this could ever happen. Before the friendly pranks.
Something broke.
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It was a harsh day of rain.
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It was a sunny day.
It has never rained.
There was never any tea.
There was never any large, ocean monument base.
There was never any war.
All the hermits were going on about their day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just friendly chatter and casual discussion of future and current projects, and what to do with that giant empty space out in the middle of the ocean.
However. Not everyone was happy.
Ex felt something was wrong.
Something was out of the ordinary.
Everyone has been calling him Xisuma.
He knows that it should be right. He is Xisuma. But it just felt. Wrong.
He let out the loudest sigh, that was a horrible nightmare.
“It wasn’t a nightmare. If that’s what ya were thinkin’.” A voice remarkably similar to his own said. As a mushroom soup that smelled like a potion of strength was placed next to him.
“Wh-how- what happened- How am I here? Why-”
Ex remained silent.
“It was the void that you end up in if you overuse your power.” He whispered. “I have been there. Multiple times. It messes with your sanity. Even with the few seconds, you go into it.” Ex started. “It was extremely unwise of you to do such drastic changes to the timeline... Ya were lucky I realized something was wrong.”
