#noglb

[zecoritheweirdone]

raise your hands if you remember noglb kemdkdmdkdkdkjdje

it ain’t coming back,, don’t know if it ever will,,,,, but like. i got this art i made kdkdkdkem.

[zecoritheweirdone]

an update,,, for noglb

[zecoritheweirdone]

yoo ppl who follow me and still like noglb(don’t know why you’re still here mfkdkskdkdkek),,,, what would you guys do if i just posted all of the chapter notes and future plans i had for this fic,,,,,,,,,

[zecoritheweirdone]

so,, you remember a while back when i said i was taking a break from noglb until i get the motivation back? yeah, that’s still happening, but i have finished, like, two lil short drabble that take place in noglb,, and one slightly bigger one still being worked on,, (i mean i haven’t touched it in a long time but, like,, shhh,,,,),,, so i have decided to share the first two. bc. like. why not.

here is the first one,, ignore the title,, i’m not good at names,,, it basically takes place in, like,, an act 2/sequel version of noglb, i suppose? and that’s about as much as i can say, w/out giving out too many spoilers(not that i have it planned out that much, but still). may or may not leave this part out of the final product, who knows.

and here is the second one,, takes place during what was planned of noglb,, and that is also as much as i can way w/out giving away anything important.

[zecoritheweirdone]

this post.. is probably long overdue.....

so, as some of you guys may know, i wrote a hermitcraft fic, called no one gets left behind. for those who don’t know, it was pretty much your average watcher au fic, ‘cept the hermits went to an abandoned evo, with the only living person there being a watcher!grian. eventually they would have entered hermitcraft seasons six, and shenanigans would have ensued. there would have been a couple of twists, and a lot of found family(or at least 20 chapters worth).

however, i have come to notice that.. i don’t really have the same passion for it.. or, at the very least, i don’t have the same passion for watcher aus.. i’ve grown uncomfortable with the idea of them, mostly due to a.. certain individual... and.. just... yeah...

maybe one day i’ll continue the fic, maybe i’ll rewrite it to make it better, or maybe it’s abandoned forever, who knows..? just.. for now? don’t expect any new chapters for it...

[zecoritheweirdone]

No One Gets Left Behind

Chapter 4

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“Come on, let’s go tell the others!” Iskall said, grinning, which caused Grian to still a bit.

“..others?”

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It’s been about half an hour since Xisuma led the small group up the tower, and the hermits were getting a bit antsy. Surely it wouldn’t take this long to check if the tower was dangerous or not, right?

False was getting ready to lead another small group up the tower to see if they were ok, when they all heard footsteps, and turned to see Xisuma coming down the stairs.

A chorus of “Xisuma!” was heard from the group, before a couple people seemed to notice something.

“Where are Doc, Mumbo, and Iskall?” Wels said, concerned.

“So, you all know how we pretty much chalked this place up to be uninhabited?” Xisuma asked, avoiding the question.

A few nods responded to this, everyone now concerned for what happened to the three.

“Well.. we were wrong.. kinda..” Xisuma said, before looking up the stairs. “You guys can come down now!”

They all turned towards the stairs, as they heard shuffling and muffled talk, before Mumbo and Iskall walked down the stairs, followed by Doc and.. wait who the heck that.

It seemed to be a.. winged kid? How does he have wings? Actually—scratch that. What is he even doing here? Alone? They’ve only been here for less than a day, and they know this place is practically inhospitable, how’d a kid, of all ages, survive for who knows how long?

Most of them were snapped out of their thoughts when someone spoke up.

“Howdy there, kid!” Joe said to the boy, who seemed pretty nervous about all the attention on him. “I’m Joe Hills, what’s your name?”

Iskall seems to chuckle at something, but tried to hide it in a cough, which left most of the hermits, including the boy, confused.

“..Grian..” The kid said after a moment of silence.

“And, for the record, Grian is, in fact, not a kid, he’s actually 25.” Xisuma said, which shocked the hermits. For some reason.

“why does everyone think i’m so young?? i’m not that small, am i?” Grian mumbled, only caught by some ears.

TFC cleared his throat, catching the attention of the hermits.

“Xisuma, if I may ask, what is he doing here?” He asked. “Kid or no kid, this place is basically unlivable, how’d he even survive?”

“You should ask him, not me.” He said, turning towards Grian, which made everyone else turn towards him.

“Um.. There’s a farm, a while away… it hasn’t been infected by.. whatever happened to this place, but I'm not sure how long it would stay that way..” Grian said, nervously shuffling his wings. “And for when I’m not getting food, I stay here.. Not sure why, but it seems like the corruption can't infect obsidian, or bedrock..”

Xisuma nodded at this information.

“Alright, so we'll stay here until the void matter replenishes, and once it does, we’ll leave. Is there anything else we need to know about this world?”

Grian thought for a bit.

“I’m sure you all know this already, but the mobs have all been.. corrupted.. The passive ones are.. okay-ish.. but, no one should go out at night, at least, not without me. The hostile ones are… they’re bad.. If you thought they were a pain before, then you haven’t seen anything..” He explained.

He went on to explain a lot of things, for example; if you find tnt, don’t touch it, unless you want it to explode.

He also said that if you see a purple winged figure, with purple eyes and hood, run.

He refused to elaborate more.

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After a couple more explanations, everyone went off to do their own thing, after introducing themselves to the new hermit.

Doc went off into his own little corner, going back to craft some stone tools and leather armor, when he noticed Ren walking up to him.

“Hey man!” Ren said, waving his hand in a finger gun motion.

Doc nodded his salutations, and continued working.

“So, I noticed you scrutinizing the new guy, what gives?” Ren asked, curious.

“I just.. I don’t trust him..” The creeper-cyborg explained. “Something about his story, it just.. it doesn’t make sense…”

“..I mean, yeah, some of it does seem kinda screwy, but, I mean, he did just meet us, so, there are gonna be some trust issues, right?” Ren shrugged, grinning.

“..Well, yeah, but.. Look, he said not to trust people with purple wings, eyes, and robes, right? Well, take a look at him.” Doc said, gesturing towards Grian, who seemed to be having a conversation with Mumbo. About what, they had no clue.

“That’s two out of three, wouldn’t you agree?” Doc said, turning back to his friend.

“..Well, you may be on to something…” Ren said, frowning, before putting on a smile. “But, I still think we should get to know him first.”

“But—”

“Hey, if it does turn out that he’s evil and gonna try and kill us all, bragging rights are all yours, my dude!” Ren interrupted, walking backwards towards the Grian, holding up finger guns. “For now, though, I’m gonna get to know the new guy!”

After he said that, he turned around, and began talking to the other two, one of which was a bit startled at the sudden interruption of their conversation.

As they talked, Doc stared at the duo-turned-trio with a stoic look on his face.

No one really seemed to pay his worries any mind.

Fine then.

He’ll just observe him from a distance, waiting for him to make a move.

Once he does, he'll make sure he’ll never move again.

Doc turned his attention back to the crafting table.

He had some work to do.

[zecoritheweirdone]

No One Gets Left Behind

Chapter 3

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Xisuma barely reached the first step, when suddenly—

*thud*

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The small slowly turn towards the sound.

The culprit?

The closet.

Xisuma looks at the three, before slowly walking towards the closet.

The other three nodded, and held up stone weapons. Well, two out of three held up stone weapons. The third just had a wooden pickaxe.

Wonder who that is.

Xisuma put a hand on the closet door. He heard whatever was inside stiffen.

He paused. He held out a hand in view of the three, and counted down from five.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Now.

He slammed open the closet door, just as a figure burst through the now open door.

The figure paused for a moment, before shaking its head, and running to the nearest target.

That target being Mumbo.

He flinched, and held up his pickaxe in an effort to defend himself.

The two dueled for a bit, wood banging against—What is that, obsidian??—until Iskall charged into the figure, momentarily stunning the figure, the obsidian sword falling from its grasp.

Iskall tries to attack, but the figure rolls out of the way, grabbing his sword, and tried to make a break for the stairs.

Before it can get to it, however, Xisuma runs in front of it, brandishing his stone sword.

The figure recoils, before spreading its wings—wait, it has wings?? why didn’t they notice this??—and attempting to fly towards a small window.

It almost makes it, when Doc throws his stone sword at one of its wings.

It doesn’t impale it, but it does knock it off balance, sending it falling back down to the floor, it’s sword far from reach.

Doc walks up to the figure, and they all can finally get a good look at it, now that it's not moving around everywhere.

It’s a boy, probably no more than 18. He’s wearing a green hat and shirt, and, as they noticed before, large purple wings, that now have a small cut on them.

They also notice he’s terrified, his unusual purple eyes widening in fear, as they all move closer to him.

They all look at each other, unsure what to do. They weren’t sure what they were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a kid.

They huddle together, occasionally looking at the kid to make sure he doesn’t try to escape.

“What do we do with him?” Iskall whispered.

“I’m not sure, I wasn’t expecting a kid to be in there!” Xisuma whispered. The kid’s wings bristled a bit, but otherwise, it didn’t seem like he was listening.

“Why—No, how does he have an obsidian sword, that should be impossible..” Doc mutters.

“Where are his parents? ...does he have parents..?”

“Maybe he knows what the weird symbols mean..”

“Do you think he knows what happened to this place?”

“...why don’t we just ask him..?” Mumbo weakly suggests.

The other three look at him dumbly, kinda forgetting he was there, before processing what he said, and turning towards the kid, who flinched at the four now staring at him, scooting back further.

The four dispersed, with Xisuma clearing his throat, before addressing the young boy.

“Hello! My name is Xisumavoid, but most people just call me Xisuma, or X, for short. What’s your name?” Xisuma said, extending his hand towards the kid.

Said kid recoiled from the hand, his wings almost curled around his body.

Xisuma took his hand back, a bit concerned for the boy. What happened to make him have a reaction like that?

Well, he kinda knows what happened, with the group.. attacking him, and all that.. but, something must have happened for him to have attacked in the first place, right?

He was taken out of his thoughts by Mumbo breaking the awkward silence that had followed.

“uh—I’m Mumbo! Mumbo Jumbo!” He said, smiling awkwardly, his eyes flickering towards Iskall.

Iskall took the hint, and nodded, turning towards the kid.

“My name’s Iskall.”

“Doc.” Doc said gruffly. He was a little suspicious of the boy, and was too caught up in his thoughts to focus on his tone.

The kid stayed silent, seemingly observing the small group. Mostly the creeper-man.

An awkward silence followed.

“..What’s your name, kid?” Xisuma repeated, hoping to get something out of the boy.

“...Grian..” The kid said, staring in disbelief at the group. “..And I’m not a kid, I’m 25..”

The group seemed to recoil at this. He looked so young!

Iskall was the first one to recover.

“Uh—Well,, do you know what happened to this place..?” He asked.

He paused for a bit, before shaking his head.

“Is there anyone else here?” Xisuma asked.

Another head shake, quicker this time.

“My friends and I were the only people in this world but… they left a long time ago..” He said, his wings curling around his body.

The group seemed to soften at that, but they were also confused. Why did they leave him behind?

“Answer me this, if you can,” Doc said bluntly, his arms crossed, “Where’d you get that sword? It’s made of obsidian, that should be impossible..”

Grian seemed to stiffen ever so slightly, but quickly forced himself to relax.

“I.. found it.. a bit after the world started glitching.. I’m not sure how it was made, or where it came from..”

“How’d you get your wings?” Mumbo asked, but quickly backtracked. “Oh, uh—you probably—already had them..”

“Oh, uh, no, actually, they kinda just.. appeared on my back, one day..” Grian said, reassuring the mustached man.

“What do the symbols we keep finding everywhere mean?” Xisuma asked.

Grian stiffened. It was noticeable to every person in the room.

There was an awkward silence as Grian seemed to debate with himself on something.

“...i.. really don’t want to talk about them..” Grian all but whispered.

The group looked at each other, before huddling up again.

“I don’t trust him.” Doc stated.

“Why?” Mumbo asked, a little confused.

“It’s clear he knows something, and isn’t telling us.” Doc said.

“Well, it’s also clear that there is some trauma involved, so that’s probably why-“

“No, I mean the sword, and what ever happened to this place,” Doc said, interrupting Iskall, “He knows how they happened, and he’s lying.”

“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t trust us?” Xisuma offered, “I mean, yeah, he attacked us first, but we still attacked back, so obviously there’s gonna be some trust issues on both sides.”

An awkward silence followed.

“So.. what now?” Mumbo asked.

“Maybe we should invite him to join us?” Iskall shrugged. “I mean, we can’t just leave him here.”

“That’s.. not a bad idea…” Xisuma said, thinking, “It’s clear he knows this world works, maybe he could help us.. not die?”

Doc looked like he wanted to rebut that, but seemingly thought about it, and nodded.

“Alright, I’m okay with that.” He said, looking over to winged-man.

They all turned back to Grian, with Xisuma stepping up, not too close, in case he was still scared of them.

“How would you like to join us, Grian?” He asked.

Grian looked at him, confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“What I mean is, how would you feel joining our group, and leaving this place?”

“...leave..?” He asked, even more confused, albeit slightly intrigued.

“Yeah, our group go around, world to world, exploring,” Xisuma explained, “When we enter a world, we build our bases, and do our thing. And, when it’s time to move, we leave. Sometimes people in our group decide to stay, and we let them. So, if you want, once the void matter that makes up the portals we use replenish, you can leave with us.”

Grian seemed to process this.

“..you’d just.. let me join you?” He asked.

Xisuma nodded.

“If you want to.” He said.

Grian thought for a bit, before nodding.

“Alright, I’ll join you..” He said.

Xisuma grinned, though his helmet covered that; and stepped closer to him, holding his hand up to him.

Grian started at the hand, before slowly grabbing at it. Xisuma pulled him up, before shaking his hand.

“Welcome to the Hermits, Grian.” He said.

The other three walked up to him, and shook his hand.

“Come on, let’s go tell the others!” Iskall said, grinning, which caused Grian to still a bit.

“..others?”

[zecoritheweirdone]

No One Gets Left Behind

Prologue

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AO3 — WATTPAD

He was scouting around the world, looking for materials.

He found a tree. He grabbed his stone axe, and began chopping it down.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever be used to trees defying gravity, like how he thinks he’ll never get used to this corrupt world he’s trapped in.

He finished cutting down the tree, leaving only floating leaves behind.

It’s lonely here.

He misses the lively feel this place had.

He misses the things he used to do with his friends.

He misses his friends.

Why did they leave him behind?

What did he do to deserve this?

It’s not his fault they left him.

..Right?

He shook his head, clearing his mind of those thoughts.

He should get back now, it was getting dark.

Not that it mattered.

Mobs didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night.

He began to walk “home”.

Home.

This place wasn’t home.

Not anymore.

Where once a tree stood proud, a portal now settled.