Hermitcraft & 3rd Life Oneshots

The Mask in the Attic - Hermitcraft

Set in season seven. I don't even watch Grian anymore, but he's so fun to write about. I'm sorry if I'm inaccurate when it comes to some things. A bit creepy but not too bad. 3rd life vids came out today. Maybe I'll get some inspiration...

~Hermitcraft~The Mask in the Attic~

The attic of his mansion was a scary place. It was large, dark, and filled with tons of boxes. He wasn't sure what was in them, but he was certainly curious. He was going to clean it out.

"Mumbo!" he exclaimed with a laugh.

"Hello, Grian!"

The moustached man glided down to his friend and landed clumsily. He laughed it off, rubbed his head sheepishly, and stood up to see his friend. The man was quite tall compared to the blond. He smiled and gestured for his friend to talk.

"So, I'm planning to going through at least a quarter of the attic today," the builder said, looking up at the high ceiling.

His friend looked up and studied the ceiling. The redstoner was getting exhausted just thinking about the work they would have to do. He placed a hand on his hip and frowned. It was just a quarter, right?

"Last one there is a pesky bird!" his friend exclaimed before flying upward.

"Oh boy," the man muttered before rocketing up to catch up with his friend.

Mumbo met up with his friend. They climbed through a small hole and into the attic. The two coughed, almost in sync. After getting used to the dust-filled environment, they both grabbed a box and got to work.

Grian's box had dirt in it. He scoffed and said, "Looks like there are only spare materials in here."

Mumbo shrugged. "That's what it seems like."

The moustached man put his box away. It had been overflowing with sand. It was useful, but not too interesting. The Hermits grabbed other boxes and peeked inside. The builder found a box of spare elytra and rockets. His friend found a box of various stone blocks.

The two sighed at their findings. Grian reached for another box, this time feeling optimistic. He twisted the lid off the shulker and reached inside. There was nothing. The blond continued to feel inside the box. Soon, he came upon something cold and sharp.

"Oh, I think there's something in here!"

"You sure? It looks empty to me."

Grian took his arm out of the box. He held a mask in his hands. The two studied it and the symbol that was engraved on top. It looked familiar, but the builder wasn't sure where it was from. It gave him a feeling of discomfort and slight pain. He gently set it down on the box for his friend to see.

"Where'd you get it from?" the redstoner asked. He looked at it's pointed edges with concern.

"I-I dunno. I don't remember having anything like it."

"Well, it looks like a mask. Why don't you try it on?"

The builder hesitantly looked at the mask. His stomach turned and twisted and knotted. Grian didn't want to try it on. It wouldn't hurt, though. What was the worst that could happen? He didn't like it?

The blond gave in and said, "Alright, I'll try it on."

He picked it up and put it over his eyes. It wasn't so bad after all. He smiled and giggled. The man looked in Mumbo's direction and stuck out his tongue.

"Hey, it doesn't look so bad on you."

"I-"

The blond felt lightheaded. He instantly reached to take it off. Before he could grab it, everything started closing in on him. Everything went black.

"Grian!"

The man found himself in an empty room. Only a gentle purple source of light came from under him. He looked down, his heart in his ears. He looked back up. Something was coming toward him. It was a black silhouette.

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ"

He fell instantly. Air surrounded him before he fell into a pool of liquid. It was purple liquid, and he was hopelessly trying to stay above the surface. Something echoed through the sea of lavender.

"∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭ"

The surrounding liquid drained, creating a tornado of water. The builder struggled to swim against the current. Soon, something sucked him down with the water. Then he fell from the sky as rain did the same. A pair of wings sprouted out of his back. Through the showering of the water, something rushed to his ears.

"∴╎ꖎꖎ"

The man's wings flapped on their own and glided down to safety. He landed in a field, rolling down a hill headfirst. Once he finished rolling, a bird flew overhead. Grian's wings disappeared.

"ᔑꖎ∴ᔑ||ᓭ"

He looked around the field before seeing a house in the distance. Something told him to go to it. He did. The man approached the house; he knocked on the door. It opened to a dark room. The blond didn't want to go in, but his legs controlled themselves.

"!¡∷ᒷ⍊ᔑ╎ꖎ"

He was falling again. The man continued to fall, accepting it this time. He was back in the attic, miserable and wet. Mumbo stood over his unconscious body. Grian coughed and immediately sat up. He grasped the mask and threw it across the room.

"What-"

"The W-Watchers w-will always pre-prevail."

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