Crossover - A Hermitcraft/ Creepypasta Fanfiction (On Hiatus)

Chapter Thirty-One

-Grian's POV-

My eyes were heavy as I came to my senses in the black void of nothingness. Well, everything was heavy, and it wasn't exactly a void, but still. My eyes felt most heavy- heaviest? Whatever. I tried lifting my hand. It barely obliged, moving roughly a centimeter from the now familiar bedsheet, before falling again. I shivered at that. It was such a small spike of movement that it may well have been nothing. Even I, without my now dearly missed vision, could see that. I felt a gloved hand feel my forehead, and what I thought was a "tsk" sound, though it was more like "tsppp", and I was just assuming. I tried speaking. It didn't work. I tried it again and managed a raspy whine. I could feel the slight, familiar swish of air as whoever it was from wherever they stood turned to look at something, probably me.

I tried my voice, getting the faintest noises to come out with a small cough that painfully drawled before stopping. My throat hurt after that. So I whined again, feeling a singular tear roll down my cheek. It hurt... Correction, I felt useless because I couldn't see, and it hurt. It hurt really bad. I tried lifting my hand again, causing my arm to feel weird. And then there was a lot of pain. It hurt, it hurt so much. Too much. Way too much. So much that I wanted it to stop more than usual. But, of course, it didn't. I whined in that low, raspy tone, and it eventually turned into a wheezing whimper. I didn't stop it, though. I heard someone tell/ask me something, but not what specifically. I managed the word "everywhere" before my throat gave out. Because it hurt everywhere. I didn't care what they had said, I just felt like I needed to express my feelings.

I couldn't hear anything for a while and started whining again. I wanted someone to say something I could understand, and I wanted to be able to see who it was in this almost claustrophobic void. That would be amazing. The most amazing thing since beans on toast. To hear someone, see them, maybe even respond. Amazing. Wonderful. And something I would never be given the luxury of having. I started crying as that thought flooded me, the rest of my thoughts dying off and disappearing. I would never get to see it again. I would never get to live my life with the sight I had grown so used to having. I would never get any of that. Never. Just... never. I felt a hand give mine a reassuring squeeze, and I felt... elated. Just one simple touch and my heart was like a firework, ready to explode into amazing colors I wouldn't get to see because someone wanted me to feel good, to feel happy, to be comforted. But maybe... I wouldn't have to. That was what I hoped, at least. It was a great hope to end on, as I fell asleep of my own accord, grip falling loose.

-Mumbo's POV-

It had been a week, and Iskall was still out cold on one of the couches in my base. How he hadn't woken up yet was what I was wondering. Like, normally, I would wake up after a few hours. But he just kept on sleeping. He was still breathing, so he wasn't dead, but it was just... Weird. It didn't make sense. Whether or not it was supposed to be a good question to consider, but even so. This was dumb. How long would it take for him to wake up? Another week? A month? A year? Would he even wake up then? I heard an abrupt coughing, followed by the sound of groaning. After some investigation, I confirmed the source was, surprisingly, the prior sleeping Iskall. Scooting backward from him on the small couch, I felt very aware of how fast my heart was beating. He looked around, seemingly confused as to where he was— and admittedly, I would be confused too if I had just woken up from a week-long sleep. He noticed me after a minute and stared at me. I wondered what must be going through his mind. Probably something interesting and Swedish.

He looked away, and after another few moments, tried getting up, but he ended up failing miserably: he fell on the cold stone floor, and I could hear the painful sounding 'crack' noise his head made upon collision. Cussing something under his breath, he got up, stretching, and rubbing his head. "Hey, Mumbo." He said, and I blinked. Yes, that was me- Oh, he wanted me to respond- Shoot, was I too late to respond- Agh, what a spoon I was being- He waved a hand in front of my face, staring down at me, and for a man who had been asleep and woken up just to fall like an idiot, he looked a lot more focused and organized than I did. "Oh- Yeah? Sorry-" He gave a dry laugh, sitting next to me on the couch, and staring at me almost expectantly. There was almost a dot in his gaze, white and ferocious. I felt compelled to say anything to make this less awkward, but I couldn't figure out what.

He just sat, still staring at me, and eventually, my mind got bored of the silence. "So, did you have a good rest?" I asked, not quite sure if I was doing this right, but gesturing to the couch he had been sleeping on so he might look at it instead. Thanks to some god up above, he did, and the cogs seemed to move in his brain a bit slower than hoped. "Yeah, kinda. You look like you could use some rest, though." He said, probably referring to the bags that I figured had gotten heavier under my eyes. I shrugged, yawning. "I suppose so, but I'm not really in the mood to sleep." He shook his head like my answer disappointed him, but didn't further the discussion. So I had to keep it going? Alright, fine. "The, uh, weather is nice today, huh?" I asked, receiving a small nod from him. "Mhm. Very nice." Ugh, what was it with him and giving such short answers? He knew how much that irked me, right?

He hugged me all of a sudden, fluffing up my hair. It felt both violating and nice, and I couldn't decide which one I wanted to go with, so I just sat there, letting him play with my hair. Slowly, my eyes drifted closed, and my head dipped tiredly. I shook my head slightly, but couldn't stop it from dipping again and again as I slowly drifted off. I didn't want to, but it was so peaceful, so quiet, so tranquil... I couldn't imagine staying awake. My mind evidently couldn't either, as it started getting jumbled and tired. My last thoughts were "warm" and "nice" before I closed my eyes, snuggling into Iskall's arms comfortably. I could almost feel his radiant smile that I so wanted to see before my mind went completely blank and I was pulled gently into the void of sleep.

-Joe's POV, 1st-

I felt... Dizzy. Like my entire everything had been flipped as easily as a beef patty on a skillet. My mind was still awfully flustered, and the only logical thought I currently had was to breathe like a normal human being. I could feel someone lift the leather mask off my face, and my eyes opened hesitantly, looking around. There was Xisuma in the corner being tended to by a blonde, teenaged-looking kid, while a person I thought looked like an evil version of Xisuma moved away from me with a sigh of relief. Why he was relieved, I wanted to ask, but my brain was going from gibberish to muck, and I figured I shouldn't try to say anything. Blinking tiredly, I started thinking about things to try and clear my mind, but all that came to mind was that the moon was square and that foxes should be called un-buttered loaves. I shivered at this and twitched almost immediately afterward on impulse. Impulse is nice... No, wait, what was I thinking about? Moons made of foxes? That would honestly be interesting to see.

I shook my head, sighing. The sigh turned into humming, and I didn't stop it. Was it legal to murder orphans? That was my next thought. I suppose it could be legal, it's not like they had any parents or law enforcement to turn to if they got murdered anyway. Huh. Wait, what if gay was straight, and straight was gay, but the words still meant the original meanings when you said them? Would that mean that if you were straight you were gay but considered straight because of the wording, and vice versa? Was that a paradoxical situation because gay equaled straight but straight was straight by definition, and the same opposite ways? Oh no, this was why I wasn't allowed to be smart. I looked at the evil-looking version of Xisuma, and my eyes lit up. He had such fluffy hair... I wondered how he'd react if I patted him on the head. I wanted to. Maybe it was a bad decision afterward, but I did it.

The evil-looking Xisuma jumped, staring at me like I was loony. Haha, loony... Like Looney Tunes. What if Looney Tunes and the old Mickey Mouse cartoons joined theme songs? That would be weird, but also kind of cool. The evil-looking version of Xisuma said something, but I couldn't tell who he was speaking to. Giggling, I said "Angsty Shishwamy". He just stared at me like I had three heads, and I worried that I did. It wasn't out of the question. Oh heck, it wasn't out of the equation. Wait, was it fun to be a duck? I didn't know, but I wanted to find out. Maybe not right now, though, as I fell asleep tiredly.