Hermitcraft Stuff I Guess

5k Anime Beach Episode (oneshot)

Main Pairing: Platonic Anyone and Everyone
Cw: past injury, blood, dialogue heavy
Au: Wither Skelly Scars
Around 1000 words

That's right, my big 5k special is fan service. Well, not in that way, but you get the point. This was a request by MiaTheWatcher and was provided by my spring break free time. It's not the best, but it's cutesy. Enjoy!

The sunwas shining. The water was clear. The beach was perfect. That’s exactly why all of the hermits gathered there. A beach vacation to celebrate their friendships. Volleyball, races, frisbee, swimming. This was a reward, so anything they wanted to do, they did it. All day long.

    “Mumbo! Watch it!” Thwump! “Sorry!” A spoon full of sand lifted a weak thumbs up, more in shock than in pain.

    “Etho! You’re not supposed to hit people with a volleyball.”

    “I’m sorry, Xb, it’s just so exciting.” At this point, the very pale mustachioed man had stood up, and brushed off the sand from his swim trunks.

    “Make it up to him, at least!” False called from her towel.

    “Yeah, that would be nice,” Mumbo grumbled, scooping up the volleyball in his arms.

    “How can I do that?”

    “You could tell your most embarrassing story of all time, or you could tell him how you got your face scar,” Bdubs smirked.

    “Wow, Bubs. You’re supposed to be on my team!”

    “Everyone is curious!” Etho mumbled something to himself and folded his arms.

    “I’ll share if you share,” Xisuma called out. “I know you want to know.”

    “Snap. I do want to know. Fine.”

    “So, there I was. In the Nether, twelve years ago…”

    Xisuma panicked. Dozens of wither skeletons had him surrounded, and there was nothing he could do. EX had already ran off, and now he was being berated. Piece after piece of his armour chips off and soon it’s going to break, much like his weaponry. Tears stream down his face and immediately evaporate, hot reminders that he won’t make it out of this alive. An arrow shoots the side of his helmet, and it is the final blow to destroy his most prized possession. His face is vulnerable, and Xisuma gives up. Something needs to save him, but nothing will. He was a goner.

    Slash slash!

    A pained cry sounds and blood drips down Xisuma’s cheeks. It was the end for him.

    “Get away from my brother, you sacks of trash!” The horrible noise of bones clashing to the hard hot floor was followed by Xisuma getting yanked off the ground and slung over a tough shoulder.

    “EX?”

    “Shut up, Xisuma. I’ll keep you safe.”

    “And that’s why I never go into the Nether without spare armour.” By the time his story was finished, all of the hermits had gathered, gawking at his and his brother’s bravery. Etho was impressed, but not happy.

    “Well now my story is gonna sound lame.”

    “That’s just because you’re lame, go already.”

    “Thanks, Grian.” Etho’s eyes rolled as much as they possibly could. “My story starts like Xisuma’s, in the Nether. I was just chilling and I remembered ‘oh! I gotta get some blazerods!’ So I went to my portal, and I got to the blaze spawner, and I got the blazerods. Then a skeleton cut my face and stuff. That’s literally all that happened.”