Hermitcraft and Empires Oneshots

Something Isn't Right (Gem)

There isn't much in terms of hermitcraft for Gem, but I had an idea and that's when I write, so here we go.

Gem P.O.V.

The hermitcraft server. On the surface it seemed like a chaotic place, full of mischief and troublemakers, adults allowed to act like children. But when you look deeper you see the order. You find the rules.

Everyone finds a way to fit in. Th he hermits accommodate each other as much as they can. They make you feel at home. No one bothered to look deeper.

Many did look past the chaos. They saw the goodness of hermitcraft. The kindness of the hermits. But there they stopped. Even the hermits stopped there. No one bothered to look deeper.

It seemed I was the only one who cared. I looked into the lore of the world I had found myself in. This server known as hermitcraft. I found out about previous members who were now gone.

But the most peculiar, to me, at least, were the case of people. Helsknight, and EvilX. Both were known to be evil versions of their hermit counterparts.

There was one thing about this that had disturbed me. No other world I had known was able to produce such manifestations of evil like those two. No other world could pull such a small amount of bad out of someone and make an entirely real, physical, manifestation of it.

I knew, something wasn't right about this world, so I took it upon myself to investigate from that point forward. Even if it was only day one. Even if I was looking for information that was not meant to be found.

I had a suspicion that I would not be prepared for the answers I would receive. Not in the slightest. But I was always the a curious person, never able to stop searching for information.

And because I wondered, I looked for the information. I researched the world of hermitcraft, manifestations of evil such as Helsknight and EvilX, everything that could provide me with some sort of answer or lead on my dilemma.

I had not told other hermits of the things I had done across. Many of the hermits had only ever been on hermitcraft, and did not know other worlds. And as for the others that had, I did not wish to worry them.

But I did my research. I made a room, under the tree, under the enchantment room at my cottage. It was a research room. Filled with books, ink pens to take notes, and a singular computer to look up information.

The more I delved into this topic, the scarier the outlook seemed to be. I found hints of darkness, corruption. There was something unnatural about this world. And as I found out about it, I realized I could see it.

It was creeping in. Splintering tendrils of shadow. A deep corruption, something not of any world. It was a monster, made purely of the bleakness that perpetrated the universe that was Minecraft.

Tendrils of black. They were reaching towards me. I had figured out their secret, and now they were here to take me away. I fired out in fear. There was nothing I could do about this threat on my own.

Suddenly I heard rushing footsteps, a trapdoor flipping open. Voices accompanied the sound. Th he tendrils stopped for a second, confused. I cried out again to alert the people here of my presence.

Suddenly the door slammed open, and False and Stress walked into the room looking worried. The shadow slithered away as soon as it came when Stress and False walked in.

I was okay now, but one thought kept repeating in my head. Something isn't right. There is a deep seated sickness in this world.

Two in one day. It's near midnight for me, so I need to be heading off to sleep soon. This was a shorter chapter, but it was late and an idea popped into my head and I just had to fight it down. Hope you liked it.

Leaf, signing off.