The Lion Sleeps Tonight - A Hermitcraft Fanfic

Accidents

Entry number fifteen.

Beef knows about the vines. He's promised to keep them secret, but how long will that really last? I could tell from the look on his face that he was scared of me, scared that I was becoming just like the Jungle that has hurt all of

Sorry to interrupt you there, BDubs, but I swear I'm not. If anything, I'm scared for you. I'm scared for everything that the Jungle is doing to you, because it makes everything that has happened to the rest of us look kinda tame. If there's anything I can do to help you with it, just tell me.

But please, BDubs. We're the nHo. We gotta stick together. Don't suffer alone.

Long live the nHo,

VintageBeef.

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"So, this is where Iskall and Tomato Yoshi are, then?" Ren asked, looking at the Jungle with a hesitant tremble in his voice. The trees reached so high they could probably easily beat out Scara for height, and the shadows beneath them looked less than invinting. He swallowed nervously.

"Well..."  Cub pointed at the magic line that had led them here so far. As if on cue, it fizzled, sparked, and vanished. This cause Cub to wince, but when Ren pressed him on it, he dismissed it as a routine risk.

"How convenient. The thing that is helping us vanishes the moment the real stuff begins." Ren sighed. "It's almost like the universe is out to get us." He then shut up, because he realised he was getting dangerously close to the fourth wall, even for a YouTuber.

Time skskskskskskskskip

Cub and Ren were running, very quickly, in a direction which could be best described as either "away" or, if that failed, loud, incomprehensible screaming. When asked in the future, neither would ever say anything about the experience that had caused this panicked flight, only that running away was the only thing anyone sane would do in that situation.

Eventually, the two got far enough away to pause for breath. Cub turned, and noticed a trail of blood following them. After checking himself over for injuries, he turned to Ren, and saw the other cradling his arm, which had a nasty gash on it.

"What happened?" Cub asked, quickly checking his inventory for a healing potion, but he was clean out.

"It got me. I'd've healed it, but I'm out of healing." Ren answered.

"We've been hit that hard, huh?" Cub realised.

"Yep."

Cub paused for a moment, then came up with a temporary solution. He removed the scarf that Grian had given him as part of the Sherlock getup, and carefully wrapped it around the wound to stem the bleeding, at least for now. They'd need to get their hands on more healing potions soon, somehow.

"We've gotten ourselves into quite the situation, huh?"

"Wow. You really are Cubfan Holmes." Ren snarked, deadpan.

Before anybody asks what Ren and Cub came across, I'm not saying. That's the joke. No amount of pleading, sweet-talking or otherwise will even get me to produce a spoiler-plugged answer. So don't bother.

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