Kinda forgot I had hermitcraft books for a while whoops-
Sorry for not updating (again) I'm currently working through a Ninjago phase and am struggling to do things that isn't simping over Cole and shipping Jay and Cole, and loving Cole, and reading Cole fanfic- Yeah I love Cole

Anyway back to minecraft people

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Joe stretched, putting his phone in his pocket as the general group chat went off. Yeah, that was gonna get annoying real quick, but oh well.

"Alright, Joe, keep an eye out for spooky angry evil ghosts who like to possess people. You can do that." Joe muttered to himself, smiling as he dug through his inventory for some blocks. He quickly realised he was out of wood, which was inconvenient, to say the least.

He quickly strapped on his elytra, flying towards shopping, where he saw team ZIT yelling and chasing each other. ...Wait, was Impulse's hair on fire...? He decided to avoid that mess.

He landed quickly at Ren's wood shop, hearing Impulse screeching at Tango and Zed. Sometimes a server dad has just gotta avoid the chaos, you know?

Joe dug through his enderchest, pulling out his shulker and a few diamonds.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

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Can't believe that failed! What went wrong...

Iren had his hands in his pockets - Did he even have pockets anymore? What did he have, he couldn't really see himself in a mirror. What's a pocket? - when he saw a man land close to him. He raised his hands in defence, but then remembered no one could see him. It didn't matter how long he'd been like this, he was never going to get over that. The man, who he recalled was named Joe, walked straight through him.

"Rude!" He shouted, crossing his arms. He honestly didn't know why he said that. Wasn't like anyone could hear him. It was mainly for his own entertainment. Oh, well.

Iren knew it had been too soon since he had last possessed someone. But hey, this was a golden opportunity, no way was he gonna pass this up! Sure, it may hurt for a little while, but what's a little pain when you could have the whole server at your feet? He grinned, and followed Joe into the wood shop.

You know how parents tell you not to play with your food? Well, that's pretty much what Iren was about to do.

Look, if he's about to take over the server, he may as well have fun doing it, right?

He gently tapped Joe on the shoulder, knowing full well that Joe couldn't really see him. However, Iren could have some tiny effects on the world around him, like poking people. Granted, it feels more like a baby just tried to smack you, but it worked, because Joe swivelled around, wondering what the heck just happened.

Joe raised an eyebrow, pushed his glasses back up his nose, and turned back to what he was doing.

Iren huffed. Well, that was boring. He leant against the wall of the shop, staring at the ground.

"Now, let's see, dark oak, or spruce... hm..."

"Oh my god, just pick one! They're almost identical!" Iren shouted, facepalming. Then, it hit him.

Why the hell was he still standing there?

God damn it, Iren, you could have probably possessed him by now and taken over! Ugh! Alright, fine, let's just do this!

After a few attempted, mainly because Iren is a dumb twit who kind of forgot how to possess someone, Iren finally worked it out. His eyes flashed, as Joe's eyes flashed blue, and Iren disappeared, once again.

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"Where the heck are my glasses."

Joe felt around the floor, as far as he could. He finally felt his hands touch a pair of glasses, and he quickly put them back on his face.

Yeah, there wasn't really much to see. The room was completely black, and all he could see was some form of screen?

"You're awake!"

Joe blinked.

"Pardon?"

He looked around, confused, before seeing Iren standing there, grinning ear to ear.

"Well, howdy, Joe! As you can probably tell, after my last attempt... which was, ahem, foiled, somehow... Uh..." Iren faltered. "Okay, I'll be honest, I didn't exactly think about what to say here, but I'm taking over your body, and then the server, that's the basic outline of it."

Joe raised an eyebrow, again. "Taking over the server again? We all know how that worked out last time." The chains rattled as Joe made a few gestures as he spoke. "Look, maybe we could just... talk over this? I dunno, sit down, have a chat?"

"Uh, no. I'd rather be at the top, with all of you BEGGING for mercy!"

"Oh no. Please do not do that. I am begging you." Joe stated, emotionless, staring into Iren's eyes. The sarcasm was dripping from his voice.

Iren glared at him. "You dare mock me?! You'll see!"

Joe looked to the left, and to the right.

"You know, I heard tea is a good way to reduce stress."

Iren threw his hands up, yelling in frustration, before turning around and stomping away, probably to force Joe's body to do things against his will. Joe laughed softly. May as well piss off the angry ghost.

Joe wasn't trapped in his own head with an angry spirit.

The angry spirit was trapped in Joe's head with him.

...Because that makes sense.

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"Oh, hey Joe!" Cleo smiled, landing on her feet behind Joe. "You left your shulker box at my base, so I wanted to give it back." Cleo reached into her inventory, as Joe turned around, staring into her soul.

"...You okay?"

"Oh, never better! Now... Submit!" Joe shouted, demeanour going from weird to insane in a Split second. He pulled out a sword, which immediately fell out of his grasp. Joe quickly leant down and grabbed it back, acting as if it had never happened.

"...Okay... are you feeling alright, Joe? You need some tea or something?"

"Oh, poor, innocent little Cleo... She just wants to be known in the world, but she's just a zombie! She's not even human... how sad."

"Alright, I dunno what you're on about right now, but you are not acting like yourself, mister." Cleo dropped the shulker she was holding, inwardly hoping there was no valuables or breakables in there, and crossed her arms. She kept her gaze trained on Joe, ready for fight back should he attack.

"Whatever do you mean, Cleo? I have never been better! Give up while you still can!" Joe swing his sword around in his hand, probably attempting to look cool, but failed when it hit him in the face. Luckily, it was the flat side, not the sharp edge.

"...Uh-huh. Yeah. Very scary."

Cleo's mind wandered back to the conversation in the group chat. Why was Joe acting weird? It was almost like he was possessed!

...Possessed...

Oh dear god, no.

"Iren, I swear to god, get out of my best friend or I'll break your spirit legs."

"Oh, come on! Why does everyone always figure out its me!" Joe, or, well, Iren, shouted, throwing his sword to the ground like a toddler.

"...You just told me... And, you also just dropped your weapon!" Cleo shouted, jumping forwards and grabbing the sword, rolling into a kneeling position. She stood up again, holding the sword.

Wait, he's in Joe's body... uh...

"Do you have any idea how irritating he is! Stupid man has just been talking in the back of my head- his head- uh- WHATEVER! He's been talking about how tea reduces stress the whole time, so that's a nightmare! And then you come here and ruin everything! Why can I never just take over the server! Is that too much to ask?!"

Oh, sorry, Joe, you'll understand later...

Cleo took the opportunity, while Iren was ranting, to drop the sword. She didn't want to kill Joe, just get that spirit out of him.

So, she ran up to Joe, and punched him in the face.

Iren shouted a cry, before falling back. He could hear Joe laughing at him in the background, and shouted in frustration. Cleo was standing over him, with a sword pointed at his neck.

"Fine! Take him back! He's annoying anyway!" Iren shouted.

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"Get out of here, okay!" Iren clicked his fingers and the chains shattered from Joe's wrists. Joe stood up, rubbing at them, as they were pretty tight. Joe felt a strange pull towards the screen he had to watch everything go down on, but he turned back to Iren for a moment.

"Remember what I said about that tea, alright?"

That's when Joe's vision went white, and all he could hear was Iren angrily screaming. Mission accomplished.

Joe woke up to a very sorry Cleo, and any trace of Iren gone. Cleo decided to update the others. At least Iren wasn't in his head anymore, that was a plus. Joe was just good at being Joe.

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ZombieCleo: Guess who we foundddddd

PythonGB; Lemme guess, Iren?

ZombieCleo: You guessed right! We have a winner!

ZombieCleo: All joking aside, he possessed Joe but was an idiot about it

ZombieCleo: Should I ping X?

PythonGB: I say yes because this is important tbh

ZombieCleo: Aight

ZombieCleo: @Xisumavoid get on here and read up

Xisumavoid: Oh dear...

Grian: X, is there a way you can ban him?

Xisumavoid: I'm afraid not, he's not on the whitelist so, I can't. I don't even know how he got on the server.

Cubfan135: This is all my fault

Xisumavoid; Cub what do you even mean?

Iskall85: If this is about the whole argument, then no, it's not your fault, it's Iren's and Iren's alone.

GoodTimeWithScar: Are you okay Cubby? You need a hug? I'm coming over there and you're getting hugs you don't get to answer

TinFoilChef: If I see him around I'll kick his ass and let you know about it

FalseSymmetry: ^ same

WelsKnight: Count me in with the 'Kicking of Iren's butt'

JoeHills: Stop swearing this is a Christian server

StressMonster101: Oh Joe! You're okay! How are you feeling?

JoeHills: I mean other than Cleo punching me in the face I'm okay

Iskall85: Wait she what

JoeHills: It's okay I swear. Being possessed, however, isn't okay. I was possessed for less than an hour, so how the heck Mumbo dealt with being possessed for over three weeks? Yikes.

MumboJumbo: It... wasn't too hard? I barely knew he was there until the last week or so...

MumboJumbo: Sorry, I don't want to talk about this anymore...

Grian: Mumby :(

Iskall85: U guys want me to come over?

MumboJumbo: Yes please

Grian: Yes please

Iskall85: Omw sorry Stress the boys are more important

StressMonster101: I see how it is :( Go and have fun with the boys tho :D They need it

Grian: Stop talking about us as if we're not here

Iskall85: Stfu we do what we want

StressMonster101: lmao

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Word count: 1838

FINALLY UPDATED

DONT SACRIFICE ME PLEASE IM SORRY

I SWEAR I HAVE A GOOD REASON!

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Okay Ninjago isn't exactly a 'Good reason' but

Chapter three, babey! And yes, Iren is still bad at his job.