Crossover - A Hermitcraft/ Creepypasta Fanfiction (On Hiatus)

Chapter Twenty-Three

-Grian's POV, 1st-

A bell rings merrily as the sound of a heavy door being open and shut comes to my ears. I can't see anything, sadly, but I can still make inferences! That being said... I don't know any places with both heavy doors and merry bells. Maybe I'm in a new shop? If that's the case, though, then why can't I see it? I blink. Still nothing, except the fact that I can now feel how heavy my eyelids are. I don't understand, what's going on? Suddenly, there's a voice disrupting my thoughts. "Why can't I see him?!" It asks, seemingly angry. It's a deep voice that I don't know, which confuses me more. A calm, higher pitched voice says, "He's severely injured, love... I know you care about him, but visitors could be a problem." The deep voice scoffs. They sound Swedish, while I'm not sure about the other's accent. I don't know either of them, that's for sure.

I try to move my arms, only to feel a stinging pain everywhere, instantly making me halt my movements. Someone else swishes past, what I assumed was their shoes clacking against a resounding floor. "I think he just... Moved." It said, deep and rough. I don't know this voice either, and my guesses are either German, or very strange Russian regarding their accent. "He did?! Oh, Doc, that's great news!" The high pitched voice exclaims. I shrink away from the voices that keep talking back and forth, feeling trapped all of a sudden. Nobody seems to notice as I begin to silently cry, unable to see anything still, not liking the darkness. The deep-ish Swedish voice speaks up. "Yo, guys, I think you upset him." My breathing hitches. I feel more trapped than before as machines beep, and the calm, high-pitched voice tells me I'll be fine. I shake my head weakly, attempting to block everything out. It doesn't work.

I feel a cold, thin thing- a needle, maybe?- press into my arm, numbing my senses. I meekly grab onto the fabric of the figure nearest me, causing them to flinch slightly. "What... Was that.?" I can hear my voice ask quietly. I feel a small shiver run up my spine, and arch it slightly out of habit. They respond. "Nothing you need to worry about." It's the deep male voice, the one whose accent is rough, and slightly addicting. I feel my face form a small smile, and my arm drops to my side again, whatever is left of my consciousness fading away.

-Iskall's POV, 1st-

I looked at Grian with a worried frown. He had been fine a minute ago, and now he was crying whilst Doc and Stress talked amongst themselves. I decided to speak up. "Yo, guys, I think you upset him." They looked at me, and then at him. Stress looked pitiful, and went beside him, telling him it would be okay, while Doc readied some sort of needle, a machine beeping in the corner as he did so. I wanted to go in and help, but Mumbo held me back with a sigh. "Come on, Iskall. We're doing him no good by worrying. Let's just leave Stress and Doc to it, they've got it covered, yeah?" I sighed, temper wanting to explode at being told what to do, but nodded, taking the hand he had offered me, and walking away with him, eyeing the room the whole way out of the building. When we reached the exit, I was very tempted to run all the way back to the room out of worry for my best friend (boyfriend), but I didn't.

It was then that I heard a small voice, telling me to stab something, anything, to let my suppressed anger take hold. I looked around for the voice in confusion. That hadn't sounded like Mumbo... And, come to think of it, why wasn't the mustached man himself bothered by the voice? Could he not hear it? That was odd... I shrugged, and shook my head slightly in response. It persisted, telling me that if I let my anger out, then I would feel better. That if I let my anger out, everything would end out better. I wanted to say no, but the idea was starting to grow on me. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let a little bit of my anger out... I thought, subconsciously letting the anger form inside, until it burst out, and I was pushed into what I could only describe as second gear. The backup breaks. The 'just in case' button.

I wondered what was happening, why I couldn't make anything happen. Was I saying something? If so, I couldn't hear it- God, it felt so weird. Faintly, I could make out what was being said. "...What the hell do you think you're doing?!" It sounded familiar... Mumbo! How had I even come close to forgetting his name? My own voice, though slightly more insane sounding responded. "I'm helping my host, I don't see what's so wrong with that." Mumbo's voice responded almost immediately, angry. "You just—-" What was that? It cut out- My face, I could feel it smirking. "Indeed I did." The conversation continued inaudibly, and I could almost feel the argument by the way I was frowning (which I, again, could somehow feel?) There was a part of me that knew exactly what was happening, and that wanted to fix it, but I was so busy trying to figure out what was going on that it got pushed away.

Finally, I could hear them again. It was someone different talking now, Xisuma, I think, though my brain didn't want to believe it because of how little I felt I knew at this moment. Why would Xisuma be here? Whatever, I should probably listen now. "You're causing chaos, Iskall. Unless you stop, I'll have to punish you." My own voice: "I didn't cause any chaos, Mumbo did, and then lied to you." A protest from the mustached man. "I did nothing of the sort! You just don't want to get in trouble!" A fake pout formed on my face, though based on how Xisuma responded, it must have been convincing.

"Well, I can't just dig dirt on someone until I have all the facts. Mumbo, you were the one who blamed Iskall for all this, so I can see where he might be angry that you're not fessing up to any involvement you may have had. And Iskall, I'll admit you look pretty guilty, but I'm going to trust that this was just a misunderstanding. If I hear a single complaint, though, you're both getting the same punishment, but other than that, I'm going to take my leave and let you get on with your days." I could just barely see Mumbo clenching his fist, though my line of vision was foggy. "Fine." Mumbo said begrudgingly, and Xisuma sighed slightly in relief, nodding at me and Mumbo, before flying off. From what I could make out of Mumbo, he was fuming, and muttered something about Swedish people being assholes, before walking off.

My feet started to walk after him, and I could feel myself get annoyed, but I shook my head, making my footsteps halt. My body wanted both to walk forwards and to stay still, each action being performed as I slowly stopped trying to walk. Whatever- Or whoever- had been in control was giving up, becoming calmer. I felt myself calm down too, and my mind slipped back into first gear. My legs hurt, my arms ached, and my head wanted to explode. Those were the first things I felt whence back in control: tired, achey. Great...

I walked after Mumbo with pain in every stride, though he was far ahead of me, and put my hand on his shoulder as I caught up with him, turning him to face me. He glared at me, speaking up before I could say anything. "What? Come to gloat about how you didn't get in trouble? Save it, I don't want to hear it." I shook my head, sighing, before speaking. My voice was gravelly, and I just now realized how dry my throat was. "No.. Mumbo, I came... To say sorry... I just- I don't know what happened... I can't remember it.." He raised an eyebrow at me slightly, though obviously not believing me. "I don't buy it. You're just trying to be all chummy with me so that I won't get mad at you. And the whole 'I can't remember it' thing? Yeah right. If you're gonna lie, be convincing."

My head throbbed, not just with anger, but with a horrible headache. I felt like fainting, and right now, it was hard not to. "I'm... I'm not lying, Mumbo... I just want to make amends... Something happened, I wasn't in control... I'm almost positive that I royally forked up, and I'm really, really sorry..." I couldn't see his face, but I could tell that he kind of forgave me, which made me feel a little better. He said something in response, but my ears were ringing too much to catch what it was. My head spun as he said something again, waving a hand in front of my face with slight concern. I blinked slowly, looking at him in confusion. "What.?"

He sighed, repeating his question. "I was asking if you're okay." My mouth formed a small o-shape, and I nodded. "I'm... Fine..." He didn't look convinced. "You sound tired, you're stumbling, and your eyes aren't focused. I don't think that classifies as 'fine'." I wanted to argue, but my head acted up at that moment, and my hand went to it, holding it in pain. "Iskall?" I didn't respond, in too much agony to do so. He said something, but I didn't catch it either, falling to my knees. He rushed to my side, shouting something in my ear, but I couldn't hear it— that was evidently a recurring theme—, and my head was now hurting even more. Spots flew before my eyes, and I shook, just now feeling the pain in my arms and knees from falling over. I collapsed, unable to stay up any longer, and my vision went black.