"Stand back!"

X waved outwards with his hand for the audience of hermits to go backwards.

False was standing on a command block, looking a little nervous, but cheerful.

Xisuma was showing off some command block tricks at the old Team STAR base, not wearing his demise skin.

Today, he's doing teleportation.

"Three!", he announced.

"Two!"

"One!"

He slowly pulled the lever down.

False disappeared.

The audience gasped.

Suddenly, she popped out.

Right in front of X's unprepared eyes.

"What the-", he cried out, startled before stumbling backwards, brushing past the command block as he fell.

"Oomph!", he grunted.

X put a hand on his forehead.

"Well, that is one of the dangerous parts of command blocks!", he joked.

Looking around, he saw that the other hermits were staring at him.

"Uh, w-what?", X inquired shakily, feeling his blood run cold in dread.

What could it be?

He gripped his forehead tighter.

Wait, forehead?

Looking to his right, he saw his beloved gas helmet lying next to him, definitely NOT on his head.

X gulped.

His face was a beautiful pale, with sky blue eyes rather than the purple the hermits assumed he had. His hair was a deep chocolate. The only thing that disfigured his face were the scars and scratches on his eyes and cheek.

"Ah.", he thought before turned a beet red of embarrassment that blossomed so obviously on his fair face.