Going to Hell in a Hand Basket (Dreamsmp And Hermitcraft)

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Bdubs turns around suddenly, looking back into the woods. Doc pauses his step and looks at him. "What is it?"

"Nothing. Thought I heard something." Bdubs begins to walk again this time a little faster. Doc looks back to where the moss man had been looking, nothing but the soft shifting of leaves in the breeze.

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"I know you took it, one of you had to have." Doc crosses his arms and both Grian and Scar look at each other.

"Dude we didn't touch your axe." Grian says holding up his hands in a surrendering motion.

"Or shield. I didn't know you had one." Scar leans back in his chair.

Doc felt himself growl at them. "If I found out your lying-"

"You'll evaporate us with your arrow gun." The two trouble makers say at the same time. "We know."

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Doc wakes up to nothing. It's the middle of the night and something feels off, wrong. He gets out of bed slowly, knocks on his head piece to get the eye to work. "Need to fix that." He mutters to himself while grabbing his arm off his desk.

He clicks the arm into his shoulder joint before picking up his trident. He glances to Ren, debating waking his sleeping friend. Doc nudges the werewolf with his free hand.

"Ren... Ren... Ren!" He whisper growls close to his head, covering his mouth when he startles awake. "Just me Ren. Something's off." Ren nods sleepily at him, before muttering something unheard into his paw. Doc removes the paw.

"Have fun. Text if you need anything." Ren repeats.

Doc nods, leaving the room almost silently. The halls were empty, the rooms near his too. The storage room door was barely open but barely is not how Doc keeps it. He swings the door open, trident at the ready.

An axe comes down too quick for him to see if it was the pesky bird or elf before his head leaves his shoulders. He shoots up in bed next to Ren, panting, sweat soaked, neck aching. Ren howls in surprise as Doc leaps from the bed and runs down the hall.

The person was still there, blood covering them and the axe they were wielding. Doc pounces upon seeing them holding his beloved trident. A roar left his throat that usually causes his opponents to turn tail and flee. The intruder stood fast and swung his axe at him.

The weapon landed in his organic arm cause a snarl of pain. Ren had joined him now, teeth and claws bared.

Even with the two of them the intruder put up a fight, succeeding in escaping relatively unharmed. Doc couldn't say the same thing. He was laid on the floor of his storage unit, blood and oil pooling under him from large gashes.

He saw Rens' face turn to disgust while looking at his head. "Brains?" Doc quietly asks, the words hurting to say. Ren gave a stiff nod and looks away. "Put me down will you."

Rens' tail tucks between his legs, he hated killing him but it was obvious the amount of pain he was in. "You have to stop asking this of me." He whines before driving Doc's own trident through his head, right where his brain was exposed from under the metal.

Doc stumbles back to get his things, Ren meeting him halfway. Not even death could heal him all the way this time. Ren gently ran his fingers over the nasty looking scabbed over gashes on his forehead and arm. "I'll message X, you go to bed." The werewolf commands and the creeper half-breed doesn't argue, limping back to the room using his trident as a walking stick.

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Doc was late to the meeting. X watched the door anxiously for the missing hybrid even though Ren had told them he'd be late.

The door opened slowly, Doc's massive form entering. He was leaned heavily on his trident, large half healed wounds covered his body. Scars littered everywhere else most important the shimmer silver line of death around his neck and on his head. His mechanical arm was missing, the metal shoulder socket empty.

"What happened?" X demands standing quickly and crossing the room to him.

Doc looks at him before walking past to a chair and letting his body fall on to it. "I don't know for certain. There was an intruder and they were something else entirely. They had killed me before I even knew where or what they were."

The creeper hybrid leans down fingers wrapping tightly around his trident. "What ever they were they're a danger to us all. It looked like a person but the head kept spinning when I slashed at it. My claws couldn't find purchase on their head." His organic claws flex out of their sheaths making the metal in his hand squeak.

"That's Dream." Doc's head snaps to the side seeing the other creeper hybrid in the room, small creeper creature sat on his back. "He's a slippery fuck. To kill him you'd need an army and even then he'll talk his way out. I've seen him do it."

"So we'll make an army and plug our ears." Cleo says a large smirk pulling at her face. Sam just looks at her with his usual frown.

"You're going to fight the False God in his domain? He's the hunter of the damned, silent and invisible within the grasses and trees."

X steps forward head cocked to the side. "False God?" Sam nods. "On his server we have three lives, even him. He kind of got a god complex when he started bring people back from the death with a book."

"Dude, I mean this in the nicest way possible, you're server is fucked up." Grain says from his seat at the table.