The Lion Sleeps Tonight - A Hermitcraft Fanfic

Kidnapped

Entry number five.

We've now secured a sizeable amount of land within this Jungle, and are working out the neighbouring mesa. Construction has begun on our base of operations, and it's going great.

I'm kinda worried about the others, though. Something seems slightly off with the way they're all acting, like they all have much shorter tempers than usual. They've been snappy, and arguing with each other a lot. I hope I'm not acting like that myself. Infighting is not good for a mighty empire like us.

As for the itches? I don't think those are mosquito bites. Not when they're swelling green like that. I don't know what they are. And, to be perfectly honest, I'm kinda afraid.

Long live the nHo
BDoubleO100

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Tomato Yoshi sat with his feet in the lake, cooling off after a long day. He and Ren were going to meet up again soon, share what they learned and what had happened to them. Tomato Yoshi stretched, and looked at the portal on the horizon. Ren wasn't there yet. Maybe he'd been a little held up.

He suddenly heard a rustling in the bushes. Curious, he went to take a look. A baby ocelot was all tangled up in the branches. Tomato Yoshi carefully extracted it from the bushes, and set it down. It curled up against his leg, purring.

"Remember, young one. The path of true wisdom is open to all, even to cats like you."

He stood up, and felt something curl around his ankle. He looked down, and saw a thin vine. He bent down to tell it about something deep and enlightening when it suddenly tightened. It quickly pulled him down, and the ground magically swallowed him. He didn't have time to make a noise, but the baby ocelot sure did. And it screamed.

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

Iskall winked at the ConCorp drone they knew was watching them as they casually strolled into the shopping district, diamonds rattling in their pocket. Sure, they wanted Richskall back, but they really needed logs and Ren really needed diamonds. It was perfectly fair and, in fact, charitable of them. They walked over to big logs incorporated, not bothered with how long they'd take.

They went over to the oak wood chest, took out some logs, and paid for them: an act which would have been taboo to do for Ren in Season 4. Iskall chuckled to themself. Ah, how times change. They felt bad for some of the things they'd said in the later half of the trial. They'd probably upset Ren for real.

They shrugged their thoughts away, and went to go check on Sahara stock. They swore they could've felt the trees looking at them ominously as they walked past. Probably just their imagination. Still, they were glad to be away from vegetation when they entered the Sahara building, spine aching from all the shivers sent down it.

Iskall checked the stock: still plenty. They went upstairs to enjoy the fresh air. They never appreciated the courtyard area Grian had made, with the fountain, enough. They stood around, loitering, as the wind tousled their hair. They sighed, and went to get back to work, adjusting their tie. It still existed, albeit invisible, despite the skin shenanigainry, somehow.

They laughed loudly as they stepped into the bubble column. They went into the Sahara mechanism to pick up the profits. Before they could claim them, though, they felt their communicator buzz. They pulled it out to check it, but were distracted by something around their ankle. They looked down to see a small green vine. It suddenly tightened, and magically pulled them into the ground. Nobody was there to hear them scream.

Oopsie-daisy!

BTW, the upload schedule for this is Monday/Wednesday/Friday, because I only have one other active project.

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!