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The pain of almost losing one

Hermitcraft space outlaws pog!

Shitty title but oh well

Inspired by sketches and the AU is made by @martuzzio! 

TW: Guns, gun wound, stab wounds, blood, bandages, passing out, near death experience, crying

Ethoslab centric (Kinda) 

I tried my best!

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Etho doesnt remember what happened, all he knows is that pain was withering at him and when a gunshot rang out, his knees went weak and he was on the ground. He could barely process that he was hardly breathing, only focusing on the blinding pain filling his body. 

He laid slightly curled up as the sounds of running filled his ringing ears, causing blinding pain to emerge into a bursting migraine that he let out a pitiful whimper to as the ringing in his ears got worst.

The wounded man hardly registered the feeling of a hand landing on his leg and another sliding behind his head as he was turned to look to the leader of the outlaws. He coughed up harshly and he could hardly taste the copper stinging lolling into his mouth while Xisuma’s eyes stayed worried and in a mild fear at him before the taller man looked forward and anger mixed in with the worry. Overpowering it.

Etho barely noticed that he was now facing forward and that Xisuma had moved as black spots pulled at his vision and exhaustion weighed heavily on him. He heard his friends shout but he didnt understand anything. The ringing in his ears grew till it felt like it was unbearable, he let out a pained scream.

He fought to keep his eyes open, knowing that he needed to be awake. He didnt want to die, he wanted to live with his friends and stay happy. But the pain was getting to him, the exhaustion weighing heavier on his shoulders, the ringing dancing like it was rather a melody than a horrible deafening noise.

He fought his eyes open once more before he was to pass out to find his vision impaired with black spots and everything moving around him quickly. He couldnt tell that his helmet was off, he couldnt feel the blood pouring from almost every part of his body and the blood dripping off his lips. He couldnt see Beef’s terrified glances at him nor hear Stress’s voice.

The only thing that would register to him was the white pain filling his body and how tired he was. The black grew in his vision, swarming it as a wasp would a man close to their hive. His eyes fought to close once more but he tried to lift up his head a bit but the pain grew and he was forced to slump it back into the cold metal of Beef’s chestplate.

His eyes fluttered a bit again before they slid shut and he didnt have the energy to force them open once more exhaustion tugged him into a slumber and the ringing quieted enough in his ears for his body to drag him into a slumber while his mind fell numb and the pain grew less blinding and he passed out in his friends arms.

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When he woke up again, the first thing that came to him was his sense of hearing, he heard Xisuma’s and Stress’s voice but he couldnt make out what they were saying.

Next was his sense of smell, he smelt the faint sscent of blood but other than that, just the medical bays normally bleach like smell.

His third sense to come back was his taste, he tasted the faint hint of copper from, hes guessing, blood. Next was the bitter taste of morning breath. 

He let out a small groan of protest at the terrible taste, the sound of talking quieted down before he was pretty sure it stopped. He forced his mismatched eyes open and flinched at the bright light, he heard Stress mutter something and the lights were dulled down enough for him to open them again.

He let out a small groan of pain when he tried to sit up and a gloved hand rested on his shoulder, silently telling him to look back down as his eyes looked to meet his captains eyes who gave him a small smile and Etho sighed and let himself go back to fully laying on the bed.

He took his eyes off of X and looked down at his body, his gear and his shirt was gone, his chest was wrapped up with blood staining the white already, his left shoulder was wrapped up as well. He pried his head up a bit and ignored the warning look Xisuma shot him. His entire stomach was wrapped up with blood soaking the bandages but it seemed slow so he didnt think to much about it.

He still couldnt really make out words and he covered his ears a bit before he pryed them open and opened his mouth a bit before a cough broke from him, he winced a bit at the pain before more coughs began to rack at his body. Causing him to curl up as the pain grew worst.

A heavy hand rested on his back and rubbed circles into it, once his coughing died down a calm yet worried british voice filled his ears, peacefully replacing the horrid ringing. “You alright?”

The man could only nod as the leader of the outlaws rubbed his back still before the hand lifted and a small hand landed on his shoulder in change and his eyes looked up to see a kind face of a young woman with her fluffy brown hair pulled back into a bun and her worried eyes stared at the masked man.

He gave her a weak smile that trinkled in his mismatched eyes as she sighed and rested a bowl of soup on the table, gesturing with her head for Xisuma to leave as Etho sat up and he looked to Stress. “w.. wa-wait..” He inwardly cringed at how weak and raw his voice sounded, the whisper like tone now rough and jagged, as if one was dragging their nails on a chalkboard.

Stress looked back and tilted her head at him. “Yes love?”

“ho.. how..... c... clos-” Etho cut himself off with a harsh cough, a hand flying to rest on his pained stomach, grimacing at the feeling of the rough and damp bandages. “close... w-was... i.... t.... to...” He was struggling to speak, the pain in his body acting like it was a funny game to see how much this man could stutter and struggle just for one sentence to escape him.

“Close were you to.... dying?” The medic questioned, a bit of sadness lacing her voice. Worry sparkled in her chocolate eyes when the wounded man nodded as she glanced to Xisuma who just nodded to her telling. She sighed a bit and turned back to Etho.

“You... flatlined for a bit, we... barely got you back, you lost so much blood and you were hardly breathing. We’re honestly lucky youre still here.” Stress answered before she led X out to give the man privacy to eat.

Etho sat there after he moved the rabbit stew to his lap and stared at his hands, losing himself to the thoughts that flooded his mind. His left hand trailed to his shoulder blade where the gunshot had hit him before his eyes trailed down to stomach to see the stab wounds still producing small amounts of blood.

His hand moved up to uncover his mouth and he let out a shaky breath before he laid his head in his hands and the tears began to drop, falling onto his pale skin hands as he began to shake with the sobs that began to break out from his throat.

There the man sat, pain eating at him, showing the only vulnerableness he probably has in a while.

Etho Slab was a mess, but, he had his friends to help him once he was done with this melt down.

And once he regained his grip, hopefully, the man would turn to his fellow hermits for help.

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As fragile as glass

TW: Blood (its barely mentioned but ts just in case), crying, abuse, beer, scars

Characters: Xisuma, Beef (Minor, mostly just mentioned), Etho, and Stress

This is a AU I made, everyone has superpowers and such, I know typical, suck it (/lh /j), Beef has nature powers, Etho has ice powers, Xisuma has mind power stuff (idk the word and im to tired to look it up), and Stress has healing powers

Etho is six, so is Beef but I dunno if that is really needed to know. Stress is 11 and Xisuma is 23

- Keep warnings in mind - 

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As fragile as glass he was told he was.

A simple push could cause the whole world to shake as he fell apart. Small pieces laying on the ground remaining of what he used to be. Scars that dared to litter his body and mind deep into itself.

A monster he was called so a monster he shall be, baring his teeth to protect himself and hiding away to keep his memories and peace to himself. As frost covered his body, littering himself in the ice of his own lost mind.

For the silence and loneliness was unbarble but the forgotten boy wouldnt mind. Staying quiet to himself, few to no friends to his name, scars digging deep into his bones and skin reminstic of what he was.

Frosty white hair that fit his face perfectly, as a flower would a stem. Pale white skin that looked like snow that youd see littered out on your lawn, fragile and yet strong and persistent. A thin mask that hid the horrors of the scars of his face, always reminding him of the pain that he had bore once and wished to never live through again.

A small tap would be all it would take to break him, thats what everyone would think of him so they kept his distance from the glass man. The boy did not mind, for even if others would speak to him, his voice was a soft whisper that flooded out and was lost to the sea. Like a soft ticking of a clock that you only will hear if you focus hard enough.

For the boy himself did not mind being ignored, in fact, he found it peaceful.

Least thats what he told himself, but the bruises on his body begged for someone to see them. The bags under his eyes cried out for a rest, that was no closer than he wished. The redness of his eyes and the strikes on his face curled up in a corner, wishing to go unnoticed and yet reaching out a hand to anyone close enough.

He needed help though the boy would never admit it while the fighting at home would ring out like a sirens call, the boy sat quietly on his bed while watching the stars twinkle in the skys as the moon played him a special melody just for him, distracting him from the tears that pooled from his eyes and the pain radiating in his side.

For while those mismatched eyes stared out to the night sky, watching and listening to the night music that blocked out the sound of the horrors around him. 

That night, the frost boy dreamed of a man. A man with kind purple eyes and black hair that would save him from the nightmare he had everyday that was inescapable. For when the boy tugged up his mask, barely paying mind to the broken glass on the floor other than to avoid.

The frost boy tugged on his vest but before he could leave, a rough hand landed on his shoulder. Not caring that the small boy tensed up and snow was now appearing on their fingers, the person leaned down and a gruff unloving voice filled the young boys ears. “Get your fucking shit packed up Etho.”

His hand didnt leave so the masked boy nodded, relishing when the touch left and the boy made their way to their room. Packing what little he had and not bothering to remove the frost from him.

Etho, that was the boys name, the name he heard a teacher say but it was said normally so kindly that the forst boy would not flinch, the name that the other little boy who had kind brown eyes and fluffy brown hair would call him so friendly. He would only flinch at the name when it left that old mans mouth, knowing that no good would come from the man.

He trailed away from his thoughts about his father to his best friend, or well, his only friend. The ice boy was the only one who didnt mind the bloodied apron and never questioned where the blood was from, instead, he choose to look into that boy and they became close friends.

He wondered if the kind boy would be at wherever he was going as he flooded his clothing and closed the bag he had, he carefully reached up and tugged his old ripped up plushie to his chest. Hunger screamed in his stomach and he ignored it as he nuzzled his head into the rough fabric of the toy.

A loud ringing noise rang out through the small apartment and Etho’s hands rushed up to cover his ears. Loud noises never mixed well with the young ice master before he quickly picked up the old toy that he had dropped and pulled on the backpack and shuffled over to where his bed was and lifted himself up onto it. Waiting to be called out.

At the door, stood a man with purple eyes and scars lining his face but unlike the boy, he did not hide the scars that mixed into his gray skin. His black hair pulled back into a small ponytail and a young lady stood at his side with her arms crossed and a small frown framing her normally friendly features, her light brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and her brown eyes held hatred for the old beer smelling man in front of him.

The beer smelling man was going on a rant about how he was so sorry about letting his ‘precious baby boy’ go. 

Xisuma saw through the act, and as he could guess by the bitter glare Stress was giving the horrid man, she did as well.

But he didnt have to make a move as the girl did before he could. “Where is Etho.” She choose to ignore how the man finally lit up a bit at remembering that he was getting rid of the boy at last. She choose to ignore how the fridge was open and there was only beer and food that a six-year-old should not eat.

She ignored it as she walked past the old man and her guardian to move where the man had gestured to a frosted covered door. She carefully wiped off the soft fuzzy ice from the door handle that melted from her body heat almost right away and gently knocked, waiting for a reply.

Stress could just barely make out the sound but she heard a soft - “come in” fill her ears. So the woman turned the handle and walked inside, she paid no mind to how cold it was in the ice covered room and instead focused on the small boy who was swaying his feet.

His strachy white hair no where close to the mans dark gray hair, his eyes were different perfect colors, his right one a light brown color and the left one that had that long scar over it was tinted red, as if it had abrosed blood and took it in to give itself vision once more. He was wearing fingerless gloves and she could see that the tips of his fingers were a light blue.

She kneeled in front of the young boy and gave him a gentle smile, one the boy would remember for years past and forever thankfully of. “Hello there... My names Stress, you must be Etho?” At the small nod that the boy gave her, her smile grew more warm and welcoming that it had the damaged boy shuffling a bit closer to feel the safety she seemed to give off.

“You wanna come with me?” Stress asked gently, holding out her hand but she stayed still other than that. Not forcing Etho to make a action, she was pleasantly surprised when a freezing cold hand rested in hers and clung desperately, as if terrified she’d go if he let go.  “yes please...”

Stress carefully sat up and pulled the boy with her, letting him get used to being on his feet and she led the way out of the frozen room. She took note of how light and underweight the boy was and she pushed past the disgusting man and looked to Xisuma who gave her a short smile and the three left without saying anymore.

But surprisingly enough, a small voice broke the pleasant silence.  “is beef gonna be where im going?”

Xisuma gave him a small smile and Stress came to a stop while X moved around and kneeled down in front of the young boy and he placed his hand ontop of the soft curly white hair. His heart hurt a bit when the boy flinched but it was repaired quickly when Etho leaned into the friendly touch. “Yeah kid... hes waiting for you at the house right now, as well as all of your new family.”

And thats all the boy needed to hear before his dull eyes lit up.

And somehow,

Just somehow.

The boy knew, 

These people were safe.