No One gets Left Behind (Adopted from ZecoriTheWeirdOne)

Chapter 2

The first thing Mumbo noticed when walking inside was the symbol etched onto the door. It was a square pattern but with dots in alternate corners, and he could've sworn he saw it etched into bedrock when he was walking earlier. It sent chills down his spine, but he tried to ignore the fear pounding away in his heart, walking nervously next to Iskall as they looked around the interior.

It was obviously someone's house at some point, as the furniture and fireplace gave that away, but it was quite bland with only basic necessities, feeling like it wasn't lived in, or if it was as a secondary home. It had likely been months since anyone was in there though, as the surfaces were coated with dust and it didn't seem to have been made with blocks added after 1.0.

"I think whoever lived here's long gone," False murmured, tracing her hand across a kitchen surface. The rest gave murmurs of agreement as they began placing a few furnaces to cook the food they'd gathered from killing mobs, as they'd only cooked a stack or so of food, which when shared with 20+ people meant they only got about 3 each which didn't last long with the distance they were traveling.

Stress climbed to the top, finding an empty room they could use to spend the night, gathering up the stack or so of wool and wood to craft enough beds for them all, somehow managing to fit them all in though they were crammed against each other.

Mumbo joined Zedaph and Tango in crafting a few stone tools for a couple minutes before joining Joe in strip mining, collecting a stack of iron to smelt. The iron would be given to Etho and False, as well as the other PvP Hermits, those of whom had barricaded the door and were currently taking turns to stand guard at the top of the tower to defend from mobs or... Whatever else was out there.

It was about midnight by the time they were done, but before the Hermits went to bed Xisuma coughed, indicating he'd like to discuss something, likely to do with this world.

"Um, so I'm just gonna state it right now, this world's wrong," Xisuma said, biting his lip. "It seems like it's been hacked or something, and before anyone asks, no, I don't know how we got here. I think we can all agree this world is glitched though." Mumbo nodded, as did a lot of the other Hermits.

"We'll stay here for the night then figure things out in the morning," Xisuma said finally, and Mumbo nodded slowly, doubting he'd get any sleep here. It was too unnatural for him to trust that nothing would sneak up on him while he was unconscious. After a couple minutes, the majority of the Hermits started to climb the tower, but Mumbo just stayed in his chair, staring mindlessly at the fire. Normally he was a fairly upbeat person, but with the combination of leaving Season 5 behind and the feeling of unnaturalness this place gave off he found it hard to stay positive.

He noticed when Iskall and Doc went to go up Xisuma pulled them back, whispering something to them and they nodded. Mumbo stood up when Xisuma tapped him on the shoulder, smiling at him and asking

"Wassup?"

"Me, Iskall and Doc found an underground passage earlier, and we're wondering if you'd come with us to check for Redstone traps," Xisuma said, squeezing Mumbo on the shoulder.

"Can't Iskall and Doc do that?" Mumbo asked dubiously, turning around to look at Xisuma in the eyes - or more at the eyeholes of his mask.

"I think it'd be better if there's 3 in case the others miss one. Besides, you're the best redstoner here," Xisuma told him, glancing at Doc and Iskall for the last part who both just shrugged.

Mumbo shrugged. "Sure, I guess," he said, getting up and handing various bits of iron armour out and giving himself a chestplate.

He followed Xisuma down a ladder towards and area that looked like a basement, pressing a stone button that blended in perfectly with the floor. This bit was built incredibly well, better than the rest of the tower, but Mumbo held back a laugh as the server lagged slightly, heading the sound of pistons moving and catching the messy redstone for a couple seconds. Cautiously he ducked through, barely making it before the door closed again, because the creator of this tunnel obviously didn't know what a T-flip-flop is.

It seemed whoever used to live there was good at building but bad at redstone.

Iskall laughed after they came through, surprisingly not echoing. The walls were made of spruce, and it was a 3x3 tunnel, so rather large. He wondered how they'd managed to create this, as the little wood they'd managed to collect hadn't always dropped. Maybe they'd made it before this world was corrupted-

He shook his head to clear the thoughts out, as the person who'd built this was likely long gone. This world was abandoned , and he'd likely never get answers. At the end of the passage there was another badly constructed Redstone door, leading to another bunker. It was a few hundred blocks away, and Mumbo was surprised they hadn't seen it earlier.

He couldn't see any redstone traps, nor could Iskall or Doc, so they cautiously began making their way up the winding staircase towards the top, peering into rooms as they went. Finally they came across a bedroom, one that looked like it had been slept in and belonged to someone, with pictures of a group of maybe 10 people scattered across the walls, along with a few photos of 3 figures in school uniform. Though it was interesting, nobody seemed to live there anymore.

"I think this place is abandoned," Xisuma said, taking a slow step down the stairs before freezing as he heard a soft *thud*.

He turned around to face the source of the noise, standing in front of the closet and holding his iron sword to the door, Doc and Iskall following suit. Mumbo hesitated for a second before copying, as Xisuma rested his hand on the closet handle.

"3," he whispered, "2, 1."