Author's Note: Welcome to part 2. The Architect trio realize the mess they're in and take action on checking on the closest hermit to them. Evil X just has a bad realization. 

Swaps currently:

Grian --> Mumbo --> Iskall

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 Grian:

 Oh god everything burns. 

 I can just barely remember working with Iskall and Mumbo on the Sahara Project when my whole body was thrusted into a pain pile on the ground as a red orb snapped me into unconsciousness. 

 My body ached as I forced my eyes awake. The bright sun made my body hurt more as I forcibly rolled onto my stomach. I shoved my hands into the sand as nausea hit me like a thing of TNT. 

 " Grian!" Iskall's voice hit my ears as I looked up. Iskall was wearing the mimic of Mumbo's suit again. I took the Swede's hand and stood up to tower over his smaller frame.

 I rubbed my face feeling the moustache on my lip, " Oh, great..." I muttered as I looked down at my red shirt and jeans. We had all swapped again. 

 Mumbo (Iskall) gave me a worried look as he stared up at me. I frowned at him, " Are you alright? " I asked as Mumbo nodded, " A bit woozy, but Iskall's shorter stature makes this easier to stomach, you?" he crossed his arms.

 My head continued to hurt as I shook my head, " The exact opposite for me mate." I answered slowly as the sickening feeling slowly went away. 

 After recovering, the two of us found Iskall, who was now in my own body, passed out by some shulker boxes. Iskall slowly started to wake up as we approached him.

 " UUgh." Iskall twitched as he opened his eyes to stare up at us, " Not this again." he loudly groaned as he put his hands to his face.

 Mumbo and I held our hands out which Iskall gladly took. We all looked around, " Who casted that spell?" I wondered aloud, " Who else did it effect as well?" Mumbo questioned as we all looked at each other.

 I took out Mumbo's communicator and activated it. 

 The small image of my inventory, which was my actual inventory before I blacked out, was present. 

 The list of the hermits currently online was flashing with TinFoilChef and Biffa being the only two besides us awake. The only problem was it their bodies that were awake or them? 

 " Well, TFC is the closest one to here. We're practically above him." Iskall put his hand to his chin after he dusted himself off from the sand. 

 Iskall adjusted his glasses and blinked rapidly, " How do you see dude?" he looked towards me, " Your vision is worse than mine!" he laughed as I crossed my arms, " You only have to worry about one eye in this world Iskall." I sighed as we started to walk to TFC's vault. 

 I never really interacted with TFC before. Heck, I've never even seen the guy before until now. 

 Mumbo and Iskall say he's an incredibly calm and simple guy. In passing, I've heard that TFC had built a vault that has rather odd testing going on from Impulse and Zedaph. This guy being called calm and simple doesn't fit right in my stomach. 

 We arrived at the door that led down into the deeper portion of the vault. Iskall knocked on the wooden door, " Oi!" Iskall shouted at the top of my, no his, lungs. The three of us took a step back as the door opened with no one behind it.

 A voice came over the intercom, " Shoot no. I didn't want that to open." a deep, fast paced voice spoke, " Don't come in guys. I.... I'm busy!" the voice beeped offline. 

 The three of us looked at each other and immediately disobeyed the voice. Iskall led the way, Mumbo went second with a nervous expression, and I came last. 

 We trudged down the stairs as I ducked under pipes that could've struck my head if I was standing straight up. The sound of disgruntled mumbling came from the bottom.

 " TFC? Hello?" Iskall called out as we reached the bottom. Iskall and Mumbo entered the room normally as I ducked my head low to avoid a thing of lights that hung dangerously close to my eyelevel. 

 The older man was leaning against the wall next to a control panel. He had on a black suit that was closed and a red tie. The hermit was staring into a mirror in his hands and feeling his nose and looking at his teeth by pulling at the side of his mouth.

 " TFC?" Mumbo called out a bit louder than Iskall causing the other hermit to perk up in alarm. Tinfoil shoved the mirror into his inner suit pocket and straightened up.

 " Uh. Ah.. Hey... Hey guys how're..... how're you guys?" he quickly stuttered as he kept adjusting the way his arms were crossed. Tinfoil seemed incredibly uncomfortable in his suit as he looked at us.

 Mumbo walked forward slightly, " We could be better, but you know how everyone started to pass out?" he questioned as TFC awkwardly nodded. This made Mumbo continue to explain, " Well, we found out that our bodies have been swapped with each other." he looked towards us.

 " I, Grian, am stuck in Mumbo's body, Mumbo is in Iskall's body, and that leaves Iskall in mine." I listed the swaps as I pointed at each of us.

 TFC nodded quickly at the explanation, " At least that points out that I'm not losing my mind." he let out a shaky sigh as he attempted to straighten himself up. The three of us looked at him in confusion, " Who are you really?" I asked him as he fixed his suit.

 " I'm Python." he held his arms up awkwardly with a shrug. He let his arms drop to his side. Python (TFC) walked over to us, " That must be awkward. You went from a snake and creeper hybrid to a person." Mumbo crossed his arms.

 Python let out a sigh as we all left the vault quickly, " It's so very awkward mate! I feel way warmer now, and the fact that my muzzle is replaced with a small nose and human mouth is odd." he spoke quickly and raised his voice despite that fact that his voice was still deep.

 " I mean, I know I'm human in the other world, but I'm so used to being a hybrid here!" he sighed as he shook his head. We reached the surface world, " Being Tinfoil just adds to the oddness." he looked towards the sky.

 I took out my communicator and noticed that more hermits were waking up. There was a message that popped up from Tango.

 " Meet me at the rocket shop. Let's try to figure out who's who." the message read. The four of us looked at each other and nodded as we all put on our elytras on. It unfortunately took a bit for Mumbo, Python, and I to get off the ground.

 " Why is flying without a tail so difficult?" Python shouted as he finally got into the sky. Mumbo and I soon followed, " No idea. Yet height different causes so- AAAH - some flight problems!" I briefly stumbled in the air but quickly stabilized. Mumbo's body's own spooniness wasn't going to mess up my own flying skills. Mumbo soon got into the sky and we all took off towards Tango's rocket shop.

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 No POV:

 Evil X was the second to last people to wake up. He looked around and noticed that he could only see blurred shapes that marked out the room he was it. It scared him. 

 Why did the spell effect him? he thought to himself as he noticed a black shaped thing in front of him. The partially blind man reached out and grasped the object. His nausea kept forming his to twitch in pain and discomfort as he pulled the object back to him.

 Glasses. 

 He was now holding someone's glasses in his gloved hands. It was odd that his clothing seemed to swap with him, but Evil X was oddly glad with this fact. The hermits of the server had terrible fashion sense after all.

 EX put the glasses on his face as the world became clear. He looked around in confusion at the homely area he was now in. The slightly older brother of X eventually found his way to the bathroom of the home and looked into the mirror. 

 " Great....." he uttered as he flinched at how soft and foreign his voice now sounded. He was now stuck as one of the kinder hermits of the server, Joehills, and.....

 He dreaded it.