stupid hermitcraft short stories

a deal with death

WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I WRITE AN ANGSTY STORY SCAR IS THE ONE BEING TORTURED?! UUUUGH!

I sat. Holding onto my hat in one hand and hugging my knees to my chest in the other. I'd been stressing recently. Stressing so so bad. Things on the server... really weren't looking good for me. Let me explain quickly.

Ren had been possessed by a sort of spirit of death. Presumably the same one that Zedaph was acquainted with. It forced me into a deal. I got no benefit. Nothing. All it was is that, I die five more times, I'm gone for good and stuck with the spirit forever in it's home realm. If I didnt comply... it said it would kill all my friends besides me so I'd be alone. I... didn't want to lose them. Not ever. And what other choice did I have? Fight the death spirit possessing Ren?

I agreed and I regret it every day of my life.

As I let out a sigh, I grabbed my book and noted down a few things.

Date: Sunday 24th November 2019

It's only been a few weeks now since the deal and I already managed to die. Not once but 4 times and now I'm in full panic. I cant die again. I'll leave them all behind forever with them having no clue what happened. I can't let that happen.

Though I'm putting myself at risk today.

I have a large project involving very high heights.

I hope I don't fall... I better not jinx it either. Won't be fun if I did. I don't know what 'it' will do to me if I do die.

I'm recording this in the book and reapting it in every page incase any page is lost. This has purpose. It's incase something happens to my memories. Death might want me to forget my friends and only know it. It terrifies me and I hope it wont but if it does, please show me this book. It might help me.

I dont want to forget you my friends. Nor do I want you to forget me. Please take this if you find it because this is my final record on my life.

Love you guys.

-Scar

Ps- if you can't save me or kill me then... goodbye my friends...

Putting the book on the counter I left my room and went to complete the project.

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3rd person POV:

Scar had indeed jinxed himself as he was hanging there off the edge of his build, tears dripping onto the floor below him. It was at least 50 blocks down. A certain death. He was scared and crying as he pulled out his communicator. He typed in "need help! About la poot! Uoml batk am! Qtiozi!" The message was scrambled and unclear when he sent it.

The others were confused. All but Ren who went into full panic mode hastily grabbing his elytra and soaring into the air. Cub to, who was much closer, strapped on an elytra flying to where Scar said he was working and Cub saw him on the overhang. He landed on Scars level. Rushing to the ledge he saw Scar just a few blocks under the overhang on a seperated teir, elytra battered and torn. Tears stainging him handicapping his vision.

"Scar! You ok there buddy?!" He called concerned. Scar looked up. Cub! Thank goodness.

"Please Help Cub I cant die! Please! Don't let it take me!" At the last part, Cub was confused. He reached a hand down but could not get to him. Instead he pulled out a lead. He lowered it down to Scar to hold on to.