Crossover - A Hermitcraft/ Creepypasta Fanfiction (On Hiatus)

Chapter Twelve

-Iskall's POV, 1st-

I stood in a small room, which EX had deemed 'suitable' for me to stay in. They were trying to figure out what had caused my small 'outburst' the other day. "Where's Mumbo, Doc?" EX's soft, British voice asked, sounding weary, and tired. "Last I knew, he was with you..." Doc's rough, German voice responded. "Well, he disappeared, and I don't know where he went, because he didn't even leave a note!" Doc sighed. "He'll be back in no time, I'm sure of it." Doc reassured him.

"What if Iskall had something to do with it?" EX asked, suspicion coating his voice. It was obvious that, as a previous bad guy, and someone who had been tricked many times before, he didn't seem to trust anyone all that much, and for good reason. If you just met somebody, and you started getting all 'close' with them, and then they suddenly nearly murder your friend, you probably wouldn't trust them either. "We shouldn't rule out the possibility, for sure," Doc answered thoughtfully. "Yeah, let's just ask him," "no, wait-"

It was too late for Doc's strong, yet feeble, warnings, as they entered the room, EX walking straight up to where I sat, and shining a bright light in my eyes, like an interrogator. "So, Iskall... What do you know about Mumbo's disappearance?" I shook my head, before coming up with my answer. "I don't. Last I heard of him, he was saying that I might not be safe to see Grian yet," Doc and EX exited the room, talking in hushed voices outside of the room, before walking back in.

"You okay?" Doc asked, looking at me concernedly. "What? Oh, yeah... I just, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say, or do, and it's confusing, and-" Doc nodded in understanding. "You don't have to do anything, it's just... Strange not hearing you talk, because you're, like, the life of the party, most of the time," I had never thought about it, but I did tend to be fairly... Extroverted? Outgoing? I'm not really sure. "Are you calling me loud?" I asked, jokingly. "So what if I am?" Doc joked back. We both laughed quietly.

It goes without saying that laughter is sometimes the best friend you could ever have, or, in a situation like this, at least. EX walked into the room slowly behind Doc, making me jump. "So, Iskall, I realize that I was being kind of paranoid, and, um, I'm sorry..." He said. "It's fine, you were just being careful, don't worry about it," "yeah, but-" "shush, it's in the past. Now get your butt over hear, before one of us has to drag you!" He laughed, walking over, and sitting down. This time, he wasn't shining a light in my eyes. It was nice.

-Lako's POV, 1st-

"It's been a long time, DS, how are you?" I asked Doctor Smiley, whom I had nicknamed DS when I had first met him. It was much simpler. "I'm doing quite fine, thank you. It's great to see you again, how long has it been, 20 years?" I shook my head. "It's been 24, last I counted, but then again, I could be wrong," I answered uncertainly. "I know how to determine the answer, wait just one minute, please," "wha-" "Mumbo, how old are you?" DS yelled down the mine. "Twenty-four, why?" Was the echoey reply that returned. "Thanks, no reason! Okay, so, it's been 24 years, then." That's one way to do it.

"Well, either splendor, it's almost luncheon time, old friend," DS said, interrupting my thoughts. "How do you even know that, you just got here!" I said in confusion. If he was so bad with time, how could he track it so easily? This was a question to tempt fate, surely, but an answer would no sooner suffice than any other solution. "Well, where I come from, we have watches, which tell the time, and right now, mine's suggesting that it is indeed high noon, but to be exact, 1:12 PM," I nodded. "Are there more inventions like this?" I asked in wonder. He nodded. "Many things, such as phones, clocks, Redstone machines, pretty much any and everything you can imagine!"

I stared in shock and wonder. "I wish I could be alive for it..." I said sadly, meaning every word. It sounded very fun where he came from. "Well, there may be a way... Mumbo, get up here!" He said, yelling down the cave for the mustached man from earlier, or his supposed 'host'. "I'm coming, just give me a minute, Jesus!" He yelled back, and breaking sounds could be heard as he reappeared a moment later, carrying most of his haul in a backpack adorning him. I could've sworn that didn't have that earlier earlier... "So, what are we doing?" Mumbo asked. "Well, I think that there is a way for us to get back, and take Lako with us-"

"Wait, really?!" I interrupted in shock. "Yes, you silly ass, it just requires a little bit of magic," He responded in slight annoyance. "What's with the foul language?" Mumbo asked, obviously referring to DS' use of the word 'ass', probably thinking it foul language, as travelers often did. "Right, you wouldn't know... Well, Mumbo, your time and this time are much differing, such as the use of the phrase that you are referencing. Well, here, I give you a second chance, a ploy. It is a quite simple term, often used to describe someone's behavior as not well thought through." DS said, turning towards me.

"Sounds offensive..." Mumbo muttered, and DS rounded on him. "Listen here, mortal, unless you know what's good for you, you'll still yourself with this backtalk!" DS said, his eyes flashing with a raging fire, and his patience thinning. "I'm just stating my opinion, jeez..." Mumbo muttered, but it was clear that whatever was getting DS so riled up wasn't going to listen to reason. I had never seen him so angry. What was going to happen?