The Lion Sleeps Tonight - A Hermitcraft Fanfic

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Entry number seven.

I FOUND YOUR JOURNAL, BDUBS!

Okay, I'm done gloating. I suppose I should update this for you. We've found and identified lots of interesting plants that could be useful against our enemies. Imagine the arsenal of weapons we could build!

But you're right, BDubs. There's something wrong. It doesn't seem to have affected you, but it's got me tight in its grasp. I... I don't know what it is, but lately I've just been feeling so angry. I suppose we should be glad I found this journal in a lucid moment, eh?

Long live the nHo,
Ethoslab

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Three hours in, and Doc and Scar were thoroughly lost in the jungle. Scar had calmed down from the initial apprehension, but Doc had almost gotten more nervous. They were currently taking a break, relaxing in a clearing. Well, Scar was relaxing. Doc was pacing around the perimeter, eyeing all of the trees with suspicion. Scar pulled out a couple of golden carrots, and offered one to Doc. Doc refused it, on the grounds of needing to conserve their supplies.

After a couple of minutes, they continued their jungle exploration. They'd lost the creature's trail some time ago, and were trying to find it again. This was an entirely fruitless endeavour, however, seeing how thick the undergrowth was and how many other large creatures there were to leave trails on what little exposed ground there was available.

The two Area 77 officials wandered into a grove of flowers when Scar spotted a trail that resembled that of his pet. Scar picked his way over to the footprints, careful not to touch any of the flowers in case they were dangerous. But, careful as he was, he couldn't stop his leg brushing against one. He froze in place, not daring to move a muscle-

"HA-ha-ha-haaa!"

Oh. That's all that the flowers did. Just laughed a little. They just laughed a laugh that sounded eerily like Iskall's laugh. It sent a shiver down Scar's spine, but it wasn't even the worst thing that he'd seen today. He finished weaving his way through the field, kneeling down beside the footprints.

He looked at them for a moment, then turned and nodded to Doc. Doc tried to pick his way through the flowers, but set one off by accident. It startled him so much that he stumbled back, bumping into another one. And so the cycle repeated, until the air was full of Iskall's laugh. Doc covered his ears, eye watering.

Scar quickly covered his ears with his hat, and dragged Doc out of the field as quickly as he could. As the laughter died out, Doc collapsed, shaken to his very core. Scar couldn't have gotten Doc to stand even if he'd tried. Instead, Scar just sat down beside Doc, offering any moral support if Doc needed it.

They sat there like that for a couple minutes, until Doc's soft hyperventilation returned to normal, and Doc collected himself as much as possible. Scar stood up, giving Doc a hand to get back to his own feet. Doc looked at the field of flowers with a horrified little shiver.

"How do you think it got Iskall's laugh?" He asked, trying to make light of the situation.

"I don't know, or want to." Scar replied.

The two set off into the jungle again after that, following the trail wordlessly, trying not to lose it, hoping that nobody would get hurt, and that nothing would be destroyed. This jungle was definitely not a normal biome, and both of them knew it all too well.

Ah yes, the Laughter Flower. It copies the laugh of the last voice it heard, even if the voice was, say, desperately calling for help instead of laughing.

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