It was a rather odd sight for Biffa. His memory seemed to fail at the mere thought of attempting to recall the events of the past month. There were people, yes; at times, he was even able to recall their names. But it was a blur. At least; it was. Now, everything seemed so... bright. He could remember everything. But... at the same time, he didn't. That is to say, he knew what had happened, but he didn't remember it happening. Nobody was there. But he knew there were people on this island.
He knew X very well; he had come to this god-forsaken place with him, but X had still managed to change his suit. Biffa made a mental note, that for the next time, he would bring an extra change of clothes. There were others, some that he believed he had insulted in his state of being punch-drunk. He didn't remember names; only the ones that he had made up. The bloke with the pocket watch was referred to as Hypnotizt, though he had insisted that "Hypnotist, spelled with a 'z'" wasn't his name. The pale Frenchman was the Man With No Voice, which he called him for some reason. That one pilot that they found was called Static, seeing as he couldn't get a signal out of his radio. The American aboard the half plane they now used as a hospital was Red-Eyes, simply for his trait of having unnaturally bloodshot eyes. And the old man who X and No-Voice had found in a bush had referred to himself as "'B... Just plain ol' generic 'B!'" He (B) seemed more crazy than Biffa at the time.
Biffa was lying on a bed that they made out of the benches of the plane. But, he wasn't mumbling to himself like a maniac. He was just... looking around. This wasn't usual. He looked confused, as though he didn't know where he was. He didn't seem to notice Hypno, standing at the entrance to the medical shelter. According to Kiershar, Biffa may have gone into long term shock, and could very well die on the island. But then again, Kiershar wasn't a doctor, he was a biologist who studied some sort of algae, so what he said might not really happen. But then again..."
"Hey Hypnotist, are you coming in or going out," Biffa's voice called out, breaking the silence. Hypno gave a start at this comment. Hypno... Biffa came up with that, and... it was a terrible nickname, because it didn't mean anything... where did he come up with... "Well, what are you doing?"
"Well, I came in to tell you that we found... but... you can't be listening right now, you're crazy," Hypno replied.
"What? I'm not crazy, I just don't remember what I did for the past month... what have you found?"
"Two people who were missing from the plane; Keralis and Cpt. Thomas; we found them in the jungle," Hypno replied.
"Were they-"
"Yes, they were both still alive, and surviving fairly well."
"Sorry for anything I called you, I can't be held responsible for my actions. So...what'd I miss?"
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Origins in Realism (HermitCraft Fanfiction)
FanfictionAn idea I had to retell the HermitCraft story in a dramatic and realistic manner. Please note - I recognise that the Hermits are real people and I do not intend to make fun of any one. I do not associate myself with the HermitCraft server or communi...