Hermitcraft Inktober: Writer's Addition

16★Sciamachy

Xisuma was always there for the hermits, whether they needed help physically or mentally, he was there. Even when he was dealing with his own internal struggles, he was there for the hermits.

However, the hermits didn't know. They didn't know about their admin's struggles. Xisuma believed, that in order to be a good admin, you shouldn't get your players involved with your own struggles. And so he didn't.

Well, until one day.

Xisuma found himself fighting the voices in his head. The voices that kept repeating how he was a failed as an admin. How he could do a whole lot better.

It continued for a few minutes before he headed for the end. The place in which he could relax without having to wear his helmet.

And so, off the voidwalker went to the end.

He expected it to be empty. So, as he arrived, he immediately took off his helmet and held it at his side before taking a deep breath.

It felt good not having to rely on his helmet to help him with breathing. The end was the one place he didn't need it. Being a voidwalker and all, he was used to the density difference then end air compared to the nether and overworld.

Xisuma soon found himself walking across the main island and to the place he had mentally claimed as his quiet space. However, what he didn't expect to find was a hermit sitting in that exact spot.

The hermit in question, False.

Mentally, the voidwalker began to panic.

What was he going to do? If False finds out he's struggling with his mental health, he would have failed as an admin.

Quickly deciding to turn on his heel, Xisuma was about to fly off, until he heard his name.

"Xisuma? What are you doing here?" He heard False say as he pivoted on his heel to face the blonde hermit.

"Ummm, I just wanted to have a break from wearing my helmet" X lied.

"Come sit" False said, patting the ground next to her. Not really knowing what else to do, Xisuma obliged and sat down next to False.

"So, what's the real reason you're here X?" False questioned.

"Like I said, I wanted a break from wearing my helmet" the voidwalker lied again.

"Wrong. What's the real reason."

"I'm not lying."

"And I'm a brunette. Seriously, what's going on? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"I know that's a lie. Look, Xisuma. If you think bottling up all your own struggles makes you a good admin then you're wrong. Being a good admin is not only about taking care of your players but also yourself. So, I'll ask again. What's wrong? Are you okay? And I want a truthful answer."

"How did you?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Fine, I just feel like I'm failing you and the rest of the hermits as an admin. I'm not always there to help everyone."

"Xisuma, you are not failing is an admin. You are an amazing one. You can't always be there to help us when we need help. If we need help, you don't always have to be the one to provide it."

"But..."

"No buts. Now, when was the last time you slept."

"I don't know."

"Well then, let's get you back to your base and get you to bed."

"Okay."

With that, False stood up before then offering a hand to help Xisuma up. Xisuma then put his helmet back on before the two of them made their way back to the overworld with Xisuma knowing that he is a good admin.