Hermitcraft oneshots and other random stuff

Possessed

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Romantic: No

I know I know- I'm finally uploading stuff on a semi-regular basis! I just have no inspiration- if you have requests please please please comment them! All requests are welcome! 

This isn't really a one shot it's more of an excerpt from a story idea I had. I may or may not work on the actual story so y'all probably aren't gonna get context- unless you want it and tell me you want it. But a part two is probably coming soon. M a y b e

Pitiful. It's pitiful how they separate themselves in two. Oh if they were together, they'd be so much stronger. But now- now I have a chance to build my army

~

No one truly knows where the alters of the hermits live. Some describe it as a a void, but that isn't right. Unlike the void, this place was explorable. It has everything and nothing at the same time. So many places to hide but nowhere to go. It's a strange place to say the least. 

Evil Xisuma, or EX as they preferred, was busy planning a day to meet Xisuma, his brother-clone-person-thing. Unlike many other 'evil' alters, EX had a good relationship with his hermit, or at least for now he did. Suddenly a scratched up Hels appeared right next to him, scowling deeply. 

"Hels? What happened, where in the world have you been-"

"Sh-shhh that doesn't matter, I just came to ask whether you heard that."

"Heard what exactly? "

"T-the voice! That weird voice in your head!"

" ...Thats called a conscience Hels, everyone has that. Well, everybody except maybe you-"

"Listen closer you idiot!!"

EX listened carefully and gasped as he realized what Hels was talking about.

"The voice in my head, it's back!"

" Yeah, exactly it's a voice in our heads EX- finally, someone who hears it too!"

"N-no... I mean yes but that voice... It's the voice that pushed me to do all that evil stuff to Xisuma."

EX went pale and paced around, tugging on their hair. "Hels this is so so bad- he shouldn't be back! We need to-" A white fog like substance filled the small space and EX grabbed Hels's wrist, sprinting away as fast as possible.

"EX why-" Hels's question died in his throat as he watched the whisps of white curl around another alter's wrists and seemingly went inside them, causing them to twitch and shake. Seconds later, their eyes turned pure white and the alter turned their head towards EX and Hels, grinning. 

"You're next Exy. I haven't forgotten you."

 "RUN RUN RUN!" The two ran as fast as possible away from the thick white substance. As soon as they were a safe distance away, they slowed and Hels stared and EX pointedly.

"Explain."

"He was the voice in my head. That voice- he wants nothing but pure destruction. He wants the world to burn and he wants to be the one who ignited the flame. He has the ability to possess others- he's only ever possessed one person as far as I've seen but he's grown so, so much stronger. We're doomed unless we can somehow get some help- and he's probably gotten every alter out there by now. "

A small rustling noise came from the vicinity and Hels drew his sword, swinging it around him defensively.

 "HELLO! WOULD YOU LIKE TO BUILD A RUSTIC HOUSE?!?1!1?1!"

 "Who the heck are you?!"

A boy with caramel brown hair popped out in front of the two, immediately screaming about rustic houses. He seemed to calm down after a few moments and smiled at them brightly. Upon closer inspection, the boy had a red sweater and a few metal plates were visible here and there. He looked very similar to Grian, but he had bright green eyes instead of Grian's brown ones. 

"Hi! I'm NPC Grian, or NPG for short! I was wandering  about when I suddenly seemed very lost! Could you help me?" The boy had a slightly robotic voice and he said everything with enthusiasm. Hels and EX glanced at each other before slightly agreeing that he was all they had left.

"Well, NPC Grian, I'm EX and this is Hels, and we can definitely help you, but there's a very big problem going on, and it isn't safe for such travel. Would you like to stay with us?"

"Sure! Quick question, what is that white stuff floating around? "

"It's bad- stay away from it NPG, alright? "

"Alright..." The short robotic male smiled innocently, his soft green eyes bright enough to light up even the darkest of corners. EX could feel their heart melt immediately at his oblivious happiness, his own smile growing larger and larger. Even Hels felt himself losing a bit of his sharp edge, almost softening.

~

It had been a good few weeks since the voice had arrived, and the trio was doing well compared to the majority of alters. Many alters had been kidnapped and possessed by the mysterious being made of white magic, so much so that it was believed there were no alters left at all. 

NPG  had been patiently waiting for EX and Hels to come back from their exploring in the trio's little hut. He swung his legs slightly as he hummed, looking around. A single wisp of white magic curled towards the unsuspecting boy, grabbing his ankle and pulling him into its grasp. The poor male didn't even have enough time to scream for help before the magic burrowed itself deep and took him.

You tried to stop me EX? Well it's time for you to see what happens when you resist...

"NPG? We're homeee!" EX would be lying if they said they hadn't grown attached to the small robot boy. Both NPG and Hels were like brothers to him; this was their little family.

"NPG? Are you here?"

Hels drew his sword, eyes flirting around nervously. "NPG, seriously, if this is a joke please stop it." 

EX tugged on their thick white hair, biting their lip as they scoured the house. There was a soft whimper that escaped Hels in the other room. His sword dropped with an ear shattering clang. EX rushed over to him, gasping as they looked at the scene. There was white glittering trails along the floor that traced out 'He's gone' in ominous letters. 

One of your loved ones is gone. Two more to go.