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- through the week. Can the hermits take back control or will the roles be reversed?

Takes place in season seven
TW: Fighting, In-Game Death, Mentions/Details of Gore, and Potential Anxiety Attack.

[Xisumavoid was slain by Ethoslab]
[DocM77: Etho what the- has Etho been himself lately???]
[GoodTimesWithScar: I haven't seen him]
[Falsesymmetry: I'm going to check.]

Doc slammed his communicator against the stone wall and said some (✨) words. He grabbed his trident and sword and flew off the giant goat head. ( :T ). Doc quickly arrived at Etho's base followed by False, Ren, ans Grian. 'Wait- Grian?' False noticed to and pulled out her sword. She swung at Grian but was blocked by Ren. "What on earth Ren?" False yelled and Grian pulled out his sword. Doc grabbed his own sword out of his inventory and ran at the trio blocking Grian from landing a blow on False. "I don't think that's Ren, Doc." False stated. "Thanks." Muttered Doc sarcastically. Grian pulled back and Ren followed. Soon they were fighting, their swords almost one, like a deadly dance. Ren missed once. That's all it took for False to quickly end their duel. With a swift stab in in his chest, Ren poofed into smoke. The_Grifter or 'Grian', screamed and fell to the forest floor. "No, no, what have you done-" They curled in on themselves, "-he'll never make it back, he'll suffer again, NO!" Another blow had been dealt. Doc looked down, right there where once a patch of green skin lay, their was red blood oozing down his chest, a blade sticking through. Doc fell to the ground, clutching for something, anything. More blood pooled around him as the world started to fade in on itself. Doc heard Grian- The_Grifter, sob and a sound like glass breaking.

Doc felt a pressure near his face. A faint sound could be heard. "Meow" Doc bolted upright and let out a screech as the cat jumped off him. He looked around. False stood with a Siamese cat in her arms, grinning mischievously. "Grian- The_Grifter's tied up in another room, said room would be the super-smelter. We're in the storage room." Doc nodded and was tempted to ask if False would mind him shoving the cat in one of the chests. False helped Doc up and sat the cat down on one of the chests higher up. "Is it safe, what about Ren, is he...is he perma-?" Doc couldn't finished the sentence. He didn't want to finish the sentence. "I don't know." False replied. "Perhaps they'll come back." And with that, the two made their way into the super-smelter room.