Hermitcraft Stories

The Pen or The Sword

"Who are you?"

The fake Xisuma was clearly not expecting this. "I'm Xisuma of course."

Joe did not buy this for a second. "Cut the crap. Who are you and what did you do with Xisuma?" He would usually be a bit more kind and poetic with his words, but he messed with his friends.

Some thing in Impostor X switched. "What gave me away?"

"A lot of little details most would miss. Your attitude, the suit, your treatment of Silver, even your body language. Too many things about you were off."

From what Joe could see through the red visor, X was stunned. "Then why didn't you tell Mumbo?"

Seriousness gripped his voice. "I didn't want him to get hurt."

X let out a mocking laugh. "What, do you think you can hurt me? ALONE?"

"I can, and I will. Tell me where Xisuma is." Joe pulled out his sword.

"Careful with that. You might hurt your self," X taunted, pulling out his own sword.

Joe's grip hardened. "They say the pen is mightier than the sword, but you see..." he swung his sword, gleaming in the light. "I am a master of both."

"We'll see."

----TIME SKIIIIP---- (I debated ending the chapter right here, but the chapter seemed so short)

Xisuma was beginning to drift off to sleep when Evil X came back. The cell door slamming open jerked him awake. "Wha.." he said blearily.

"Looks like one of your little friends found out." Evil X threw a wrapped up Hermit into the cell. Their glasses fell off their face.

Sitting right there was none other than Joe Hills. He was tied up and duck tape covered his mouth. His face was bruised and he had a nasty cut on his right arm.

"What did you do to him?" worry bubbled in X. He struggled to get over to Joe, but the chains were holding him back.

"I did what I need to." Turning his attention over to Evil X he realized that he showed signs of a battle. His heavy armor was littered with scratches, new since he had seen it last.

Despite the situation, Xisuma chuckled. "You are sure lucky that you had that armor. Joe would have kicked your butt."

Evil X responded by kicking Joe, who let out a muffled grunt. "Oh really, he's not so tough now, is he? Don't forget that it's not just you that I can hurt here any more."

X grew ever so conscious of the dagger still in his shoulder. "Don't you dare."

"Threats didn't work so well last time, and now that I have another way of hurting you, there is less that you can do to stop me."

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Protective dad Joe is what I live for. Writer's block is coming back, but I am fighting. I will not let it win (hopefully). What do you guys want to see next?

Thank you all so much for reading! You all are so amazing!

Love ya

-J