The labyrinth of monsters (a Hermitcraft and third life AU fanfic)

Chapter 10 - Grian

I'm talking with Tango when the doors open. As I glance over, first unworried, I see Impulse and Bdubs run into view, both panting. The latter is holding a bloody sword. Something has definitely gone wrong. 

'Where's Jevin and False?' Doc's already asking as me and Tango dash over. In my original look, I hadn't even realised that both of them were runners, and that they wouldn't be out together. The two glance look at each other, still catching their breath, before Bdubs explains. 

'Me and Jevin found Scott dead. Dog-boy attacked us, and we ran into Impulse and False. False was killed, and the rest of us ran for it. 

'But where's Jevin?'

'Jevin's gone?' The look of obvious surprise on Impulse's face sends worry through me. I barely knew the slime, but still...

'Impy, it's not your fault.' Tango instantly senses his friend's self-blame. He's quickly interrupted by Impulse. 

'Bdubs?'

'You were behind me! It's not my fault that Iskall or dog-boy got him!' 

'Iskall was there too?' I can't help but ask. Impulse nods back. 'Maybe he got trapped by the slimes, like we did.' 

'They're NEVER together, though. It's only my fault I led them near enough to each other that they were both a problem.' Impulse glares at the ground. 'It's only my fault Jevin's dead.' 

'He might not be... I could go out there and look for him...' I suggest the idea without thinking. Impulse stares up at me. 

'That's suicide. If me and Bdubs can't survive out there, then there's no way you will.' 

'Fine then, we'll let Jevin think we abandoned him. Oh, wait. We did.' I'm getting angry again, and I try to calm down. Doc intervenes before I snap again. 

'We should wait a couple minutes for him to get back. If not...'

'He's dead. If he was alive, he'd be here.'

'He might've got lost...' Bdubs suggests hopefully. 

 'Yeah, and then Iskall would've killed him. There's nothing we can do without putting more of us in danger. Enough of us have died in these last few weeks already.'

'Impulse is right,' Tango backs up his friend. 'We can't risk anyone else dying for the chance of someone who's probably already dead.'

'What's going on over here?' Etho walks over to the conversation. It's impossible to miss Impulse's death-glare back at him. 

'Scott's dead, by the way.' He begins. 'After you let him walk into the maze without helping.'

'I didn't think he'd die in there!'

'Well he did! And it's your fault!'

'Impulse! Calm down!'

'NO!' The stressed out player slaps Tango's comforting hand away, before running away. I watch him go, before turning back to the others. 

'Someone'll need to sort out the graves.' I mutter, before following after, back to my house. Joel, my roommate, is lying on his bed, pretending to sleep.

'Scott's dead.' I tell him, before falling onto my own, ready to spend the rest of the day doing nothing. 

It's early in the morning when I wake up, realising what had happened the night before. Or, more accurately, what HADN'T happened. The door. 

It hadn't locked.