Hermitcraft Drabbles

Bang (Scardubs)

Y'all already know where this is going. I watched Bdubs' video (and then Scar's) and the angst inspiration hit me harder than that trap. Now obviously this isn't how it all went down, I made it way more dramatic because bring Bdubs more pain is just my ✨passion✨

"I mean, it looks like a vault, so the diamonds must be here, right?" Scar approached the chest in front of him, the lid creaking as he opened it. Bdubs looked over his shoulder, peering in.

"Wait, but that's just one diamond block..." his voice trailed off as the mayor picked it up.

It was given the nickname Bang!, leaving the taller hermit confused. "What is-" He was cut off as an explosion went off below him. "Bdubs!" he cried out. Scar reached out, his hand grazing the other's, but it was too late. The mayor watched in horror as the builder was thrown backward, his body slamming into the wall and falling like a ragdoll. He was also thrown backward and stumbled as he tried to keep his balance. The totem in his hand was set off, saving him from meeting his demise. Despite the boost of energy, he was still feeling weak. Crawling across the destroyed floor, he moved his hand under Bdubs' head. As he pulled the male close, blood from the freckled brunette's head seeped through his fingers. "Bdubs?" he softly asked.

Groaning, the builder's eyes fluttered open and he glanced over at Scar. "Are you okay?" he worried.

"I'm fine, but what about you? Did the totem not work?" he asked, brushing debris off the small builder's cheek.

"I-I don't know, I feel the effects but I'm still really tired," the tan brunette murmured.

"Alright c'mon, let's get you somewhere safe." Standing up, he helped the other to his feet. He wanted to carry him, but he was fairly tired himself. So instead, he slung one of Bdubs' arms over his shoulder and placed his other hand on his waist.

He helped him sit on one of the chairs around the center table and brushed his hair out of his face. Looking around, a feeling gnawed at his gut. Narrowing his eyes, Scar squeezed the other's hand. "I don't think this is the real base," he quietly admitted.

"Are you serious?" the short brunette groaned, leaning against his arm.

"I say we still blow this place to kingdom come," the mayor muttered, staring down the giant piece of mycelium. Bdubs murmured something in agreement, but he was too tired to form coherent words. Softly laughing, the taller hermit crouched and let the tan male climb onto his back. He gripped the builder's legs for support as he leaned his head on Scar's shoulder.

Somehow they found themselves back in the shopping district, both completely exhausted. The tall brunette let the shorter down but kept a grip on his hand.

"Woah, Scar, Bdubs, what happened? You two okay?" Impulse asked as they walked past him.

"We're fine," the mayor muttered, pulling Bdubs closer. He led him back to the town hall and to the spare bed in Bdubs' office. "You'll feel better after a nap," he promised.

"But I feel gross," he whined. "And I smell!" Despite the complaints, he was already nestled under the blanket, his eyelids growing heavy. Scar ruffled his hair and knelt beside the bed.

We're losing. He bitterly thought as he stroked the tan brunette's hair. We're losing and I don't know what we're going to do. We'll burn the mycelium they gave us, but what good will that do? Who knows how much more they have, how many fake bases they've made. I refuse to lose.

He was pulled from his worries as the male in front of him turned his face into his hand.

"I believe in you," he murmured with a small smile. It was followed by a soft snore, but Mayor Scar blushed nonetheless. He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and stood up.

"We've got a lot of work to do," he sighed, turning off the light and carefully closing the door. He left the town hall, trying to remember where he last left his TNT. 

I just realized I've technically made two HEP drabbles- the first being the Scumbo one. 

(In case anyone cares, I do like the grass better in the shopping district, but I'm a slut for a good resistance, so I'm a neutral party)

(And sorry but I'm not a big podzol fan)