I just had an idea!The 2 Area 77 lab people ( scar and doc) and the hippies (impulse, ren and Grian) could all have ignored their friends outside of the thing. So they all became depressed and come to eachother for support. But when the war started - Scar and Grian felt betrayed when Doc, Impulse and Ren was on the other team. So they all started to ignore eachother. Their depression getting worse. When Demise starts. Ren, Impulse and Doc might think Grian just started it to get back at them for being on the other team and scar thought it was the area 77 thing - all their depression gets worse. Luckily the other hermits find out but it's too late, as one of them kills themselves. Each one got worse and so they all died..Sorry. It's very angsty

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So I'll be doing it. But isn't the Area 77 stuff after the war? But I can adjust it.

Lets start.

Third Person

Doc sat on the top of the base, his eyes closed.

He missed his friends. He and Scar isolated themselves, they talked with nobody.

It had been six months since they lost all communications and interaction with the other hermits. And from what Doc had seen, five months for the Hippies.

And it was damaging both Scar and Doc. Doc had been messing with the wires in his robotic arm in ways that made it defect, and Scar had been cutting lately.

They just wanted it to be over. Life or Area 77. But they had to finish what they started.

So they decided to go and talk with the Hippies about their issues instead.

Doc felt Scar tap his shoulder, and he opened his eyes as Scar questioned softly "Ready?"

He sighed, standing up. "No. But when will I ever be ready?" Scar shrugged. And the two set off for the Hippie Camp.

Grian was passed out on his bed. His wrists were lathered in blood soaked bandages.

Ren limped around camp, his legs the target of his loneliness and depression.

Impulse dealt with his depression by building redstone and rebuilding it none-stop.

All three were not prepared when the noise of fireworks sounded, and the Area 77 lads landed in base. Ren began running/limping to wake Grian up, and Impulse raced to consult them.

Scar and Doc looked around, and saw Impulse jogging up to them. "Hey! Scar! Doc! Whatcha doing here?"

They exchanged glances and stood there in silence before Scar started talking "We-we're lonely." This clearly shocked Impulse, who went silent for a long moment before hesitantly asking "...Cutting?"

Scar nodded and Doc looked at his feet.

Impulse was about to say something when Grian and Ren walked up, Grian supporting Ren to help him walk. Grian hadn't even bothered hiding his wounds, the bandages and blood stark against his near-white skin.

The five stood there in silence, silently agreeing to help eachother out with the pain and suffering.

---Read the A/N at the top---

Grian sobbed quietly, sitting ontop of the G Team base.

Doc, Impulse, and Ren were all on S.T.A.R. Team, and the team part of things has gotten more seriously. Being around another teams member was considered suspicious.

After Area 77, Grian kept his sleeves down, claiming the vegan diet kept him cool. It was lies. All lies.

And communicating with Scar? Out of the question. Neutral players were proclaimed untrustworthy.

And he was back to cutting. Slicing open his skin, watching the blood drip into the water.

Carving 'art' into his skin. So many emotions and not enough self-control.

He managed to pull himself together, his eyes drifted to the other base, seeing a couple of the members of S.T.A.R. Team standing on the ground area.

Scar stood above the water, jumping in and near-drowning himself before swimming back up.

He deserved the suffering.

Doc, Ren, and Impulse all sat on the ground area. They all were discussing their depression, all ignoring the fact that Scar and Grian had nobody to turn to.

They didn't want to address the matter.

Not one bit.

---Lot of these today---

Ren angrily kicked a stool. Grian, getting back to them for the entire Civil War! Started this stupid game!

And now he was black and white!

Punching the wall, it cracked and the door swung open.

Scar stood there, seeing the disaster Ren had caused.

He sighed and walked over to Ren, gently pulling him away from the wall.

"Calm down."

Grian sat on the edge of his base, looking at the switchblade in his hands.

The others of the anti-depression squad had been ignoring him.

Why? What had he done?

He sighed, raised the switchblade to his throat, and slit his own throat.

The effect was immediate as pain jolted through his body and he dropped to his knees, choking on his own blood.

A disgusting gurgling became audible, and Grian felt bad for subjecting anyone who came along to hearing it.

A hand raised to his throat, immediately it drew away, soaked in blood. A relieved smiled rested on his face as he got woozy and subcommed to unconsciousness.

Two minutes later a message appeared in chat

Grian died from lack of blood/oxygen

Grian made the achievement [Perma-death]

Welsknight: WIAT WHAT?

Iskall85: nononononono

RentheDog was shot by RentheDog

Renthedog made the achievement [Perma-death]

Xisumavoid: whats going on? Is this a organized thing?!

GoodtimeswithScar: i dont think so! are they actually dead?!?!

Xisumavoid: OH GODS NO

Xisumavoid: THEY ARE

It was dubbed 'The Night of Tears'

Scar, Doc, and Impulse killed themselves in various ways hours after.

Scar drowned himself.

Impulse threw himself off the side of tall tower.

Doc stabbed himself in the heart.

There now sat a graveyard, the five gravestones all sitting next to eachother.

The sadness lay thick on the area.

But sometimes, you could see five shadows, varying in heights, watching Hermits build.

It was a bit forced at the end.

It hurt to write, but for those who love angst, they will love it.

Bye costumers. Thanks for reading.

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