The moon was going to crash. That was fine. He could deal with the chaos, manage himself and let his panic over the uncertainty hide in the darkest corners of his base. This was until Scar decided he was going to take the responsibility of saving all of Boatem and their pets. Until the roof lifted from his home, exposing his fears to the moonlight.
He had to build this rocket, he had to find a way to get the rocket to somewhere safe while keeping its occupants alive. He had to keep Jellie alive. All of which seemed overly daunting considering how the moon seemed to be testing the strength of the atmosphere and how time seemed to be speeding up.
He stilled his breathing, ignoring the sounds of grass being pulled instead to focus on being calm, his feet were on the ground right now and he had taken the responsibility of the hermit's lives into his own hands. Jellie pushed against his legs, her tail wrapped around his calf as she meowed for attention. He could feed her later, after this whole moon business was over.
But right now the copper was falling from his builds, his mountains were reaching the sky in a way not initially intended, his whole lodge was being dislodged from the earth. Everything was falling apart, literally. His hands found their way to his hair to yank at innocent strands, another rumble rocked its way through the boatem village as Scar’s tears fell to the earth.
The crew gathered below him, they were joking and enjoying a barbecue. Mumbo and Grian were holding on to each other, sitting too close to the edge of the Boatem hole, both looking panicked. Scar didn't know if this rocket was going to be good enough, but if it helped ease their worries that he had some resemblance of a solution, Scar was going to be there.
Blocks flew up and past him as he floated down to the rest of the village members, it all being pulled into the unknown. He didn't know where he would end up after this but it was his job to remain calm and confident. His nonchalance washed over him with ease as to calm his friends who were panicked below him.
“So are we ready to go?”
Scar didn't really know where. Anywhere was better than this.
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MumboJumbo and Grian
Maybe worshipping the moon, not sleeping, and working countless hours wasn’t a good idea. I mean, Mumbo couldn’t exactly change the past, but if he could, he would go back and give himself a good whack. Because tonight, he was standing near the Boatem hole in his PJ’s, watching their lunar friend loom ever closer.
He wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. Of course, he was sad, but he was more anxious. Was he just going to die? That’s it? What’s after death? Will it hurt? Or would he black out before it hit? Would he die from the impact, or the falling buildings, or the explosion, or of a heart attack before anything even happened? He didn't know.
Arguably, that was worse than actually dying.
He was sitting on the lush grass, sort of petting it like an animal, as he stared at the moon with wide eyes. The void that was sneaking up below him seemed to swallow the anxious thoughts as they rose.
“Mumbo?” Grian asked, approaching him from the side. Mumbo looked up at him for a second, before looking back at the moon. “Are you alright?”
“Of course, Grian,” Mumbo said, smiling weakly. “I’m just fine. It’s all going to be okay.” He said just as he rehearsed, as he had repeated like a mantra to defeat his own thoughts.
“You-“ Grian began, before being cut off by another earthquake, Mumbo leaned over the edge. “Mumbo, please, stop that. It’s okay.”
“Grian, I’m absolutely terrified, I’m tired and I’m about to die.” Mumbo whispered. Grian sat in the grass next to him, hesitating before taking Mumbo’s hand in his and squeezing it tightly.
“I’m scared, too.” Grian said. Grian kept his eyes anywhere but the sky, and closed them as the boatem pole shook and fell over, collapsing into nothingness, the top boat being left tipped precariously over the edge.
“There’s nothing I can do. I’m trying to think of something, but there’s nothing. I tried a cult, I tried blowing the thing up- I can’t think anymore.”
“Maybe this all was never meant to be, you know. Something screwed up like that.”
Mumbo laughed pitifully, wiping his tears with his free hand.
“I worked myself half to death trying to think of something today. It was all for nothing.” Mumbo whispered.
“It’s okay, Mumbo. Please, don’t cry.”
“Why not?” Mumbo asked, tearing his eyes away from the moon again. “What else is there to do but just sit and wait?”
“I…I don’t know.” Grian replied after a second. He held back tears. Behind him, he heard a soft thump, and he just barely turned his head to see Scar stood before them, a rocket in the sky behind him.
“So, are we ready to go?” Scar asked, and Mumbo turned his head as well. Hope filled his eyes, and he stood up. He helped Grian up, before he nodded once. Mumbo didn’t say anything as he still held Grian’s hand tightly.
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CubFan135
Orange sand was everywhere, being launched into the sky to meet their lunar fate, crusting his hair and covering every section of his builds. Needless to say, this whole moon gig wasn't much fun for Cub.
He hadn't slept, he had barely even eaten. Cub was a mess, yes the prophecy was true but he couldn't do anything to fix it, he hadn't saved anyone and all of his research was useless in the end. He didn't know what to do anymore, he couldn't stay here.
He had to take the cowards way out.
He loaded what was supposed to be the solution for everyone and prepared it to save himself, the fur of the llama brought little comfort as he recited his poem about the moon. Words shaking, voice weak, He talked about its colour, how it had brought beauty to his canyon he spent months building.
He remembered when the sand was just under his fingernails, when the quakes were useful in settling the new terrain. The poem covered the positives and wrapped up just as the hiss of the TNT turned into a boom. The wind rushed past his ears as the feeling of gravity protesting his movements pulled on his body.
The thoughts that he might come crashing down with the moon lingered, if this didn't work he would have to sit on the planet he was escaping with the people he was leaving behind. He would have to endure whatever frying alive they were going through. If he met up with them, would he tell them he had tried to leave them all behind? That the only reason he was still there was because he was a failure.
Whoever was left behind, he hoped, would die a quick and painless death. They must respawn in the new world. The new world they didn't even know existed. He didn't know if it existed. He didn't know where he was going or if it would work. He sure hoped it worked. There were too many unanswered questions.
He couldn't help but still think over if the other hermits had found a way out, that he wasn't abandoning them or dooming them to add to the life cycle. Who knows if this world was savable, Cub didn't even want to imagine what would happen if those who got stuck became stuck here forever.
26 Hermits started season 8, he was really hoping at least 26 Hermits started season 9 aswell.
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Xisuma.
His brother was gone again, he didn't know where or why and he definitely didn't know if EX was safe right now. His world was crumbling before but now his physical world was too. The moon reddened as it pushed through the atmosphere, holes littered the terrain from where chunks of land had been stolen to the sky.
He had been so focused on trying to find his brother that he hadn't even thought of a plan to save his hermits. He had been holed up in his base for the past week just thinking of how he was going to convince his brother to come back or even respond to his endless messages.
He had received and ignored so many messages from the people he was actually responsible for, the terrified messages from hermits asking if there was an evacuation plan in place. He hadn’t even seen the moon to be scared of it, staring at it now really put a pit of dread into his stomach. He understood why the hermits were so afraid right now.
<DocM77> Hey X, bloks rnt coming back?? Dont want it breakin the portal aha
Xisuma thinks he’s too late for that one already.
<Grian> uhhh x? The blocks arnt coming down anymore, its creating more boatem holes lol. <Grian> Please tell me you have something planned.
He didn't, everything was going to fall apart and he wasn't going to do anything about it.
<GoodTimeWithScar> Friend! My copper! Its leaving me! Please help fix this?
He couldn't fix it, it was falling between his fingers.
<Keralis1> Shishwammy! Let me know that you have something planned, im spooked!
He’s sorry, nothing’s going to be fixed, people were scared and he wasn't doing anything. Tears started to run down his face and soak into his shirt. His visor steamed up from heavy breathing.
<GeminiTay> Hello Xisuma! Is this supposed to be happening, moose and I are starting to feel a little bit freaked out. Hope you're well!
He wasn't well, he was currently curled on the floor watching as his comm scrolled through the messages. His helmet had been abandoned and his fists were balled into his eyes to stop him from crying. No one was going to save him, just like how he wasnt saving anyone.
<VintageBeef> Xisuma! Pal, things aren't good! And somethings telling me that you're just leaving us to figure this one out on our own, im not that smart x, i don't have a way out of here this time.
<VintageBeef> PLease teLl me you csnr helpt us?/
He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't even help his own brother. His blood.
<MumboJumbo> X we’re scared.
He knows, he is too.
<Welsknight> Dont ditch us this time X, please don't leave us like before. We can't fix this one, the hermit are terrified. I know you’re hiding right now, I know you miss your brother. We cant do anything about that now, you have to save us. You don't want them to die because you couldn't pull yourself out of this. Do you?
He doesn't…gods he doesn't. But he will hide, he will always hide.
He hides where his brother found peace: the nether. Boring into a wall, he places down his belongings, stepping outside his hidey holy just once to throw his communicator into the lava below. He didn’t need it, he didn’t need it to remind him of how he failed, how he could still help but he just wasn’t.
X did what X does best.
Hide.
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BDoubleO100
BdoubleO100 was prepared for the moon, in the way that he decided not to care about the moon. He never missed his 8 hours, he ignored the rumbling and did his best to put the levitation behind him. His phantom DNA kept him calm with the ever increasing moon.
But now he was alone, the big eye bay was empty apart from him as Tango went to space and Keralis was wherever Keralis was. The bay was so much bigger when he was alone. He wouldn’t complain about another boat mess to clean up if it meant there was evidence that other people existed.
The moon loomed in the sky in a permanent night, the cool air was humid causing sweat to stick to his skin. Smoothing out the moss of his jacket brought no comfort to him as he paced the paths of his home. The moon looked about 10 minutes out so Bdubs unclipped the clock from his waist and set it 10 minutes until midnight.
The ticking could be felt through the casing, as his body just seemed to be numb to the world.
“YOU!” he yelled, pointing a blackened finger at the moon, “I’ve done nothing but dismiss you, I’ve focused on my friends, my Family! You've taken them and distracted them from me.” Small tears formed in his eyes from the anger.
“You have ruined my nights, disrupted my builds and left me alone to die? I built all this to spend time with my friends, and you just decided to take it away from me. Can I not have just a few WEEKS to spend in the comfort of my family?” the ground shook beneath him, yet it didn’t dispel his anger.
“I haven’t been able to meet with Etho as he has been in hiding, Tango has been focused on his HASA work, Keralis has been building and hiding away in his space station. Don't get me started on how Zizuma has been missing! I'm alone and I’m scared and I’m angry! Oh yeah, I'm angry!” He was panting now, he had fallen to his knees with tears pouring down his face. He continued with his voice unwavering.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU, youve torn me apart and im supposed to love you, my biology loves the moon! You've taken everything from me, I've not even been able to meet with Doc and he always made time for me!” His wings splayed out on the ground lifeless, his rigid form slumped.
The moon cracked the atmosphere, falling to the ground in a splendour that was not witnessed but the man who had just broken ahead of it.
i really said what if half phantom half human bdubs huh????
djsakl these are just concept doodles (and concept idea tbh) but: phantoms really have it out for bdubs even when he sleeps every night so what if we added some LORE behind that
