What a strange few months Season 8 had been. But it was over now, of course.

Bdubs sat in a void, looking at the shattered remains of his moon base. The irony of that. He’d built a base shaped like a moon, and then the moon itself…

Nope, nope, nope. This was why he slept, so he didn’t have to look at the moon. So he didn’t have to deal with the cults surrounding it. So he didn’t have to see the version of Hermitcraft that came out at night.

But now that unblinking Biggest of All Eyes was always there, and he couldn’t look away.

Bdubs didn’t know how he’d survived that.

He held onto hope that other Hermits had lived. In a moment, he’d be pulled into Season 9 and everything would be fine. It would be a fresh start, no cults, no flying blocks, no stupid big moon. He could sleep to run away from monsters instead of a celestial body.

And so he waited.

And waited.

And waited, drifting from world to world, searching ruin and wild for the friends he didn’t know were already safe and united.

And time went on without him.