Cam Accounts. These beings have been used for generations. The hermits don't know that. No one does. When they do it's already to late. It's always to late. They've been mistreated and thrown around like rag dolls, forced to do what the players want. That changes. Tonight. Can the hermits take back control or will the roles be reversed?

Takes place in season seven
TW: Mentions of Vomit, Interrogation, Murder, Mentions of Blood, stabbing/cutting the neck/throat.

The codes were glitching, Xisuma didn't know what to do. Blurry lines of codes swarmed through his visor at a rapid rate. Xisuma wanted to vomit. 'Why was this happening? Why was he so stupid?' A knock on Xisuma's door brought his thoughts to a stop. "Come in!" He called over his shoulder. Etho came in a stood behind Xisuma. This wasn't really a surprise due to Etho being. X's neighbor. "Is something wrong Etho?" Xisuma asked the masked man. "In season five, what was the Nexus?" Etho asked calmly. 'The what-?' Xisuma thought as Etho stood there, motionless.
"...A- um a storage system-?" The answer came out as more of a question than answer but Etho nodded and asked another. "In season three, who did I take my tour with?" Xisuma froze. 'Remember!!' He turned around and was met with a blade at his neck. "Who did I tour with?" Etho asked digging the blade deeper, causing a trickle of blood. "Beef." The answer was plain and simple. Etho smirked and sliced Xisuma's throat open. "Wrong, it was Biffa2001." He replied leaving the body to rot. The_Grifter watched in slight awe as Etho left. "Smart." He muttered before hiding in the shadows once more.
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Perhaps the hermits did need to be more careful. Little blanks could very well cost them their lives...

Sorry I'm late! (And for the short chapter).