Hermitcraft and Empires Oneshots

Derelict (Wels)

This might end up being Jels. Kinda depends whether I want to make this a hurt/comfort or a full on angst. Also, for this AU they exist in Minecraft, and old age doesn't exist.

Wels P.O.V.

I was flying throughout the season seven world with my elytra. Currently I was in the jungle with Xisuma's base. The towers were a sad sight. Nature had taken over, the jungle vines and plants crawling up the sides of the large, mostly white, structures. Each building was broken, and it was a wonder that many of them were standing.

Etho's base was almost impossible to see through the jungle that had taken it over. The complex Redstone and surrounding build has been swallowed by greenery.

Looking over at Keralis' city was astonishing. It looked as how cities would be pictured in zombie apocalypse movies. The small suburb houses were broken, with many holes and walls. The skyscrapers were dull, and covered in dust and grime. Windows were no longer see through, and pillars were crumbling under their own weight.

I flew over to Beef's hacienda, only to see windswept ruins. Sandstone walls were the only thing still standing, and even those were wearing down after the years. My own house was still clean and kept, the terracotta and concrete bright.

I flew back to my own house, no longer able to look at my friend's bases. It was all becoming to much again, looking at the derelict state of everything. It had been a total of twenty three years, four months, and ten days since everyone moved on to the season eight world.

All that time since they had left me behind in season seven, like in season six. Unlike season six, though, no one came back. Bad thoughts started parading through my head. Why they left me behind. Reasons, not good ones. Something wet was on my face. Tears. I was crying.

This was definitely not the first time I had cried, far from it. Many days, especially in the beginning, I just sat there and cried. All day just cried. Sometimes I thought about ending it. Finding a way to eliminate myself permanently.

After all, there was nothing to do in this world, and no one had come back. But I still had hope. That something went wrong and they couldn't get me, and they've been trying to find me all this time. That hope was the only reason I hadn't offed myself yet.

I decided to get up and go somewhere. I did not have anywhere in mind, but simply let my limbs take me where they wish. I ended up in the shopping district, overlooking the derelict city hall. Many of the buildings weren't standing at all.

The city hall was still standing, accompanied by Xisuma and Keralis' concrete shop, Jevin's mob shop, and parts of aque town. Most of the roads were still visible.

I landed to wander the roads, looking at the ruins of old shops. Tears pricked my eyes once more looking at the derelict shops. I stopped walking and sat down to cry again. I sobbed into my hands as the memories overwhelmed me.

Most of my time in the later season was spent with Jevin. Neither of us made videos towards the end of the season, so we could hang out without worrying about how people would react to our videos.

It was fun, and we had a lot of good times. We played many of the mini games that had been built on the server, and just hung out at each other's bases. It was fun being able to hang out without having to worry about what the viewers would think.

I was startled from my reverie when I heard the nether portal to off in the distance. I looked up, tears still streaming down my face. Standing in front of my, was someone I never thought I would see again.

Standing in front of me was Jevin, whit sweatwhirt, blue slime body and all. I started crying even harder, burying my face into my hands and muttering. "You're here, you're finally here. I never thought you would come. It's been so long, why didn't you come."

Jevin P.O.V.

We were so far into hermitcraft we had stopped numbering the seasons. It was a new one though, and still Wels was not there. Each season I spent much of my off camera time trying to find him. The other hermits would occasionally help me look to, though they weren't as worried as I was. Hermits disappeared sometimes, that's just how it is. He hasn't been seen since season seven, and it was at the end of last season I had come to the conclusion he was stuck there. This season, I was going to ask Xisuma if he could send me back.

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Time skip
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A few days later, we had it set up. Xisuma changed the code for a nether portal so that it would link up both ways with the shopping district portal in season seven. Looking up at the swirls of purple, a burst of excitement shot through me. At this point, many of the hermits had confessed their love towards another member of the server, and somehow it was always requited.

Etho and Beef, the ZIT trio, Grian and Mumbo, Doc and Bdubs, Iskall and Stress, Keralis and Xb, Cleo and Joe, Xisuma and Biffa, who had come back, and a few more. Now I was going to find mine.

I stepped into the violet mist, and came out to a very sad sight. Grian's derelict, almost destroyed barge caught my eye first. Then I heard crying. It had to be Wels, so I followed the sound. Soon I was him, sobbing on the ground. He looked up at me, and began crying harder, murmuring things I could not here.

I walked toward him, enveloping him in a hug as soon as I was close enough. I began murmuring softly, trying to comfort him. "I'm here now. You're okay. I'm going to bring you back."

Once he quieted a bit, I scooped him up, knowing he was not in the state to walk. I carried him, still crying, back over to the portal, continuing to murmur in his ear.

I stepped once again into the purple mist, giving one last glance to the derelict shops on the other side. Then I was back in the new season, stepping out of the portal there. Xisuma was there with a few other hermits, ready to welcome Wels back to hermitcraft.

Once they saw him though, curled up crying in my arms, they all knew now was not the time. They dispersed, though some gathered to plan a welcoming party. For now, I took him to my base. He stopped crying somewhere along the way, and was asleep.

I brought him into my base, and lay him down in the bed. He woke up when I drew my arms away from around him.

"Please don't," he whispered. " I need you to stay right now. " I sat down on the bed and snuggled up next to him, and he laid his head on my shoulder. "Are we in the current season," he asked, still in a whisper. I nodded against him, and he signed in relief. " I think a few of the hermits are planning a welcoming party, but for today I thought you just needed to rest and collect to our thoughts. "

"Thank you, Jevin. For coming back to me. You have no idea how hard it was looking at all of your bases, broken-down and derelict. Knowing how long it's been, thinking that you probably forgot about me."

"I never forgot about you. I was always looking for you. Longing to see you again. It was agony not being able to hang out with you. I never want to go through that again. So from now on, you are going to be right next to me when we go to the next season."

He chuckled a little at that, and wiggled closer to me. "Jev," Wels whispered. " I don't think I could deal with being away from you again. I love you." He quieted even further, making me have to strain to hear him even with us so close.

A smile out up my face. "I love you too, Wels." We both snuggled closer, if that was even possible. And, seeing that it was late, lay down on the bed. I wrapped my arms around Wels, glad to have him back, and I would never let him go again.

He would never again see something derelict.

This'll be Leaf off for now. Food once, I'm actually happy with this oneshot. I think I did well on it. Comment if you liked it too.