Hermitcraft one-shots

Child of the commune

Impulse wasn't all to thrilled to be woken up by the peeping of his communicator at 7 in the morning on a Sunday, but here we are!

Grunting he tried to roll onto his back to get up, only for a pair of arms to lock him in place. Finally opening his eyes and glared at the person, or more at the people who had their arms around him, "Grian, Ren, move, I need to check my communicator"

A whine of displeasure left both of the others mouths, they were both comfortable and didn't want to move. But they moved anyway because last time they didn't listen to Impulse they were locked out of iTrade for a week, so not listening was a no go. Ren was the first to get off, but Grian stubbornly remained. Not that that was a problem, the guy weighed less than a feather. So Impulse could easily get up and do what he needed with Grian still on his back.

Picking up the communicator he turned it on to look at it, five new unread messages, all from different people. Normally he wouldn't mind it too much, but the people the messages where from did raise some alarms. Tango, Zedaph, Scar, Joe and Xisuma.

The first two there was nothing weird about, simply asking about the meeting later today. But the messages from the other three, caused a bit more concern.

<GoodTimesWithScar> Why is there a kid hanging out at your base, and why does he have hippie clothes like you, Ren and Grian?

<JoeHills> Did you, Grian or Ren adopt a kid recently? Because I saw a kid running around with y'alls attire on around the Civil war area

<Xisumavoid> Why am I getting reports of a kid that has clothes that resembles you and the other hippies clothes?

"Uh, none of you two gave some kid hippie clothes? Right" asked Impulse, eyes still on his communicator.

"I haven't, ask Grian!" called Ren from outside, most likely making breakfast for the three of them. (And when did he get out?)

Impulse gently nudged the half asleep cat hybrid on his back, "Hey Grian, did you give a kid some clothes?"

"Hmmm?" hummed the builder, still half asleep, "Yeah, I gave Lana some smaller version of our clothes"

"Lana?" asked Impulse in confusion, did Grian know who this kid was?

"Yeah, she thought the uniform Doc gave her was to uncomfortable so I gave her some hippie clothes. And she really liked them," ended Grian with a loud yawn, but Impulse could still see the happy smile on his face, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, you see, she's been, ah, running around the server and people are wondering who she is"

The brunette almost couldn't finish his sentence before Grian was of his back and looking at him intently, "What do you mean 'she's been running around the server'? Who was she with?"

"Uh, no one," said Impulse, a tiny bit afraid of the tiny gremlin, "She's been seen alone, but never with a Hermit"

"WHAT?! What do you mean she hasn't been seen with a Hermit?" screamed Grian, the loud noise bringing Ren inside, "Forget that! I have to go!"

Before either of the other hippies could say anything, Grian had rushed out of the room and made his way to Area 77. On his way he passed Scar who tried to stop him from entering, but Grian just pushed him aside and continue making his way to the base, "Doc! Get your ass out here! We've got a problem!"

The creeper hybrid quickly came jogging out of one of the hangers, "Mein Schatz? What's the problem?"

Concern laced his voice, Grian rarely swore at him, or swore in general, so something was up.