Author's Note: A bit darker for the usual stories. This happens in that one universe I talked about with a cat-bird-fish. I may write a random ideas explaining the occupants of A77. 

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 The Hermitcraft/Mightyverse multiverse. A usually calm multidimension plane with the one oddball place where everyone is twisted in their personalities. Well, there are those smaller AUs that have been active with the surge of activities. One of them involves the Evolutionists, and this one involves the hermits.

 That is not the point though. 

 Mumbo paced back and forth. When a man of his stature paces, people tend to pay attention. He occasionally stopped in the meeting room of Sahara. The cooling Summer air that welcomed Autumn sent a shiver up his spine. 

 The hermit stopped walking and looked up at the set of missing posters that lined the wall of the company's headquarters. 

 TFC, Zedaph, Tango, Wels, Void, and now Grian. Tears prickled the corner of Mumbo's eyes as he stared at the black and white image of Grian smiling. It was the last picture taken of him before the newest hermit vanished afternoon. 

 Everyone in the server, including Doc and Scar, searched high and low for him. They even asked Stumpt, EVO, Woltria, and Wattpad, if they had seen something. 

 Anything. 

 The answer was no. 

 EVO, upon hearing the news, temporary closed down the portal between Hermitcraft's world and EVO. X had managed to reopen verbal communication, but physical would remain locked off until Grian was found. Zee and Martyn were sure to enforce this. 

 Stumpt searched through their server, and they found something. The problem was that they found what seemed to be rotten flesh and a piece of a black T-shirt. The four brought to X, and he matched it to TFC's DNA. 

 This sent shockwaves through the servers. All the hermits didn't know what to think. Why was TFC even in Stumptlands? The only important place that was there was the rotten kingdom that held no secrets important to truth about the Watchers or Hermitcraft related mysteries. Besides, the Stumpt four found TFC's shirt on a flag post on a hill by their base.

 It was miles away from the kingdom.

 Mumbo rubbed his face with his clammy hands. The only clue of the disappearances was TFC's shirt. No one else had anything. 

 The hermit turned to those who sat at the table.

 Iskall, X, Ren, and Cubfan. X leaned back in his chair, " We've done everything, Mumbo." he started with his voice barely above a whisper. Mumbo glared at him causing X to freeze up. X clutched Void's helmet, " Maybe...  Maybe it's time to throw in the towel, mate... We're all t...tired..." he stuttered. 

 Mumbo slammed his hand down onto the table. Everyone jumped, and X let out a yelp as he curled up slightly. The towering Architech growled in tiredness, " We are not giving up yet... When I find who did this...." his voice was crackling and hoarse, " I will personally made sure they suffer...." he hissed. 

 Iskall stood up. He put his hands on Mumbo's shoulders, " Mumbo, you're a wreck my dude...." he motioned to Mumbo' mismanaged suit. The redstone stains covered him from head to toe. Mumbo's hair was unbrushed and knotted to the point of being called a rat's nest. 

 " I... I just want to find everyone..." Mumbo croaked as he collapsed into Iskall's arms. Iskall hugged him, " We..... We're trying Mumble, but you need to care for yourself... What would Grian think?" he questioned in a soothing whisper. Mumbo sniffled as Iskall walked Mumbo over to his chair. 

 The hermit sat Mumbo down. Mumbo's gangly arms dangled to the quartz ground. The hermit's eyes were barely open now. The tears had freed themselves from his eyes, and Mumbo had curled up like a sick child would.

 Iskall decided to take the standing role for the meeting now. The Swede wasn't as intimidating as a sleep deprieved Mumbo, but the thought still counted.

 " Ren, Cub, have either of you talked to Doc or Scar about where they go?" Iskall questioned as his blue eye glowed. Ren shook his head, " Nothing. Doc refuses to talk to me now..." he mumbled as his fingers tapped against the table. 

 Ren leaned forward, " When I caught him at the stock exchange building, he snapped at me... He said he was doing this for my own good, but what good is there if you don't talk to your friend?" he questioned as he put his head in his hands. 

 Cub put his hand on Ren's shoulder. The bear hybrid's tail twitched, " I've gotten nothing out of Scar either." he sighed causing Iskall to not. Iskall frowned, " I'd say we change shifts. This little group here needs rest. We've lost a lot..." 

 Everyone excluding X and Mumbo stood. Ren helped X up and picked him up, " Call me if something happens." he sighed as he carried the admin out the window. Cub left in a hurry soon after. 

 " Come on Mumbs..." Iskall turned around and saw that Mumbo was fast asleep. Iskall opened his communicator, " Yeah Stress.... He's passed out again...." he sighed as he sat down in his chair, " Thank you... Stressy..." he smiled as he hung the communicator up. Iskall looked over at Mumbo, " We'll figure out what happened to everyone Mumbo." the hermit whimpered as some tears slipped from his own eye.

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 Cub stared up at the wall of ancient runes. He narrowed his eyes as his tail twitched, " Ahg..." he dropped to his knees as the pain stabbed him like a trident. He sat there, alone, in the dark room. 

 Mumbo's words echoed in the Vex's mind:

 " I will personally make them suffer...."

 What do I do? Cub thought to himself as he looked at his hands. He just wanted Scar back, and the alarm at Area 77 scared him! No one else knows about that wretched place except for Cub, Scar, and Doc. 

 Cub stood up and looked at the symbols that glowed an icy blue color. He sighed and looked at the pale, magical ball that sat on a pedestal. The bear hybrid looked at the ball and rushed to it like a wild animal way. 

 The convex typed away and made the ball reveal a faint image. Within the image, Void, half alive, was present. On Void's lap, was a small, fuzzy, multianimal curled up in his arms. Void stroked the cat behind its ears. The room went dark causing Cub to swear and punch the wall. He looked at his bloody knuckles and shook his head. The warm blood dripped down his hand and hit the stone ground. 

 Cub's tail twitched as his communicator rang. The hermit sighed and recollected himself, " Hello?" he forced himself to smile. It was one of the Wattpadders. He didn't really pay attention to any of them. They would figure things out too quickly. Those gremlins seemed to know everything that happened on the server, but they wouldn't talk. 

 " Cubfan, it's Aqua, get to the usual meeting place and bring everyone except for Doc and Scar. Something bad happened." Aqua spoke in a hushed tone. 

 Cub raised his eyebrow, " What happened?" he questioned as his tail shook, " Mighty's gone. " 

 The hermit narrowed his eyes. Great. Doc and Scar probably got ahold of the wolftiger somehow. Cub looked at the communicator, " I'll gather everyone... " he told the wattpadder and nodded. The hybrid hung the communicator up and growled to himself.

 Twitching his tail, Cub looked around his lab one more time. He clapped his hands and shut the runes off. Cub, nodding his head, walked out of the secret room and back towards the main island.