(December 31, 2019)

(Prompt: Your main character is really a guardian angel in human form. {heh heh i added something} It will be shorter because I need to quickly get this done, sorry!)

It was supposed to be a normal day. One where nothing out of the ordinary happens. Progress, friends, buildings, shopping, diamonds, ect. ect.

But no. A group of Hermits just had to get stuck in an inescapable place. They also couldn't kill each other, because they were too far to travel back in time for their items.

Joe and Tango looked at each other, sighing an exasperated sigh. They had watched the entire thing happen. The trap was something along the lines of a hole, bedrock walls, and no blocks to escape with. Where the bedrock came from, no one has any idea. That's why they went down there.

"We're forced now, aren't we?" Tango asked, red eyes flashing brightly. Joe nodded, causing Tango to facepalm. Joe approached the bedrock cage, peering inside.

"Joe! Don't come down here, you'll get trapped!" Scar said. He was sitting against the wall, scraping at the bedrock with his fingernail.

"Yeah, yeah." Joe uncharacteristically mumbled. He jumped into the bedrock trap, landing on his feet even though it was a fifteen block fall. He also didn't take any damage. The trapped Hermits gawked at him.

"How did you do that?" Ren asked.

"How did ya get trapped here?" Joe asked back. Ren stayed silent, much to Joe's amusement. Joe looked around; the box was larger than he expected. The Hermits backed away, creating a circle around Joe.

"Yeah, how did all of you get trapped down there? It looks like a pretty obvious trap." Tango asked from the top.

"Quiet from the peanut gallery. Ya ain't doing anything useful up there, now are ya?" Joe yelled back to Tango, looking upwards.

"Tch, I'm moral support."

"Yeah, sure you are." Impulse grumbled. Tango sent an innocent smile down at him. Joe rolled his eyes, faintly smiling at their interactions. He held his hand out towards Scar, who was still sitting on the ground. Scar looked at Joe with a confused expression on his face.

"Grab my hand." Joe said. Scar hesitantly reached up, grabbing his hand. Joe adjusted and grabbed Scar's wrist. Scar grabbed Joe's wrist, standing up.

A loud whoosh startled all of the Hermits. On Joe's back were two huge angel wings. A faint golden halo glowed over his head. The smile on his face was angelic, ironically. From Joe's and Scar's position, Joe quickly moved. Scar found himself in a bridal style carry. Joe flapped up, carrying Scar with him. He handed him to Tango, who hauled him out of the cage. He repeated the process. From Joe acting calm and collected, to Tango laughing his butt off because of the Hermits' reactions.

Scar had a faint blush on his face.

Doc death glared Joe, but said nothing.

Xisuma pretended like it was a normal thing that happens.

Cleo smiled and held her hand out. Joe smiled and bowed, taking her hand.

Impulse was really red in the face.

"Why are you so light, Grian?" Joe asked as he effortlessly picked Grian up. The smaller Hermit laughed, it echoing through the box. He was the last Hermit to exit. As Joe exited the bedrock trap, a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He landed and neatly folded his wings on his back. He looked at Tango, who was snickering. Joe slapped him in the back of his head.

"Ya didn't do anything." Joe said.

"No, I pulled them out the hole and was moral support-"

"And besides that?" Tango stayed silent, but smirked anyway.

"You devious demon." Joe said, shaking his head. Tango playfully bared his fangs. Large red dragon wings wooshed out of his back, and red horns emerged from his floppy yellow hair.

"You too?!" Impulse exclaimed. Tango laugh a loud laugh, and ignored another slap from Joe. Everyone smiled, relieved that they were out of the trap and that everyone was still getting along.

(ill remake this later i just wanted to make a last minute chapter that would be my last chapter of the decade

HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAPPY NEW DECADE! lol goodnight yall. ill explain this one shot thingy-mabob later i promise)