Crossover - A Hermitcraft/ Creepypasta Fanfiction (On Hiatus)

Chapter One

(Hey there, it's Aaron! I've just come to say that I'll be revising the earlier chapters of Crossover in between working on the new ones, and creating the chapter of my new book [that I'm considering just making into a one-shot instead]. If you have any suggestions or know of a spot that's been bugging you in one of these chapters, let me know! It not only will help me make this book better for you guys, but will also make sure that there is less annoying stuff that you might read. Thanks, and good day/ afternoon/ night!)

-Grian POV, 1st-

Today was a weird day and that I knew for certain. Earlier, my friend Ben had spoken to me for the first time in a few months and it intrigued me, though I would never tell Ben that. The reason for him doing that, however, was because my best friend Mumbo had gone missing. I guess I was so stressed that I called upon him without my own knowledge. At least, that's what I think. I don't really know how it works. Anyways... I could remember thinking that it was off when I visited Mumbo's base. I had been going to ask him for help with a redstone project but he wasn't there. Something about the eariness of the base without him wasn't right. "I want to make sure he hasn't gone and gotten himself hurt, you know?" I had said when Ben appeared, answering a prior query of his. Ben stayed himself with the idea. He was not very taken with it.

"Thank you. Now help me search." "Fine. Let's look for him at that coder guys' base." "You mean Xisuma?" "Yeah, sure, whatever, let's just ask him if he's seen Bumbo or whatever his name is. From what you said he's an admin and admins are very intuitive as well as on top of things (unlike you). Maybe he'll know more about where your friend is." I sighed, ignoring his slight jab at my unorganized nature. "I guess that's a good idea. Let's go for it."

I took off towards Xisuma's base, peaking inside. Xisuma himself wasn't there; Mumbo was. It was slightly weird but not necessarily bad. We did go and "tour" each other's bases sometimes. Maybe he was doing that. "Mumbo, there you are! I've been looking for you all day!" I said jovially. He jumped at the sound of my voice and took out his Redstone gun (a small contraption that was basically a hot glue gun except it was much more dangerous for kids and button-pressing blondes) before realizing it was me. "Oh, hey Grian, what're you doing here, and— why is your eye red?!" Mumbo had ended up shouting by the end of his sentence, having spotted the unordinary crimson color that signified Ben's half of control over my body. "I wear contacts normally, but I lost them." I lied, hoping he would believe me.

"Why didn't you tell me before now, then?" Oh shoot, I think he suspects something's up— time to play the guilt card. "I didn't want you to think I was weird." I said, the amount of lies I was producing by now being enough to feed a ravished snake. "I would never think of you as weird and I want you to know that." Now I'm the one that feels guilty— "Anyways though- what're you doing?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Umm- nothing, nothing at all!" Oh how the tables have turned. "Let me see the computer, Mumbo. I know you're lying."

"I'm lying?! You're the one who tried telling me you wear contacts!" Oh damn, now we're both royally screwed— "I think you should just let me take over, he's only going to keep lying to you." "Shut up..." I thought, although Ben (who had spoken prior) had somewhat succeeded in bringing out my anger. It was a thing Ben knew how to do fairly well. Inhabiting the same vessel made it so much harder not to get mad at the other in control too, because you would only really be getting mad at yourself. "Aww, are you angry~" "I said shut UP, Ben!" Oh no, why did I do that?! Now he's going to be in control— "So, Mumbo, what are you doing?" I heard my voice ask. I cursed myself for letting myself get angry so fast. When he did this, I was in his shoes. Unheard, except for in his mind. That was how we communicated. I would make him more sane when he was in control, trying to soothe his more murderous tendencies, and he would make me less sane when I was in control, trying to convince me to murder everything and everyone. It was a cycle, each of us evening it out.

Anyways, enough of my ranting, and back to whatever they're talking about. "-I can help you with the code, but you need to let me on your computer." I heard Ben say. What had he and Mumbo agreed on while I wasn't listening? "Fine. But how are you going to fix the problem, anyways? Aren't you normally the one needing help with these things?" Mumbo questioned me— us?—, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me, Mumbo. I know coding pretty well, I just don't show it." "Go ahead and show me your 'hidden skills' then." Mumbo said with a scoff, as if mostly expecting me— Ben— us to fail. I felt myself walk over to the computer, sit down, and place my hands on either side of the console. "What are you-" Mumbo's voice cut off as we were sucked into the computer, splitting into our different selves; our different bodies.

I stretched my legs as my sanity readjusted to its normal "I'm held together by a thread and the spindle's pulling" level. This wasn't even the weirdest thing about our situation, honestly. I would gladly take it. Especially if I could be in my own body without another conscience prancing around inside my brain. "Oh, how good it feels to be separate again!" Ben said, stretching his lanky legs, and tapping a wall of code. "There's a firewall we'll have to deal with, and then a code rip (aka the big problem), nothing major." I stared at him. The what? "What's a code rip?" I asked. He sighed. "A code rip is basically a glitch in a system. They're annoying if they're not dealt with immediately." "What are we supposed to be doing, anyway? after my anger took control, and you got dominance, I zoned out of your and Mumbo's conversation."

He sighed, muttering something about me having a short-term attention span. "Basically, Mumbo told me what he was doing. He doesn't know I'm apart of you quite yet, rest assured, but I think he suspects something is off. Also, I think he has the same situation going on, like we do." I stared at him in shock for a minute, before what he said started to sink in.

"Like what- what's going on... with us...?" I asked, not having fully processed what he had said yet. "Yeah, but I'll have to find proof first." "That's huge news, Ben!" "Why exactly?" "Because someone else knows what we're going through, duh! But what if he can't control whoever he's a part of?" Ben laughed before responding. "Then props to whoever he's stuck with." "That's not funny, you know!" Ben just chuckled. "Yeah, sure, whatever. I got through the firewall, you cranky Brit. All we have left is the code rip, and then we're out of here." "My voice code isn't re-re-re-responding, I'll h-h-have to ch-ch-check my s-s-system." I said, as my voice started glitching.

This was not good. The last time this happened, it lasted a week, and it was not fun. I was speaking in wubby dubby and he had to take over a lot. "Are you sure?" "Etiam, ego sum certus."(Yes, I am sure.) "Oh my god, not again. I still don't know what language that is, and your voice code is literally impossible to hack into." I sighed, annoyed. "Magna, Im 'adhæsit in codice modus. Iterum."(Great, I'm stuck on code mode. Again.) "Whatever you just said, yes." "Latine, Latina est." (Latin, it's Latin.) "Latin? You're sure it's Latin?" I nodded. "Ok, I'll put it into the translator, and see if it works." He said, inputting a chain of letters into his tablet. "I think I did it right, but just to be sure, say something in Latin,"

"Aliquid." I said, and he laughed. "Don't literally say the word something." He covered his mouth, before realizing that he had understood what I had said, and that it had worked. He fistpumped the air, presumably happy that it had been the right language, and that he could fix the code rip without further distraction. "Why is your communicator thingy blowing up with messages?" He asked, and I looked down to see that there was about 100 notifications, all from the main chat. "Nescio, noli me repehendo .."(I don't know, let me check..) "Ok, you do that."

The majority of the messages were saying things like, "Who the hell is speaking in an alien version of Text to Speak?!" And, "What just happened?" Thank the Jesus Holy Hermits I could still text in English. "That was me, it's just a glitch, nothing major," I sent, and immediately, my communicator started going off again like a nuclear bomb. Ben was deep in his work so I silenced my communicator, staring over Ben's shoulder in shock. There was a figure, tall and intimidating. It opened it's mouth, voice cracked and gravely.

"Look over your shoulder, dummy."