Photos - A hermitcraft original story

I. Sleepover

Grian had many secrets, many pasts and names or should I say masks or rather more than one identity. But all that the hermits knew about him was whatever the gremlin told them. To them he was just Grian, a pretty praised builder, a player, nothing more. And Grian liked that. He did it so much that he was ready to do anything to keep it that way.

It was the middle of hermitcraft, season seven. When Grian decided, in a moment of impulsiveness, to have a server sleepover at his place.

His server mates, of course, were overjoyed to see that he was more social than last season. They still could remember the first day on the server. Back then he was a bit shy and didn't really talk much. This season he really started to get more talkative and already did a lot of pranks. This gave them the excuse to call him 'trickster' or 'prankster'.

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Grian ran to every corner and room of my mansion searching for any other misplaced thing. He got only 2 hours until the guests were to arrive so he was in a rush.

He couldn't wait to have fun together with his friends, at least he liked to think that they're friends.

The two hours flew by rapidly, everything was prepared but Grian felt like he was forgetting something important. Soon, people started to flock through the massive doors of his mansion. Some were flying in others coming on foot arriving by either minecart or horse.

"Hello! Welcome to my humble abode. Took you all long enough!" He says jokingly bowing.

"Well, better late that never. And humble is not the word I would use for your bases, Grian." said the moustached friend with a grin on his face.

"True, true." Grian nods, Mumbo's words only fueling his ego.

An hour passes by, but the lingering feeling didn't go away. Something was going to happen. And he couldn't remember what he forgot.

Moments later, the group was preparing to play 'Spin The Bottle' with truth or dare. First up was Grian, who got dared to hell something about his past. Thinking for a moment, he opens his mouth only to give the most vague and normal information he could think of.

"My parents divorced when I was little... I used to live with my aunt after. Went to high school and then I made building tutorials before coming here." Vague and simple. Not to many informations, not traumatizing. The perfect amount he could tell them. The perfect amount so he can stay hidden.

Soon, hermits started going to sleep. Leaving only Xisuma, Cleo, Stress, Tango, Mumbo, Scar, Iskall, Etho, Doc and Ren. They were bored out of their minds by that point, so they though that it will be fun to look around Grian's massive mansion.

At one point, they stumbled in the master bedroom. Grian's room which was now empty as he was sleeping in the living room alongside the rest. On  the walls there were a few photos and on the desk some more.

Curiosity is strong most of the time so they took a look at those photos on the wall.

A photo that anyone that lived or visited Tokyo, in a specific period of time, can relate only one incident and one alone that happened at a high school.

A photo of a server that no admin will forget. The server of Gods, Goddesses and Gifted Beings.

A photo of the life games server. The hermits knew about these games and they were fun.

But there were another photo on a box pushed in the far dark corner of the room. A photo of the Void. And as one of them bent down to grab it, a bright light knocked them out cold.

When they awoke, they were not in Grian's mansion anymore. They're surroundings were all black, like the void. Where the heck were they?

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To be continued
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