eeveetails101

(March 6, 2020)

(apologies for not having the requests out in the order they were asked, and not having them out earlier.)

(and also do you peeps, like, enjoy the watcher thingies i make? i stg i make so many of them lol. i enjoy making them, though)

Grian stared at his rocket as a feeling of dread filled his body. He took his communicator out and called Doc, the first person that came to mind.

"Hey, Doc? Could you like, come over, a-and... and-" Grian said, voice small. His heart was beating abnormally faster.

"Coming." Doc interrupted, and promptly hung up. After a few minutes of waiting in silence and slight panic, Doc came rushing out of the Nether portal.

"What is it?" Doc asked, wrapping his arms around the smaller Hermit. Grian turned and buried his head in Doc's clothing, catching the creeper by surprise.  Grian grasped Doc's white lab coat tightly, clutching it as if it would be the last time he'd see him.

Against his skin, Doc felt Grian's quick heartbeat and uneven breathing. Sighing quietly at Grian, he smiled and put a hand behind Grian's head, pulling him closer.

"Now, tell me what's wrong." Doc murmured again.

"I... I'm scared."

"Why?" Doc questioned. Grian shrugged, shaking his head.

"Come on then, most are already in Season VII." Doc sighed, pulling Grian with him to the rocket. They climbed onto the small contraption. Grian let Doc shoot the arrow, releasing them towards the sky, and ultimately, Season 7.

Grian was more calm now that Doc was here. The two had an interesting and weird relationship. It's nothing fancy or complicated, but it was... different, for lack of a better word.

Grian and Doc enjoyed each other's presence, the only sound being the wind and the redstone. The two wished that there would be more time like this in Season 7.

After a few minutes of flying upward, the two heard a loud bang relatively close to them. There was a form hovering something blocks away (as if in creative), looking straight at them. Without moving a limb, it hovered closer to them. Doc wrapped his arms around Grian's waist. He was so close to Grian (closer than before) that Grian could feel Doc's breath.

"I-It's a Watcher!" Grian squeaked, pointing to the figure. It was now in hearing range if the Hermits yelled. It shot forward, startling Doc and Grian.

"You can't escape us forever, Xelqua Charles Grian." The Watcher hissed, grabbing his arm. Grian yelped in pain, the magic radiating from the Watcher burning him. Grian ripped his arm away from them, using the self-defence techniques he learned a while back. He twisted the Watcher's arm and pushed him away from the rocket while Doc held him close from behind.

Grian examined the burn on his arm. It was purple with a bit of grey and black mixed within. He painfully hugged it, grimacing.

"He has to come with me." The Watcher snarled, flying with the rocket again. Doc growled, squeezing Grian around his waist. With his other hand, Doc unstrapped the trident from his back. He quickly yeeted it at the Watcher, hitting it's mark. It came flying back, just in time to deflect some magic thrown their way.

The Watcher growled, sneering. They dodged a sword that was weakly thrown by Grian. Limited movement for the two Hermits was not good.

Coming forward, the Watcher managed to knock Doc in the head with the flat side of a sword. Doc yelp, releasing Grian for a millisecond. The Watcher grabbed Grian, pulling him away. Grian screamed and kicked. The Watcher let go.

Grian fell towards the rocket, landing on the boat with a grunt. The wind had been knocked out of him.

While he was recovering, Doc fought the Watcher off, balancing on the moving contraption and not getting hit. It was a skill not anyone could master.

The Watcher came closer, causing Doc to yell out. He used his trident like a baseball bat and hit the Watcher in the stomach. The trident snapped in half like a twig. The Watcher backed away, holding his stomach. Some blood was drawn. Anger filled their face, and they flew closer with glowing hands.

Doc grunted as he pushed Grian off the rocket. They were so far up that the ground had faded from sight a long time ago. A slight static sensation filled the air, but Grian paid no attention to that. All he focused on was the rocket he built, slowly becoming a small point in the sky. He tried to scream, to make some noise, but the wind took it all away. Tears of grief quickly slipped from Grian's eyes. He knew what was about to happen.

A large and purple explosion filled the sky, visible from many miles and kilometers away. Grian sobbed, knowing exactly what had happened. The last thing Grian heard before he was transported to Season 7 was Doc's scream of pain.

Grian cried out as he fell to his knees on the new spawn island's sand. Everyone jumped at his sudden appearance. Mumbo and Iskall pulled Grian up, sharing concerned looks. Xisuma pushed his way through everyone to get to Grian.

With tears streaming down his face and sobs escaping his mouth, Grian pulled his arms away from his two best friends.

"Grian... Grian. Grian!" Xisuma repeated, waving a hand and snapping in front of the smaller man's eyes. Grian flinched at the last call, pulling away. "What on Earth happened?"

"H-He w-was ta-taken." Grian said through his sobs. "T-the Watch-Watcher got h-him." Xisuma took in a sharp breath. No one spoke of the Watchers.

"Doc? They took Doc?" X said. At his name, Grian cried harder, confirming it. Xisuma frowned, gently pushing Grian to the floor. He saw that the smaller man was swaying on his feet. Xisuma started to type in his communicator, showing the coordinates and locations of all Hermits, even the ones not online.

According to the list, Doc was where no one could get unless they were also a Watcher. Doc... Doc was in the original End. The End.

(apologies if there are weird typos and mistakes. half [im pretty sure the second half] of this was written at midnight last night. thanks for reading)