Cam accounts. Once an unknown entity, now a killing machine out of control. Tonight they strike. Tonight they win. Only four have some form of power against them. If they can translate everything in time...

Takes place during season seven
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After Ren told them what happened he lifted his shirt and sure enough multiple tiny glass shard scars lined his chest, his stomach black and red, and bruises. Impulse quickly inhaled making a hissing noise. Grian looked over the scars. "Splash potion?" The avian asked. Ren nodded recalling the events.

<POV switch, The_Grifter>

The_Grifter sighed. They hated being pinned and now they weren't just pinned, they were trapped. A victim to their own mind. Well not their mind per say, their mind was corrupted, no place for...for a livable home. No place to be themselves. The_Grifter sighed as they recalled what Impulsecam had told them. "We need to go before..it comes."  Well he hadn't said it exactly. Not everyone knows this but when a cam account is first made they can send a telepath message. Just one, only once. Who was it you ask? That can be saved for another time...BadTimes came into the hobbit hole. The cam accounts had sat up base there. Well The_Grifter and Impulsecam had. BadTimes and renthebob were at their bases. The hermits didn't know about them but they had to be careful. Worst case scenario: the hermits invade the hobbit hole and capture the two cam accounts. BadTimes and renthebob could help them. Hopefully. But that was all just in case the hermits found them. Last time The_Grifter checked, they, and Impulsecam had traumatized a few hermits. When tonight strikes, they will have control, they will bring their brethren back, and they will get rid of the hermits once and for all.