Crickets
[1.5k words]
[Angst/hurt]
[Evil Xisuma/Z, With minor mentions of: Joe Hills, Docm77, RentheDog]
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Xisuma woke up.
It was 12:28 PM, a clear sunny day. He checked by clicking a button on the helmet that was next to him.
Crickets were chirping in the background as he sat up in his bed, stretching.
the mountain base that he lived in was surprisingly very comfortable. It was cool in the summer and warm in the winter.
He hated to sleep in late by accident, but today he’ll let himself slide. Simply because it was such a good weathered day.
The man slid the helmet he wore over his head, prepared for the day that was ahead of him, and walked out to fly away to the central mesa biome.
He landed lightly into the district; Xisuma looked around, searching for any of his fellow hermits in sight. It was too quiet. He could hear ringing in his ears.
He heard commotion to the left of him. Towards one of the emptier spaces of the central hub.
Xisuma approaches and pushes through the small gathered crowd.
The sight was not pretty.
A barely recognizable body was on the ground, covered in blood, the cloth they once wore was ripped in claw-like marks, alongside with multiple stab wounds…
And what seemed like flowers. Especially roses spilling from his mouth.
Their once bright red shirt was covered in moss and vines with thorns. Someone was crying beside them, they were turned around. But Xisuma could tell who it was.
It was a good friend of the victim.
Xisuma bowed them next to their friend, he said something to him to comfort him.
The friend begged him to rewind.
He stared back in shock.
“You know I can’t do that!” He remembers.
“That’s a lie! You can bring him back! P-please… You have brought other people back before, why not this time?!” The crying person screamed, grabbing Xisuma by his collar. The others stared in silence, shifting uncomfortably.
“Iskall. Things aren’t that simple. There are things out of my control, I’m not a god.” He told him as much as he told himself. As much as he was tempted to rewind, he knew he can’t. Xisuma doesn’t know what he’ll be facing, he was afraid. Afraid of the unknown.
He was thrown harshly against the ground, it hurt, sure. But nothing compared to the Swedish man that was crying in anger, instead of grief.
He stormed off, the other hermits tried to follow him, to plead and stop him. But he roughly threw ice spikes at them, pushing them back. Even injuring them.
A southern man in a blue shirt came jogging to him, helped him up and said something in his soft, comforting voice. And had said something about scheduling a meeting about this soon.
Xisuma hid behind a smile. Sure, he had said. Before turning back to the charred body.
The person they needed the most in this situation is dead.
If he was here, he would probably crack a joke or two, to brighten the mood. Despite how solemn the mood would be, it would still feel better.
He spent the day sitting at his base, instead of working on any projects. He simply sat there, holding his head.
These rivalries were never meant to be like this.
Night came.
Xisuma found himself in the shopping district mesa again, in the same spot he was in this morning.
The body has long been removed, probably carried off by the other ice wielder to have some kind of funeral.
He had a feeling.
A horrible one.
The meeting has been scheduled; most of the hermits were here. But the lightning wielder was nowhere to be seen, one half of the Ice duo was missing as well.
A burning sensation scorched into his stomach.
He had a hunch of what might have- no. What happened.
The helmeted lad stormed out of the small makeshift meeting room, leaving the hermits dumbfounded and confused.
There was a large ice spike, directly outside of the building.
It was definitely not here before.
The air was freezing. The surrounding plants were all frosted over; despite it being the middle of summer. Trails of leaves scattered.
Yelling was heard in the background.
Xisuma rushed to the source, the area was completely frozen over. Buildings suddenly overgrown with vines and plants. In the center, the ice wielder held the creeper up by his neck. The green-skinned man hissed, his skin slowly becoming bluer over time from the cold. Frost crackles and spread from the mob’s neck.
It was too late.
Just as he was about to step in and approach them, the dreadful death messages appeared.
Two of them.
>Docm77 was slain by Iskall85
>Iskall85 was suffocated by Docm77
How does he know it’s not normal death?
Their body didn’t disappear.
Their items didn’t fall to the ground like normal.
It was just there. Cold. Dead bodies.
These were the first deaths Xisuma had witnessed himself. And will not be the last…
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Xisuma woke up.
It was 10:28 PM, a clear sunny day. He checked by clicking a button on the helmet that was next to him. He could sleep for another two hours. But maybe not.
Crickets were chirping in the background as he sat up in his bed-
His head was ringing.
He pushed himself out of the bed, and went to grab his helmet--
Didn’t he just do this in his dream?
He pushed the feelings away. Refusing to let the memories bother him.
But it’s good to be cautious anyways.
It was two hours earlier than when he woked up in his dream. Xisuma quickly stood up, leaving his bed unmade and messy. He grabbed the elytra that sat on the crafting banch and took off.
He has to get to him.
Xisuma flew to the shopping district, circling around to hopefully spot the weredog. He spotted him near the log shop they had shared. He landed in a hurry, catching the other off in surprise.
“Hey X? What’s up- why do you look so-”
“Come with me.” He heard himself say, and pulled his friend by his arm.
He was pratically running, he didn’t care Ren was tumbling, he just had to get him out. Right now before it was too late.
“Who’s the little bird that ratted out my plan?” A voice with a hissing undertone spoke. Xisuma stopped dead in his tracks, the weredog bumping into him as a result.
It was the creeper man himself.
“Doc.” He whispered. “Please reconsider.”
“Do you think your words can stop me, Xisuma?” He heard the man said, before something cold stabbed him through the chest. Right through his armor.
He collasped.
Xisuma breathed heavily and fast. His vision was blurry, the last thing he saw.
Was Ren getting stabbed. Pratically chocked by plants.
And with the blue summer sky, I hear the crickets cry
And fall right back into another dark sleep
>Xisuma was slain by Docm77
>Renthedog suffocated by Docm77
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It has been.
So.
Damn.
Long.
Xisuma woke up in his white bed once again. Countless times.
Maybe he should just stop getting up.
He has refused to get up for the last few glitches. Just watching the death messages scroll by in his helmet, and only to find himself to wake up again despite him sitting in bed just a few seconds ago.
He picks up his sword that is by his bed. Dragging it along the cold stone floor.
The crickets are singing loudly. The heat’s mocking him, as ringing in his head got worse and worse.
Nothing remain in his head, other than the though to solve the issue. And just to get it over with.
He finds Doc by the edge of the shopping district.
He strikes his sword down, straight down the other’s shoulders.
Spraying a shade of red, bright red.
Doc said something before he had drop to the ground, but Xisuma did not hear.
>Docm77 was slain by Xisuma
The helmetless man saw Ren in the distinct, he pulled his bow backwards.
Lucky for him, Ren never has armor on.
He let lose of his hold on the arrow, it flew across the air. Striking the man straight in the chest.
>Renthedog was slain by Xisuma
Pulling his diamond sword out from the creeper’s chest, shaking off some of the blood. And began to drag it along the ground once more.
“Monsters!” They called him. Those familar, happy faces now twisted with pain and fear.
Xisuma didn’t hear.
It was almost like he was on autopilot.
He came upon the last of the hermits, with a detached robot arm in his hands.
Joe said something.
Just like Doc.
We all just come full circle, huh?
He pushed his worn out sword down.
>Joehillssays was slain by EvilXisuma
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