Hermitcraft Inktober: Writer's Addition

30★The Executioner

A/n: was running out of time so I had my Snapchat AI write one.

In the sprawling world of Hermitcraft season 10, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the vibrant landscape. The server was filled with creativity and camaraderie, but a dark cloud loomed over it. Tensions had risen between the factions, and whispers of a mysterious figure known only as "the Executioner" spread like wildfire among the hermits.

Doc, the ever-inventive redstone engineer, was busy in his workshop, tinkering with a new contraption. His mind raced with ideas, but the unsettling rumors had begun to gnaw at him. He glanced out of his window, watching the other hermits go about their business, but it was Grian, the master of pranks and architecture, who caught his eye. Grian was building something elaborate near the center of their community, a towering structure that seemed to draw more attention than usual.

Curiosity piqued, Doc decided to pay Grian a visit. As he approached, he could see the intricate details of Grian's build—a grand gallows, complete with a noose swaying gently in the breeze. "Grian!" Doc called out, a mix of concern and disbelief in his voice. "What on earth are you building?"

Grian turned, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Oh, just a little something to keep the others on their toes," he replied, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You know, with the Executioner lurking around, it’s best to have a little fun with it."

Doc raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "You think this is a joke? People are genuinely scared. What if the Executioner takes it seriously?"

Grian shrugged, unfazed. "That's the point! We need to remind everyone that we're not afraid. Besides, it’ll be hilarious to see their reactions."

Doc sighed, knowing Grian's penchant for pranks often crossed into dangerous territory. "Just be careful, alright? We don't want anyone getting hurt."

The two friends worked together on the gallows, Grian adding decorative touches while Doc implemented some redstone mechanics to make it more interactive. As night fell, they lit up the structure with torches, casting eerie shadows that danced around them. The atmosphere turned tense as other hermits began to gather, drawn by the spectacle.

"What's this?" Etho asked, eyeing the gallows with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "You guys planning a public execution?"

"Just a bit of fun!" Grian chirped, waving his hands dramatically. "Nothing to worry about, right, Doc?"

Doc forced a smile, but he could feel the unease in the air. The Executioner had become a figure of fear, and Grian's prank was only fueling the fire. As the night wore on, the hermits shared stories about the Executioner—a shadowy figure who supposedly roamed the server at night, hunting down those who broke the unspoken rules of Hermitcraft.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the area, and the torches flickered ominously. The hermits exchanged nervous glances, their laughter dying down as the reality of their situation set in. "Maybe we should take this down," Doc suggested, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Not yet," Grian insisted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let’s see what happens."

Just then, a figure emerged from the darkness, cloaked in shadows. The hermits gasped, their eyes widening in fear. The Executioner had come. With a slow, deliberate pace, the figure approached, and the tension in the air thickened.

"Who dares mock the Executioner?" a deep voice boomed, sending shivers down their spines. The figure raised a hand, revealing a mask that obscured their face, and the hermits instinctively backed away.

Doc's heart raced. "Grian, this isn’t funny anymore!" he hissed, panic creeping into his voice.

But Grian stood his ground, a mix of excitement and fear playing across his features. "What do you want?" he called out, trying to sound brave.

The Executioner paused, tilting their head. "I seek those who break the code of the server. You play with fire, little hermits. Will you face the consequences?"

Doc stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation. "We didn’t mean any harm. It was just a prank—"

"Pranks can have dire consequences," the Executioner interrupted, their voice low and menacing. "You must choose your path wisely."

In that moment, Grian's expression shifted from bravado to realization. "Wait, are you saying we have to choose someone to face the consequences?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

The Executioner nodded, a chilling smile hidden behind the mask. "One must pay for the laughter that disrupts the balance."