•Threat of the South• [TOTS]

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Welcome to...

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There is no escape.

Would you like to continue on?

[ yes ]

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Outstanding! Enjoy your leftover time here.

We will pick you up shortly, along with the other players.

Stress was looking outside of her thin window. She just finished talking with Mumbo Jumbo, the redstone maniac. He had seemed to have some sort of dream. This was her fourth patient.

Mumbo explained the dream with small detail, seemingly close to the one she had the night before, so was the other three Hermits' dreams. She placed her index finger on her chin, thinking, as she admired the work of her base.

The dream had Galactic on it. She recognized the characters on an Enchantment Table, but she could never decipher the wordings. The Hermits she had already met where Ren, False, Mumbo, and Joe. So, as clearly as the message in the dream said, this "game" had other players.

Knock-knock!

She got up from where she was sitting, and took one last look at the world around her. Then she went towards her door.

Opening it, she saw a familiar face. They had a red sweatshirt, with sleeves too big for his arms. It was Grian.

"Oh! Hello, Grian," Stress waved, with a tired smile.

"Hi. Um. Mumbo said that I should come here with the thing I'm about to tell you," the boy said with haste, "Can I come in?"

Stress nodded, and moved out of the way, letting the smaller Hermit walk inside. He admired the decor from the inside, then followed the girl to a farther room.

There was a desk, and two wooden chairs, set up in some type of interrogation format. Grian took the chair in front of the desk, while Stress sat down in the bigger chair, behind the desk. She placed her hands on the table.

"So tell me, hon, what was it that you wanted to tell me?"

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After asking the same four questions she asked the other Hermits that came over, she followed Grian to the door. Once he said his goodbye and left, Stress slipped on her elytra and pushed herself up with the rockets in her hand. After going a substantial height, she flew towards the jungle biome. Once she located it, Stress landed on a tree.

She sat down, adjusted her flowers, and took a moment to think. This game was taking random players from Hermitcraft, and putting them into some type of simulation they know nothing about.

But, it was a good thing she also experienced the dream. Because in order to help them, she was going to need a whole lot of first aide kits.