|~{MCYT/Hermitcraft/Empire Smp}~| ••Mini Stories••

|~Hermitcraft: Xisuma's Backstory~|

**Updated and fixed up a little better than the last version!**

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"DOOM. What's that?"
DOOM stared at his first mate,"Seriously? You've never seen a baby before?", "No, it's just. . . Why is a baby on the ship?", DOOM and his first mate were having a meeting in DOOM's room, discussing the odd circumstances of a baby on board the ship and now on an Alien infested wasteland,"I had no choice, you know the conditions on what is happening on Earth, my wife would have been here if it wasn't for those army men that refused to believe she was my partner.", the first mate nods, DOOM put the sleeping baby in the cot and sighed heavily as he rubbed his eyes,"But, I do believe the child growing up around adults, no children his age will not be good for his growth, will it?","No. . . But what choice do we have?", The first mate nods, DOOM then straightened up,"Okay; This is the only exception to the rules, I know it feels like I'm bending the rules for my child but we can't turn back the ship now.", The First Mate nods,"Understood.", he then left to let the crew know about the situation of the child being on board, seeing as DOOM's wife was supposed to look after the child but now.
. . .
"Well, we didn't get the chance to name you kiddo, I need to think of a name. . ."
DOOM chuckled,"Oh boy, leaving me to name you, your mother would be shivering at the sheer thought: She always didn't trust me naming people or my things.", considering the names were always a little complicated to pronounce.

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"How old are you?"
"4!"
First Mate nods,"And you want to what?", "I wanna train with dad!", First Mate sighed, looking over at DOOM who came over,"If you don't want him to train with you and the crew, I'll train him; I know a lot of the crew aren't a fan of children.", The first mate nods and leaves, DOOM smiled and knelt down,"Go into the Research Library, find a book on guns and I'll show you a thing or two.", he nods and immediately runs down the hall of the ship, DOOM sighed as he opened his notebook,"I still don't know what to name him without getting my wife on my back.", DOOM had several ideas of a name, but couldn't think which one would make his wife not get mad at him, she was already worried about him growing up with no one his age and his organs mutating so he can breath on this planet.
. . .
"Why did she marry me again?"

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"We're not naming him that, DOOM."
DOOM sighed,"Look, we're running out of names here and he's already 4 and we haven't got shit!", "Watch the language, he could hear you.", DOOM nods, shutting up as they continued to speak about their child.
. . .
*CRASH*
*SMASH*
"What was that?!"
DOOM turned from the computer, did an Alien get in again or did the shutter get left token by the crew?!?
"One moment."
DOOM jumped out of the chair and sprinted down the hall,"Son?!?!", he turned the corner towards the Research Lab,"Did an Alien get in or is the Shutter left open again?!", DOOM threw open the metal door and expected the worst-
"Dad, look what happened when I pulled a book out!"
. . .
DOOM didn't know what to say.
His son was pointing to the book shelf that was now, torn the shelf in half and it seemed like this purple. . . Thing.
. . .
DOOM launched forward and grabbed his son and got him out of the room, closing the door behind them and locking it!
"Okay! We're not going in there or doing that again."
DOOM turned to his son,"What was that?", he shrugged, DOOM sighed and sunk to the ground, please will some God out there tell him his child didn't just cause that to happen.
. . .
"Dad?. . ."
"Give me a moment. . ."
*Thud*
"?!"
DOOM looked up, seeing his son had fell to the ground,"Kiddo??!", DOOM picked up his child, seeing a slight red mark on his son's head, was he dead?!?
Oh no, he was asleep.
But. . . It wasn't narcolepsy, was it?

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"Captain; Orders?"
"Fix up the Research Lab and do not distrub me, I'll be working."
The Crewmates couldn't help but stared at the fact that DOOM was carrying his child like he was carrying a number off rolled up blueprints under his arm but the kid was completely passed out which was odd, seeing has the brat was always trying to build stuff.