It was just supposed to be a harmless little prank. False was just wanting to turn Stress into a child as a prank for April Fools, as she had gotten the brunnette when she drew her paper.

But now..

Now there are a whole lot of really young Hermits. And hell is about to break loose.

I know that False didn't get Stress in the actual April Fools day prank thing but bear with me lol

~~~~~

“Cleo? Cleo! Where did you go? Hello?” Joe frantically looked for the zombie hybrid, having been blinded temporarily by a strange multicolored light that had suddenly filled the air. As he peeked behind some bushes nearby, he heard a soft noise to his left.

“Cleo? Cleo is that you? Please tell me you’re okay!” The poet went to where he had heard the noise and parted the leaves of the bushes to find…

A... child.. Cleo?

“Uncle Joe!” she exclaimed as she launched herself into his lap, trembling with fright.

“Hey hey hey it’s okay, it’s okay Cleo. What happened? Do you remember?” he asked her.

“Th-there was a bright flashy light, and I didn’t know where you were, a-and then I was in that bush. T-then you came and then its now.” The tiny Hermit explained through stutters as Joe comfortingly rubbed her back.

“Yeah, there was a bright flashy light. Do you remember any other people? You seem to remember me, since you called me ‘uncle Joe’,”

“Yeah! Theres auntie Pearl, auntie False, uncle Zed, uncle Keralis, uncle X-suma, uncle Beef, and uncle Ren! I think there’s a lot of other kids too, but I cant remember their names right now.” The little zombie shook her head.

‘Oh no, if she only remembers those people as adults… that means that everyone else must be a kid! That cant be good…’

“Alright. I’m gonna message your uncle Xisuma, cause he might know what happened.” Cleo nodded and shifted her position in Joe’s lap so that he could get to his communicator.

<Joehillssays>: Xisuma? Something happened at spawn, Cleo is a child. I’d say she’s around 8 or 9.

<Joehillssays>: The adults she remembers are Pearl, False, Zedaph, Keralis, Xisuma, Beef and Ren, plus me. That leads me to think that all the other hermits are children.

<TinFoilChef>: Yep. I just grabbed Impulse and Bdubs, they’re little kids.

<TinFoilChef>: Oh and I’m also around 25 I’d say, so I’ll be able to help with the other kids

<Xisuma>: Oh goodness me! I’m on my way Joe!

<Xisuma>: Any adult hermits please try and find any kids, we need to round them up

<Xisuma>: Say in chat who you have as well, so we can keep track of them

<Keralis>: Alright Shashwam!

<PearlecentMoon>: Sounds good! I think I see a child version of Iskall up at his base, I’ll get him

<Xisuma>: Thanks Pearl

“Alright, uncle Xisuma is on his way. Are you sure you don’t remember anyone else?” Cleo shook her head at this, frowning.

“Joe! Oh my goodness what happened? Do you know?” Xisuma called out as he ran up the path.

“No, all I know is that there was a bright flash of multicolored light that blinded me, and then when I was able to see and all that, I found Cleo like this.” Joe gestured to the small zombie in his lap.

“Okay. I don’t-” Xisuma was cut off by the sound of a scream, which seemed to originate from near Tango’s base.

“What was that?”

~~~~~

Over at Tango’s base, Zedaph had just scooped up a 7-8 year old Tango, who had accidentally fallen into Locked Out and gotten cornered by the giant Ravager and the other Pilligers. Holding the small blonde in his arms, Zedaph spammed rockets to get out of the minigame prank before landing near Gem’s treehouse.

“Tango! Are you hurt?” The brit frantically checked over the sobbing boy, worried that there would be a massive bleeding injury that needed attention. Finding none, Zedaph instead chose to hug Tango close to him, smoothing down his hair and rubbing his back in an attempt to get Tango to calm down and stop crying.

“Uncle Zed what happened to Tango?” A 6 year old Gem stepped out from behind her tree and walked towards the two.

“Gem? Oh goodness… I think Tango just got scared by a minigame, it’s okay. Also, since when am I ‘uncle Zed’?”

“Uhh, I dunno. Thats what I remember you as. So you’re uncle Zed!” the tiny redhead smiled.

“Alright then. Well-”

“Zedaph! You have Tango and Gem?” Keralis cut the brit off as he ran up, a young Stress in his arms while tiny versions of Wels and Hypno followed behind.

“Hey Keralis! Gosh, Wels, Hypno, and Stress too? Who else is a kid now?” Zedaph stood up, carefully holding a still crying Tango in his arms.

“Everyone but me, you, Shashwammy, Joe, Pearl, Falsie, Beef, TFC, and Ren. I think Cleo, Impulse, and Bubbles have already been found as well but we need to get these beautiful faces to spawn.” Keralis said, jerking a thumb towards where spawn was.

“Alright. Gem, can you follow us? We’re gonna go to more friends, alright?” Gem nodded, reaching up and taking one of Zedaph’s hands to hold as they walked.

<Zedaph>: Keralis and I have Tango, Gem, Stress, Hypno and Wels.

<Zadaph>: We’re on our way to spawn

~~~~~

(Quick A/N, look in the comments for translation coming up here soon, they start speaking German)

Ren had found a child version of Cub wandering through Giga Pies™, and decided to bring Cub to spawn before grabbing a boat and paddling over to Doc’s base. On the way there, Ren went over possibilities in his head.

‘If Doc is a little kid, that’s gonna be adorable! But what if he can’t speak English? Good thing he taught me German a while ago.’

Pulling his boat up to to shore, Ren got out and went into Doc’s shop/home.

“Doc? My dude are you here?” Ren called out, looking around the sandstone and moss eco-house. Not getting a response, Ren goes up the bubble elevator and begins his search up in Doc’s personal storage room/bedroom.

“Doc?” he says again, spinning in a small, slow circle as he inspects the slightly messy room.

“Wer bist du und warum bist du hier?” a sword tip was pressed to Ren’s throat as a creeper hybrid child stepped out from behind the screen, a slight scowl on his face.

“Whoa! Doc it’s me, Ren!” the dog hybrid put his hands up and backed away slightly, intimidated by the young Doc holding a very sharp diamond sword.

“Ich verstehe Sie nicht. Sprichst du Deutsch oder nicht?” Doc lowered the sword but didn’t let go, looking at Ren with a questioning yet slightly miffed expression.

“Uhh, hallo, ich bin Ren, erinnerst du dich an mich?” Ren asked

“Ren? Ja, ich erinnere mich an dich. Ich dachte, du kannst kein Deutsch.” Doc sheathed his sword, crossing his arms.

“Ja, ich habe es vor einiger Zeit gelernt. Wie auch immer, weißt du was passiert ist?” Ren asks, sitting down on a chest.

“Nicht wirklich, alles woran ich mich erinnere ist ein heller Lichtblitz und dann war ich hier, so. Ich erinnere mich an ein paar Leute, ich glaube, ich bin mit ihnen auf einem Server? Ich weiß, dass du einer der Menschen bist, an die ich mich erinnere. Obwohl ich nicht weiß, was Sie zuvor gesagt haben, konnte ich es nicht verstehen.”

“In Ordnung. Ich habe Englisch gesprochen, was du vermutlich erst in deinem jetzigen Alter gelernt hast. Wie auch immer, etwas ist schief gelaufen und jetzt gibt es eine ganze Reihe von Kindern auf dem Server statt Erwachsene, wie es sein sollte. Du siehst aber nicht so jung aus wie die anderen, wie alt bist du?”

Doc thought for a moment before replying, “Ich bin mir ziemlich sicher, dass ich 12 bin. Wie alt soll ich sein?”

“Viel älter. Warum kommst du nicht mit und wir treffen uns mit den anderen?”

“In Ordnung.” Doc nodded as Ren stood up, and the two of them went to spawn, grabbing Jevin along the way since the child-sized blue slime was about to fall into the water of the Hermissippi.

<RenTheDog>: I’ve got Doc and Jevin, coming back to spawn with them

~~~~~

Meanwhile, in the Nether, a certain “evil hermit” was struggling to control two rowdy kids. Namely, Evil Xisuma(who insisted he be called Xeres) and Helsknight.

“Why can’t we go somewhere else?” Xeres whined, laying spread-eagle on the warped wood planks that made up the floor of the little base the three evil hermits had shared beforehand.

“Because I don’t know what happened and I would much rather you stay here where it’s at least somewhat safe instead of risking death in lava.” Badtimeswithscar explained for the tenth time.

“But I’m immune to fire and lava! Why can’t I go?” that was a small knight, who was sitting in the corner sulking. “Look, I can even make fire!” Hels proceded to call up a little fireball in his hand and play with it, tossing it back and forth between his hands as if it was just a baseball and not a literal ball of fire.

“Hels I already told you. If you go, Xeres will want to go, and he’s not immune to fire and lava. He can’t even breath in the Nether, he has to keep his helmet on!”

“Then why don’t we go somewhere I can breath without this stupid helmet? It’s so boring in here!” the small red-clad Voidling complained, sitting up and scowling at the red eyed, grayscale version of Scar.

“Xeres we will no doubtably be found by the Hermits and perma-banned! Even if you and Hels are kids. All three of us will be banned, and then we’ll be at the mercy of the Void. I don’t care that you’re a Voidling, Xeres. Players who get banned, including Voidlings, get torn apart by the Void unless they have another server that they’re a part of. And I know for a fact that none of us are allowed on any other servers. It’s a miricle that we haven’t been banned already.” Badtimes sighed, slouching in the chair he was currently in. He could think of no good solutions to their prediciment, they would just have to wait it out or go to the admin, Xisuma. Badtimes scowled at that idea, not wanting anything to do with the “good hermits”.

“Can we at least find my brother?” Hels asked quietly, the fireball dissapearing from his hand as he looked up at the only adult in the room.

“Your brother?”

“Yeah! Wels, he’s my twin brother! You didn’t know that already?” The young knight looked surprised, he had almost expected to be with Wels when he had woken up but instead he was with a Voidling and a grayscale man who was covered in scars.

“I forgot that you and Wels are twins..” Badtimes muttered, getting up and moving to one of the few windows in the room.

“Xisuma and I are twins too ya know.” Xeres said quietly, fiddling with his gloves as he sat on the floor.

“Yeah, and we might have to find him. I would rather not but its a very likely possibility that we’ll have to go to him for help.” The scarred man sighed, turning away from the window.

“Why don’t we just get it over with? I mean we might as well.” Hels said, getting up from his corner and walking over to Badtimes.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Let’s just hope he’s an adult, like he’s supposed to be. Come on Xeres, We’re going to the Overworld. You wont be able to breath though so keep your helmet on.” The small Voidling sighed and got up from the floor, joining Badtimes and Hels as they left the small Nether base.

~~~~~

Back in the Overworld…

“Alright. So, we have 9 adult hermits. We need to divide the kids between ourselves, as we can’t leave them alone. Who wants to take who?

“I’ll take Impulse and Tango.” Zedaph says, smiling as the two kids he had named came running over to him.

“I’ll take Cub and Doc. I’m the only adult here who speaks German, anyway.” Ren offers, Cub and Doc already by him.

“I’ll take Bubbles and Jevin.” Keralis says, a sleepy Bdubs in his arms already.

One by one the adult hermits take a few kids, trying to evenly distribute them between 9 adults.

The end result was:

Pearl: Grian and Scar

Zedaph: Tango and Impulse

Keralis: Bdubs and Jevin

False: Stress and Gem

Xisuma: Iskall and Mumbo

Joe: Cleo

Beef: Hypno and Wels

Ren: Cub and Doc

And TFC was going to help whoever neccecary and take over if someone had to do something.

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HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LONG ONE-

Also, translating all of Doc's speech(and Ren's when he was talking with him) into German using Google Translate on my phone was not fun in the slightest. If I have some of the translation wrong, I am terribly sorry!

-C4C