Someone was watching the hermits wake up. Someone quiet. Someone hidden. He lurked in the shadows of the room, seeing as they all woke up.
Iskall.
Then Cleo.
Then Xisuma.
And so on.
They all looked at each other once they were awake.
"Guys, where's Grian?", Stress asked, last awake, and afraid of the answer. The hermits looked around. Then all panicked, rushing around in fear.
"What if they control his brain like how Taurtis described?", Ren asked. The Suspender Squad hung out a lot.
"Or put him behind bars?", Mumbo suggested. He adjusted his tie. Everyone shivered at the thought of fighting Grian, or the watchers, solo.
"I hope none of you press that button," Doc muttered.
Shuffle shuffle.
The hermits turned in all different directions.
Ding!
A note block.
"Who's there?!" Iskall yelled. He went to grab his sword. But grabbed... Air? He looked down at his scabbard and saw it was empty. Everyone's scabbards were empty. So was their tool belt and pockets. They relied on they're fists.
Ding... Ding... Ding...
"That note block is somewhere back here," Tango said, rummaging through the mess in the back.
Xisuma checked his pocket for his communicator. If he could teleport back to the home screen-
"It's gone," he muttered. "You guys have your communicators?"
They all shook their heads.
"It's hopeless."
"We're trapped here forever."
"No way to escape.."
They sat in silence, afraid. Someone was there, keeping watch on them but...
Boom.
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