Forgotten monsters (Hermitcraft and Evo Fanfic)

Ch 15

There was a moment of shock. The watcher turned to look at other, now revealed to be Xamphe. 

'ℸ ̣ ∷ᔑ╎ℸ ̣ 𝙹∷! ╎ ꖌリᒷ∴ ||𝙹⚍ ∴𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ʖᒷℸ ̣ ∷ᔑ|| ᒲᒷ!'' they snarled. A black sword appeared in their hand. Xamphe stepped back as it was raised to strike. 

'NOT MY BROTHER, YOU MONSTER!' Xisuma roared as he leapt at the watcher. His netherite sword swung, slicing the masked creature's face. Black blood oozed out, tar like and viscous. The watcher hissed with fury. 

'||𝙹⚍'ꖎꖎ ∷ᒷ⊣∷ᒷℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣.'

'You'll regret ever coming here.' The admin replied with a cool fury. 'Now, go away and let us live peacefully.'

'And you're not even speaking our language any more... what a shame... It appears the little strider-admin is too ashamed to speak his native language...' The watcher pouted. 

'Stop your stupid god-act and LEAVE!'

'Hey! X! Maybe you should chill?' Xamphe called. Xisuma ignored his brother. 

'Silence, Traitor!' The watcher hissed, turning around, raising his sword again. Xamphe drew a sword of his own, prepared to fight. 

'I'll kill you, traitor. In front of all these mortals. In front of your precious brother.' 

'Really? Do you remember who taught me to fight? Oh yeah, it was you.'

'I've been a watcher way longer than you. I'm the leader of the watchers. If you try and stop me, you'll be killed instantly.'

'I didn't know that 'gods' had leaders. In that case, I'll happily give you the privilege of killing me.' Xamphe sheathed his sword again and bowed the fakest bow ever. The watcher growled with anger. 

'I mean, as long as my aforementioned brother, being smart as he normally is, doesn't kill you first.'

There was silence, long enough for X to stab the watcher in the stomach. They dissipated in a cloud of purple smoke, leaving the hermits alone. 

'Well, that was successful!' 

'You have NO right to speak, Xamphe! Xisuma growled, 'And please remove that stupid watcher mask. It really doesn't suit you.' 

'Didn't know you would be the one giving me fashion advice. Jeez!'

'I mean... he's right there... Purple, green and grey look horrible together on anyone except yourself.' Etho pointed out. 

'I didn't choose the colours...'

'You always wore them together when we were young...'

'Right! Xamphe! Take off that mask right NOW.'

'You know I won't be able to breathe! I don't have any form of breathing device on under this!' 

'Then don't waste any breath and go to my base!'

Xamphe flew obediently off. X glared at him, even after he was out of sight. 

'Xisuma, you need rest.' Etho murmured. 'You lost a lot of blood, and have been awake since you became conscious.' he walked over to his seething friend, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder. X shrugged it away. 

'╎ ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣ リᒷᒷ↸ ᔑリ|| ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡...' He muttered back, clearly exhausted. 

'Xisuma... Please...'

'I'm fine!' 

'Shashwammy... you're really tired. Just return to your base and sleep for a bit...' Keralis joined in. 

'As mayor, I order you to...'

'Stop patronising me! I'm not some little kid that needs protecting all the time!' The admin snapped. 'I can do what I want! Just... go away!'

Xisuma flew off towards his base, leaving the other Hermits alone. Almost everyone was focusing on the admin's departure, except Mumbo, who was looking at Grian. 

'Hey... are you alright?' The tall Englishman asked awkwardly. 

'I remember...' Was all Grian replied. 'I remember running. Down a dark corridor... I was being chased. I made a portal, I think... I think it lead here, because the next thing I remember is when I first arrived in Hermitcraft...' 

'Anything else?' 

'The watchers... I remember them... They were something to do with Evo...' 

'Tell someone if you remember anything else.' Mumbo urged. 'This is important...' 

'But we know what's been haunting us now... It's the Watchers...' 

'And the more we know about them, the better it is for all of us.' 

'I suppose so... I just sometimes remember stuff.'

'Like the tortoise?' Mumbo joked. 

Grian looked angry for a second, then upset. 

'Don't joke about the tortoise... I feel like it's really important... And serious... and...' Grian started crying, and Mumbo hugged him comfortingly. 

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing... there's nothing to be upset about... But somehow I feel like someone's died. Someone I loved. A best friend... And I can't even remember who they were...' 

'What about Tango or Impulse. Is it either of them?' 

'No! I knew this person better than I knew either of them.'

'And they're somehow connected to a tortoise?' Mumbo sounded dubious. 

'Yes!'

'Hmm... I'll take your word for it...' 

'You don't believe me do you?!' Grian stepped back. 

'I'm sorry! It just doesn't exactly seem very realistic, does it?' 

'What doesn't?' Scar asked, interested. 

'Grian's getting upset about a tortoise, claiming it's some dead friend.' Mumbo replied disdainfully. 

'I can't believe you, Mumbo! I thought you would care!' 

'Don't be angry! Please! I don't like arguments!' 

'I wouldn't, if this thoughtless idiot had more respect!' Grian snarled back. 

'Mumbo's trying his best, G.'

'He's just in insensitive piece of sh...'

'Grian! Don't swear!' Scar scolded. 

'I'll decide if I can effing swear or not! Especially if Taurtis's death is being treated like a joke!'

'Taurtis?' Mumbo looked confused. 'I remember a Taurtis! Wait... did he die?' 

'I DON'T KNOW! I CAN'T REMEMBER! THAT'S WHY I'M UPSET!' 

'But... you said his name...' Scar pointed out gingerly. 

'WELL MAYBE THIS DEAD FRIEND IS CALLED TAURTIS! MAYBE I JUST PULLED THE NAME OUT OF MIDAIR! BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT BOTH OF YOU ARE UNCARING, STUPID, DISRESPECTFUL MONSTERS!'

Grian flew away as fast as he could, not towards his own base, but Xisuma's. 

'Where's he going?' Scar asked, hiding the pain at the builder's words. 

'I think... I think he's going to try and kill himself again...'

'Are you going to stop him?'

'No.'