Random stories (cat cover cause why not?)

Keralis and Grian's Identity (Fixed!)

 For those who read before I made the text into a separate dialect and gave X his name, I have fixed it and I apologize I was in a hurry and forgot about that!

    Xisuma sighed, leaning back in his chair, his chair was one every child loves, not only does it spin, but it has wheels.

X was the admin of a very well known server amongst those who actually touch grass; Hermitcraft.

As a result, he practically lives in the admin room to make sure nothing goes wrong.

That is not to say that he doesn't get out.

I mean, don't you leave your house?

He has formed bonds and friendships with his hermits, they're not just people to each other but they are a massive family.

Xisuma made the server, when he was younger he had always been intrigued by the stories of the Evolution SMP, a welcoming server to those who were outcasts.

As legend says, their admin, Sunsan, had been taken by a species of deity that are strong than gods with ill intentions.

The watchers.

Xisuma despised the watchers as they were the ones who caused the Evolution server to seize its existence.

Despite his absolute loathing for watchers, his religion was focused on one, Xelqua.

Xelqua was a watcher, and also the god of freedom as he and Meztliera, his acquaintance, had become the first of the runaway watchers.

Xisuma looked up to Xelqua and began to see him as a religious figure in his youthful years.

Xisuma's child obsession with EVO made him determined to achieve his dreams of becoming one of the admins and doing something similar to what Sunsan had done.

Backstories are not allowed to be asked about unless permitted by the backstory's owner as a rule for the hermits to get a freshly new beginning.

Xisuma was proud of his creation.

Now, back to where we began.

Xisuma leaned back in his chair and let out an exasperated sigh.

He was hoping he would be able to get some sleep without being forced to.

Sadly, fate decided he would not get his hope.

Xisuma's door flung off its hinges.

"Oh! What now?" Xisuma shouted in shock.

A voice, actually, one of the only voices that could scare Xisuma, replied to him.

"Shashwammy, you haven't slept in 3 weeks! You're getting to bed now!" Keralis demanded.

Keralis was practically the watchdog of the hermits' well being.

He somehow could tell how long it has been since one has slept, phantoms could tell you if, but the length of time is a different story.

"Yup, I was actually about to do that," Xisuma told the mother-friend-like-hermit, his voice muffled as a result of his face being stuffed into the chair.

"Actual bed not chair."

"...Why?" Suma asked.

"Because I don't need you having back pains later," Keralis reasoned.

When Xisuma didn't immediately get up, Keralis lifted the man as if he weighed nothing. Keralis flung X over his shoulder and then began to make his way over to Xisuma's bed.