Hermitcraft and Empires Oneshots

Mask (Etho)

This may include Tangtho, or whatever the ship name for Tango and Etho is, but that depends if I can bring myself to write romantic fluff.

Etho P.O.V.

I was bored, since I had finished what I had wanted to do for the day and didn't have the motivation to work on my base of hurting hermits. I was currently doing something I did a lot when I was bored, sitting and thinking, or reliving memories.

Eventually my thoughts came to my mask. I had been wearing it for so long, I almost forgot why. I could sense flashes of memories beginning to break through the floodgates.

I prepare myself to be sent into a flashback. It was a strange sort of power I had. I could relive memories as if I was experiencing them for a second time.

The first flash was from when I was extremely young. My parents were never the nicest to me, always abandoning me and leaving me to my own devices, to figure out how to survive in the world in my own.

I learned much faster than other children. By my first eight months I could walk and talk coherently, and I could scavenge for scraps of food around the house after a year old. My parents did the bare minimum they needs to to keep me alive.

When I turned five though, life got so much worse. My mom came home alone one day with a bottle of alcohol. It was weird though, because as often as my parents were drunk, they never came home alone or with alcohol.

I was a very smart kid, and could read at the age of three. I wanted to find the answer as to why my parents neglected me, so I searched everything I could find. I never found a straight answer, but I found enough information to piece together a few things.

When my mom came home that night, and was fuming. I was unlucky enough to be in the entryway when she came home. And I received the rage I was not deserving of. She hit me right in the cheek with the glass bottle, producing a deep cut.

I did not know how to administer first-hand at the time, and I was left to sit there and let it bleed. That was most likely why it had scarred when nothing else my mother had done to me did. I learned first aid as soon as I could so that if she ever attacked me again I could hopefully make it heal faster.

My father never came back, and I guessed he had abandoned my mother, and my mother was taking my anger out for him on me. I assumed she was doing this because I had inherited my father's mismatched eyes, and so I looked close enough to him for her to take out her vengeance on.

The second flash came from when I first started school. Someone had figured out my mom was abusing me somehow, and police came and took me to an orphanage. The orphanage went me to school with the other children when I came in, though luckily they put me a few grades up to match my level.

I was out in a fourth grade classroom,though I was only if she to be in a first grade one. When I first came in, the other students looked at me like I didn't belong, like I was an outsider. I figured out later that I was.

The kids would make fun of me for my age, and point and laugh at my scar. Some weird ones even tried to touch it like when old grannies pinch people's cheeks in movies.

That was when I first started wearing my mask. I bought it with money I had earned working at the orphanage. I used it to cover up my scar, but I only wore it at school.

Eventually people forgot I had a scar. I was just the weird person who always sore a mask, and I was fine with that.

The third flash came from when I was older, twelve. Nearly a teenager. A new group of kids had been brought to the orphanage. These kids were all very tough and muscular. They looked and acted as if they may have been part of a gang.