(October 27, 2020)

If you think I'm about to write full song fics for thirty consecutive days, you're high

ThesongficsIwritetakeoverthreedays-

... And just know, if it turns into thirty consecutive days of X and/or EX drabbles I will throw my computer out the window because I see it happening.

Summary: Just Evil X, breaking into Hermitcraft as they always do.
Word Count: 557
Category: light angst, tiny lil' drabble...
Warnings: indicates intrusive thoughts, half-braincelled attempt at writing

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In all of Minecraft, there was only one thing that petrified player and mobs alike.

The Void was... well, a thing of the unknown. Ironically, the players had all the information about the never-ending abyss at the tips of their fingers, yet it's the only thing around them that scares them the most. Not the large as frick spiders, not the drowned infecting the water, not even the phantoms that screeched their screams that echo through the night.

The Void haunted many players' nightmares. It was so horrifying that many often woke up screaming. Many refused to sleep the next few weeks. Many sat in the same spot for hours, paralyzed by what they saw.

And Evil X was living in the heart of the Void.

And it was his fault, all his fault, they deserved to be thrown from his home because they caused the others pain-

They were stuck. Banned from their only world, banned from their only source of player interaction... the only thing that kept every player sane.

Evil X shivered, hugging themself. They hated the numbing coldness. They hated the static that filled their ears. They hated how their connection to any other life was severed, leaving them to rot in the darkness.

Evil X couldn't blame Xisuma, though. The admin probably didn't know where they would end up, and Evil X had done some atrocious things in the past...

The red clad player knew Xisuma would beat himself up if he knew. Not even X was brave enough to face the Void.

They sighed and kept moping in the lonely place known as the Void.

...

...

...

Only when they looked up did they see a light source.

They hadn't seen anything except themself for years on end.

A small gasp tore from their mouth. That... thing would be the first point of reference they have had in years. 

They willed themself to float closer to the portal, almost desperately.

It was not a surprise when a tear slipped from his eyes and fell, lost in the dark abyss.

It took a bit of extra time and more coordinated brain cells than they anticipated, but they was eventually able to step through the portal.

Evil X reached out, their hand brushing the portal's shimmery mirage of an island that all but screamed H e r m i t s.

After a moments hesitation, they pulled away with a slight frown. They had previously thought they would go through with no hesitation. How could they not? They were alone and left for dead (though accidentally). Evil X needed player interaction. They needed to know if anyone's missed them or if it was just them that was being too clingy--no, not clingy-- ... hopeful, perhaps?

Somewhere in the back of their mind they wondered if anyone noticed they were gone.

The player dressed in red battle armor steeled themself, clenching their fists and biting their lip.

They've got nothing to lose, after all.

EvilXisuma joined the game

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You guys have this weird love-hate relationship with Ex and angst and I totally get it

Thank you for reading and have a great day!