whoop sorry for taking literally forever to update I just didn't find much inspiration lately.. please leave requests I'm running out of ideas-

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The world was silent. Everything seemed exactly the same- yet so different. A lone figure slowly walked around the desolate shopping district, sticking to travelling by foot, despite the fact that he had a perfectly functional pair of elytra strapped to his back. He walked into Tek To The Skies! again, only now noticing the utter state of disrepair it was in.

The concrete had faded and cracked, the chests were empty, and some broken, and the ender chest in the corner had just barely survived. He noticed it, and picked it up. Who knew when it could come in handy. No rockets lay in the chests. No smell of gunpowder, or sound of crackling fireworks. It was quiet. Too quiet.

A rustling in the bushes sounded behind him, and he turned around, half hoping it was another human being. No, nothing but a chicken walked out. He pushed down the disappointment bubbling inside of him, but scooped up the bird. She clucked happily, flapping her wings. He smiled, stroking her feathers.

"I'll call you... Sally.." It was funny though. He was pretty sure someone had named their pet chicken Sally sometime during the season. He just... couldn't remember who. He brushed it off, however. It didn't really matter.

Then he continued on his way. As he walked, he felt more and more... off. Like there was something he didn't know, or something he didn't remember... what though? He froze suddenly, staring out across the approaching plains. Voices echoed in his head.

"Shishwamyvoid." It was such a stupid word, one that didn't make sense at that, but he vaguely remembered it as a butchered pronunciation of his own name. Laughter followed afterwards, but the name always stuck with him. And another one. "X-I-Suma." It had been a mistake on the speaker's part, he believed, but it eventually turned into something resembling- "X-I"-death noise- "Void." Another joke, one he'd retaliated with another bad pronunciation. But- he just couldn't remember his name.

Xisuma squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to go back years in time, watching as memories flashed by. Every single one had their own touch of uniqueness to it; but the voices were really what drew him in.

A bouncy, energetic American one. Two, or three of them, actually. A boisterous laugh, a strong Swedish one, a German one, quite a few British ones- they were all so familiar, but try as he might to put them to faces, all that remained were grey blanks in his mind.

"Nope, don't go there. Too many guardians, too many." Each one lasted for barely anything before another one appeared.

"How did you say my name?"

"Yep, I'm a turtle this season."

"What are you guys wearing, Power Ranger outfits?"

"Why are you spamming bananas in chat?"

"The dogs! The dogs! Uh- uh- shoot something! I'm dead- I'm dead like that!"

As each person disappeared from his memory, he forced himself back to the present, only now noticing the tears dripping down his face. It wasn't pretty, but who was there to see him? Still, the voices remained in his head, but the names and faces were a blur.

By then, the wind had picked up slightly, and Sally squawked unhappily, jumping out of Xisuma's arms and running away. "Hey, come back!" He called after her, not wanting to lose the only other living thing in a two hundred block radius. Chasing after the elusive chicken for over a hundred blocks, he stopped to catch his breath... and noticed a small cave which Sally was just entering.

She clicked her beak, waddling inside. The cave was inexplicably already lit up, the walls glowing with torchlight. He pulled one off of the wall, holding it in his hands, maybe as a precaution. He wasn't exactly sure why, due to the fact that he had a nice, enchanted diamond sword resting right in his hotbar... but he didn't want to use it for some reason.

There, resting on the ground, was a leather-bound book, tattered, and stained. But the golden cursive letters on the front still stood out loud and clear. Hermitcraft Season IV, it read. Xisuma's eyes widened, and he quickly picked up the book, but taking care not to rip or damage any of the pages.

With bated breath, he opened to the first page. It was magical. Literally, as the scene before him was moving, showing something. 'A brand new start,' the caption below read. July, 2018. Every person in that frame seemed a complete stranger, yet he saw himself among them.

Without warning, one of them yelled out, "For Sparta!" Before running forwards, and punching another one, who stumbled back indignantly. Brushing it off, he asked, "So, what is Hermitcraft? I mean, like- maybe some of us haven't heard of it."

Some laughter. Then one spoke up. "We play together. Like a family. That's what Hermitcraft is, a great big, psychotic, dysfunctional family." More laughter. The scene faded out to black. Xisuma flipped the page, eager to see more.

The past two years spread out in front of him, all contained in that one, small leather-bound book. The Civil War. The Hermitgang diss track. Working on his base, finding old friends, establishing a not copyrighted at all store, Idea. Hermitville, Demise... It was all like a wave, crashing over him. So when he flipped the final page, all it said on the back was...

To be continued.

And with a satisfied smile, he finally managed to rest. Peacefully.

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The next morning, he was woken rather abruptly. "Shishwamy. Shishwamy. Shishwamyvoid, wake up." Someone said, shaking his shoulder. Xisuma blearily opened his eyes, to find another person staring down at him.

"Keralis?" He asked, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes.

"Yup, it's me. How've you been?"

"Uh- I- what happened?"

Keralis shrugged. "Dunno. We were all just kind of... what's the word? In limbo, let's say. Very boring time, great that you finally figured how to get us back."

"But- I didn't do anything?" He asked, confused.

"Yes you did. You remembered us. And... bam! We're back! Come on, the others are all outside."

Still confused, he followed Keralis outside, where a large group of people were gathered. "Guys! Look who I found." A few heads turned his way, and smiles broke out. Xisuma still stood there in silence.

Someone broke it though, yelling out, "GROUP HUG!" Before running in. Somehow, he ended up at the bottom of it, and being underneath over twenty people wasn't fun... but they were real, they were there, so what did it matter?

Everything was okay again.