Hermitcraft & 3rd Life Oneshots

Scar's Scar - Hermitcraft

No TW's as I refrained from writing anything about blood. I suppose you can say it's "creepy," but it hardly is. Set in Season 6 because I felt like it.

~Hermitcraft~Scar's Scar~

A massive concrete building stood in the middle of the shopping district. It was a large white shop with hundreds of hours devoted to it. The redstone had been messed with more than once, but the shop was one of a kind. On a sunny afternoon, Convex and the Architechs were eating lunch together in Sahara.

Grian took a bite of his golden carrot. "So, Scar, how d'you get your, uh, scar?"

The builder in question smiled at his friend. "It was the day I met my best friend." His eyes were now glossy and clouded with thought.

"You had your scar long before—"

"Not you, Cub! I'm talking about Jellie!"

"Ouch," Iskall said with a chuckle.

"Jellie?"

The brunet nodded at his fellow builder and looked around for his pet. He spotted her napping under the table and let out an audible gasp. The man grabbed the cat and dusted her off. His hat had fallen off of his head and was also on the floor. Now, his hair was covering his eyes.

"Thanks," the man muttered. Cub had brushed it off and set it back on his head.

Scar set his cat on the table. She laid down, folding her legs under her, and drifting to sleep. Her owner smiled and took off his hat to fix his hair. He patted the cat's head before looking at his friends.

"It was a dark and stormy night..."

Scar flew through the tough winds, or tried to. He would swerve left and right. Rockets helped a bit, but he could hardly control his elytra. The builder looked below him to see a speck of light. He crossed his fingers and glided down. He had a sliver of hope that shelter would be near.

The man finally reached the muddy grass of a savannah. He frowned to see his boots covered in muck. Luckily, a small silhouette of a hut sat in the distance. The man smiled and trudged toward it.

After many moments of walking, he reached a swamp. The man tilted his head with curiosity. He hopped from lily pad to lily pad, hopefully getting near. He finally reached a clearing, his clothes now soaking wet. A house stood in the clearing. The builder hopped up the steps of the porch, feeling a bit of guilt as his boots left muddy footprints.

The man knocked on the door reluctantly. "Hello?"

The door opened on its own. Scar took a step, but halted and frowned. It was risky, but he was cold and soaked. The builder took the risk and walked through the door. He looked around the dark, empty house. Then he flinched as the door slammed.

"W-wait I-"

The man's legs were now trembling, and his hands shaking. He couldn't see anything. Suddenly, something brushed against his leg. With an audible gasp, the builder jumped, almost leaving the ground entirely. His teeth chattered, and a shiver ran down his spine.

He could hear a faint cry in the distance. It sounded like a kitten, maybe a cat. Scar didn't want to continue exploring the house. He turned and felt for the door. There was nothing there. He felt it again. Something had rubbed against his leg. He decided not to get jumpy, in case that was its motive.

The builder had no option but to proceed. He wandered through the place, hoping not to attract too much attention. That wasn't the case though, as the creature continued to brush against him more often. The man took a deep breath and a silent gulp.

Something came from above him as he kept walking. It sounded like a vibrating noise. The builder knitted his brows and tried looking around. Soon enough, he came to a door. With a smile of hope, he felt for a doorknob.

The man grasped the cold brass knob and turned slowly. The door opened for the man to see a small room. A measly torch lit it, but that was enough for Scar. He grabbed the light source and held it near. It was his only form of protection.

Then the vibration became louder. The man waved his torch around, looking for the source of the noise. It was now under him. Finally, he spotted something. It was under a wardrobe, and it was long and thin.

Was it a creature, or a tail that belonged to a creature?

Scar watched it flick back and forth before retracting and vanishing under the piece of furniture. His eyes grew wide. He could hear again the cry, but this time louder. He looked around, barely able to hold the torch with his shaky hands.

"Who's th-there?"

A loud thud hit the floor. Something had fallen from above him. The man scanned the area once more before seeing a creature. It was a large fluffy mammal the size of a small dog. He watched its tail perk up at the sight of him. Its green eyes glowed in the darkness and its gentle gaze gave Scar a sense of serenity.

It trotted over to him and rubbed against his leg. The builder smiled and crouched to see the creature. He scratched it under its chin and ears. The vibration got louder. The cat was purring. He went to pick it up; the animal allowing him to.

"Hello-o, have you b-been l-living in this s-scary place all b-by y-yourself?"

The cat meowed and rubbed its head against the man's chest. It purred, twitched its ears a bit, and blinked slowly at the man. He petted the animal some more before jumping. Someone was coming. He heard footsteps from outside the door.

A cackle came from outside the door. Scar's eyes widened, and he held the kitty close. Noticing the door slightly open, he went to close it. Unfortunately, he was too late, and a loud shatter interrupted the deafening silence. Liquid splashed all over a wall before the door opened more.

"It's a w-witch!" the man cried before frantically looking for an exit.

The animal in his arms wiggled around, causing the builder to hold it tighter. Soon, the cat's claws came out. The leather jacket the man was wearing ripped and tore. He didn't want to let go of the cat. He wanted to rescue it.

Finally, Scar saw a crack of light come through the cobblestone wall. If he could use his pickaxe to break the wall, he could leave pronto. So that's what he did. The man pulled out his pick and started mining the wall.

Another shatter broke the silence. More liquid stained the spruce and cobblestone walls. The man continued to hack at the wall until a few chunks came loose. He pulled them off and threw them on the ground. Meanwhile, the animal in his arms was not happy.

Another shatter arose and the last pieces of cobblestone broke off just in time. Scar grabbed them and tossed them on the ground. Another cackle made the man flinch. Before he could escape, a potion flew at him and hit him in the back. He bit his lip as his limbs grew weak.

Meanwhile, the cat squirmed in his arms, causing more of his jacket to rip. The man huffed and felt exhausted. He lowered his head and tried to calm the animal. Still upset, it wriggled some more before scratching the man in the face. He let out a wince of pain before feeling his body return to normal.

The wound on his face stung. He sighed and laughed. He couldn't help but forgive the cat. As soon as the two were out of range of the hut, he set the animal on the ground. The animal sat down immediately and groomed itself.

"I don't think I'm ever going out on a stormy day ever again," he said to the cat before looking up at the night sky.

It was now clear, with no evidence of the weather being wet. The grass was dewy, but that was normal in the swamp. The sun was rising, too. Scar was just glad he was alive and with a new friend.

"So, how d'you come up with the name Jellie?"

"Well..."

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