Forever Lost

Chapter 8 - Family

Xisumas POV

All of the hermits gathered into a room to discuss serious events going on around in the server.

"For starters, Scars been missing for weeks." Xisuma checked his communicator for the millionth time to check if Scar had said anything.

"Why did he leave again?" Bdubs was bored.

"He wanted to go somewhere to relax for a bit, now he's gone." Xisuma checked back to the chat logs to see what he said before he left.

"I'm sure he'll come back, he always finds his way home." Bdubs stood up and walked towards the door. Discussing Scars disappearance was something that nobody wanted to do, but they had to find out if he was still alive. All of the hermits where arguing and the room was Loud and chaotic.

False spoke up.

"What if he's dead?"

All of the hermits went quiet and looked in Falses direction.

"Surely not." Etho was laying his head on the table.

It was hard for the hermits to talk about, it was a sensitive subject.

"If he can get the chance to type in the chat using his communicator, we can ask him for his coordinates. False stood up again, trying to pull a smile from the bad energy in the air.

"If that's our only option then we might need to wait a while." Etho stood up.

"When he told you he was leaving, did he say anything that indicated where?" Cleo looked in Xisumas direction along with a couple other hermits.

"No, he just said he was going on an adventure and that he would be back soon." Xisuma was still checking the chat logs to find a clue.

"Maybe he will be back and the word 'soon' was a little longer than we thought." Stress spoke up to lighten the mood a little more.

"Stress is right, whenever Scar says he'll do something 'in a little bit', he doesn't do it for like, weeks." False grew a small smile of hope on her face.

"Maybe he left because he didn't want to be near us." Docs comment made all of the hermits silent.

"Why would he not want to be near us, we're his family?" Rens ears were lowered.

A piercing silence filled the room.

"We should probably just wait for him to chat again so we can ask him for his coordinates." Xisuma stood up and started to make his way home, also ending the meeting on a bad foot.

All the hermits just had to wait for Scar to say something.

This was gonna take a while.

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Scars POV

Scar was sitting on a blanket in the living room while playing with a screwdriver he used on his communicator.
The two couldn't do much for at least couple days due to Grians recent injury, so there wasn't much to do other than relax and work on the communicator.

Every 4 hours the screen would go blank white, then turn off. It was quite frustrating having to deal with that on and off cycle. He stood up and set the screwdriver down to refill his glass of water. He made his way to the kitchen. Grian stood in the arch of the hallway rubbing his eyes after taking a long deserved nap.

"Are you still working on that stupid thing?" Grian walked over to Scar and dug his head into his back while wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Shut up."
Scar was frustrated, but Grian made it slightly better.