Hermitcraft Oneshots

Time Machine II Scarian

This is from a plot generator btw

Grian was very proud of his time machine. The whole server knew that. It was very evident; anytime someone had a problem, using it was the first thing Grian suggested. When he was questioned deeper about how his invention would help Stress and Iskall's relationship problem, or an enormous  lag on the server, or whatever was going on that day, Grian would just sort of shrug and fly away. It was funny the first few times, but quickly got old, and the hermits grew annoyed. All of them except Scar.

Scar didn't really care what Grian was excited about, but the way his eyes lit up and his smile grew every time he mentioned something he was proud of, Scar's heart would beat a little faster. He knew it was just because Grian and him were good friends. Everyone loved to see their friends happy. That's what he told himself at least.

So when Grian suggested the machine as the answer to Scar's issue with his crops not growing properly, Scar agreed, despite the eye rolls of the more blunt members of the group. So now him and Grian were discussing the logistics of the plan.

"Have to admit, I've never gotten this far in using the time machine as an actual helpful thing," Grian said, scratching the back of his neck like he did when he was thinking. Scar wasn't sure if Grian knew he did this, but Scar had observed that habit enough to be aware of its cause.

"Well, how does this time machine work exactly? Are there any rules?" Scar asked, poring over the possible solutions in his head. 

"Well, it's a fixed time stream. So everything we do in the future will affect us once we're living that future. And what we see in the future can lead us to do something in our present that would lead to the future we were already in." Grian explained, tripping over his words a bit because he barely understood it himself.

"So like, if future me hits current me with a rock, then I would get hurt, and be more paranoid about people trying to hurt me. And then when current me is in the future, and they hear something, that something being past me, they get scared and throw the rock in defense, before they- I mean I, can get hurt," Scar asked.

"Sure," Grian agreed. He had no idea what Scar had said, but it sounded right, and his friend was pretty smart.

After about three more minutes of throwing around bad ideas, Grian's attention span was running out.

"How about we just go into the future, ask future you how you fixed it, and jump back?" He suggested, fully expecting Scar to reject the notion.

"Perfect!" Scar exclaimed. "Grian, you're a genius!" The brunette hugged the smaller hermit, causing Grian's face to go red, but Scar didn't notice. 

"Okay then," Grian mumbled, still blushing. "I'll go set up the machine." 

And that he did, tinkering away until it got set up. He forgot the brief time limit between the time it was ready and the time the transportation was actually going to happen. "Scar!" Grian yelled, "Hurry!" 

Just as the process began, the other hermit jumped in, narrowly missing the time slot.

"Are you okay!?" Grian asked, worried, as he checked for any signs of pain or discomfort from Scar. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, Gri," Scar said, trying to hold in a laugh from the other hermit's worried expression.

"Well, sorry for caring," Grian huffed, suddenly self conscious for being laughed at. 

"Thanks for checking though," Scar replied, smiling at the pouting man. 

"No problem," Grian grinned back, and the cheerful mood was reinstated.