Hermitcraft was descending into chaos.

Something- or someone was messing with everyone.

Something happened to X, he snapped- or he got controlled, he was just out of it, no one knows what to do.

The only thing they know is that they aren't powerful.

They are weak, they can't do anything to fix Hermitcraft, nothing would help, nothing.

Whatever was attacking them was powerful, they could destroy lands with a single snap of their fingers.

The Hermits were currently bunked underneath the land, they had X with them but he wasn't responding to anything they said, his eyes were glazed over, and he wasn't eating.

Then X started mumbling something.

"I've got no strings to hold me down to make me fret or make me frown. I had strings but now I'm free. There are no strings on me" Everyone looked at each other, they couldn't stop the nervousness flowing through them.

Then a booming voice laughed, it shook the earth scaring everyone. Everyone but X. X smiled.

"Poor unfortunate souls. Scared out of their minds. Luckily X cut his strings early, maybe you all could follow lead..." the booming voice said. Everyone was either scared or confused.

"Cut my strings," Bdubs begged through tears. The voice laughed, then Bdubs eyes glazed over like X's, he stopped crying and moving.

"You are all puppets in my puppet show, I control you, I control your emotions, I know all of your thoughts and secrets, I know everything about everyone. I control your world, I control everything, I have so much power. I can bend this reality, shape it into what I want when I want. You will never be safe, but at the same time always be safe. It's time to repair some strings."

Everyone heard a loud boom, it could have been a snap. Bdubs and X's eyes returned to normal, the world got fixed, everything was back to normal, except the memories of the hermits.

Meanwhile the author looked down at her Docs page, smiling.

"They've got no strings to hold them down to make them fret or make them frown, they had strings but now they're free. There are no strings on them," the author mumbled while smiling at the amount of power she had. Nobody in her household could stop the power she had over the poor characters.

I guess you could say, she was the puppet master.