Let me be the first to question this...

What's with everyone confessing the fact that they either eliminated Jevin by melting him in water or made Jevin some slimy milkshake that can be cut into pieces or something?

I am curious, but concerned at the same time-

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--Keralis' POV--

A few days ago, my dear friend Cleo messaged me about purchasing a few stacks of books, children's books specifically, and I was happy to oblige.

But finding children's books proved to be a challenge. I didn't really have a lot of children's books to sell. After all, this is a server full of adults, the only books they need are either how to end people's misery with sharper blades or how to become Elsa and walk on water.

I mean... I'm sure the kids would like to be Elsa and have magic ice powers, right? I want magic ice powers too-

But anyways, after days of scavenging through my whole book collection, I finally found a good amount of books that could fill their curious little minds with so much knowledge. The search did cost me a real mess to clean up at Lookie Lookie at my bookie, stacks on stacks of dusty, old enchantment books towered all over my shop. But hey! It was definitely worth the 2 stacks of diamonds and the beautiful, little hermits.

I scooped up nearly half a dozen books and carried it to the closest shulker box. As I stuffed them inside my big purple purse, I took a quick glimpse of a figure approaching my humble shop. The smile on my face widened like my eyes as I sat on my shulker box and gave the figure a little wave.

"Well well well? If it isn't the goatfather himself. "

"Keralis," the creeper said calmly with his usual little smirk.

"Great to see your beautiful face Doc!"

Docm, the almighty goatfather, stops right in front of the other half a dozen books. He picks up the rest of the other 6 books and asks; "Like some help?"

"Always."

I gestured the hermit to a different shulker box. He opens the shulker and carefully stuffs them inside, gives them a little dusting for extra care before closing the lid. He gives a shaky breath as his shoulders tenses. He looks up at me with worried eyes. "So," Doc mutters, "Hypno and Cleo messaged me something about an emergency. But then they said it wasn't anything too serious, it was just urgent- like be specific here people! Is it an emergency or not!?"

I held back the urge to laugh, considering how Doc currently felt about this message. It seems that no one gave him the context of our current situation here on the server.

" Don't worry, it's nothing life threatening or anything. We just need your help," I explained. Doc's stiffened posture soon relaxed as the creeper finally remembered how to breathe air. "For goodness sake," he mutters.

"But I guess our situation is life threateningly cute-"

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"Mumbo, I want to have a turn on the seesaw!" a young Swedish voice whined.

"You'll put slime on it again!" the young redstoner whined. "This seesaw is for my best friends, like TFC," Mumbo stands proudly next to his little contraption.

"But I'm your best friend?"

"No."

Young Iskall quickly accepts defeat, and sulks back the other side of the room.

"Am I your best friend?" Young Impulse asks softly.

"Yes."

"Yayy!" Impulse excitedly jumps to the opposite of the seesaw and lands on his seat.

"Howdy Uncle Keralis!!" The young poet shouted from across the room.

"Hello sweet face," I waved at the young hermit. I looked back to the hermit next to me as the cuteness of this place already hit him like a bullet. I cheekily smirked the overwhelmed creeper as he struggled to comprehend what he's currently witnessing. "You okay Doc?"

"I-...." Doc took a step back as he failed to cover his red flush cheeks with his robotic hand.

"Ahhh~ Keralis! I see you got the books!" Cleo exclaims. She opens the shulker box and takes a good look at the amount of books in the shulker. She takes notice of Doc's presence and shoves half a dozen of the books in his arms. "I'm glad to have some extra help, Doc. Go give these story books to the kids for me? Thanks."

"Now wAit just one se-" He stumbled back to properly support books near his chest, "we need to talk about that message you and Hypno sent me!-"

"Can I help Uncle Doc? " Joe asked as he took the other half of the books before he could say anything.

"Uncle?!" Doc gave up hiding the blush on his face as he gave the two of us questioning glares. The young poet swiftly took his hand and dragged the poor confused creeper to the rest of his 'nephews and nieces'.

"Hmmm... He seems to be getting along with them just fine," Cleo joked as she clasped her hands together.

"Oooh, I wanna read a book!" Tango cried out excitedly, eyes locked onto the rest of books stacked on the shulker box.

"Can we read about space? " Ren asked curiously, peeking from behind the small red eyed hermit.

"Ohh, I don't think I have a book about space," I mumbled softly.

"Aww."

"But I do have a book about the three little piggies."

"Oooh! Falsie! Let's pretend to be the little piggies!"

"Yes!" False exclaimed.

"I wanna play too!" Tango also exclaimed.

The three young hermits happily accepted the book and ran back towards their pirate ship.

"Umm.. Uncle Keralis?" A hand tugged my white blouse. I looked down to find the little XbCrafted, clutching a book near his chest, waiting patiently for my attention. "I don't know how to read.." He muttered.

My expression softened as I looked at the young hermit. "Want me to read a story to you, Xb?" I asked.

The young hermit's eyes lightened up, and handed me the desired book. I squatted on the lime green wool and carefully placed Xb on my lap. As I opened the first page of the book, a gasp escaped from the young hermit's mouth, he was mesmerized by the colorful pictures in the book. "It's a fish girl!" He giggled.

I nearly felt the same overwhelming feeling Doc felt when he first came here. "Alright. Once upon a time..."

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--Cleo's POV--

"...there were three little pigs and the time came for them to seek their fortunes and build their houses." I read out loud.

Tango, Bdubs and Ren crawled across the floor, acting as the three piggy brothers.

"The first little pig built his house of straw-"

"No! My house is a pancake house," Tango corrected, placing a good amount of pancakes [stones] on the floor and created a small barrier.

For goodness sake- these kids.

"while the middle brother decided to build a house of sticks."

"Now the mean scary wolf can't blow up my house," the little boomer stood proudly beside his small stick box.

"Bdubs. The wolf blows down the house, not blows up."

"Yeah. He can't blow up my pretty house!"

"Oh god-" I let out an exasperated sigh before I found myself chuckling. "They were done with building their houses very quickly and without much hard work. The third pig, the oldest, decided to build a house of bricks."

I teared my eyes away from the book and glanced at Ren, the third piggy. He stood on top of the pirate ship majestically.

" No fair! You didn't do anything!" Young Bdubs cried out, pointing an accusing finger on Ren.

" Bdubs, pointing fingers on someone is not nice," I lightly scolded the young boomer.

"Sorry.." Bdubs muttered.

I gave the young boomer a small pat on his head, reassuring the little guy that I wasn't really mad at him.

"He did not mind doing some hard work-"

How ironic.

"because he wanted a strong house as he knew that in the woods nearby, there was a wolf who liked to catch little pigs and eat them up"

I flipped the next page.

"When the three houses were finished, they sang and danced happily the whole day. After enjoying a lot, just as the first pig reached his door, a big bad wolf popped up from the woods.

" Rawrrr!" Young Scar growled, posing him and Jellie as the bad guys once again. "Me and Jellie are hungry, we want to eat piggies!"

"Don't eat me please!!" Tango giggled as he let out a concerningly convincing shriek for help, and ran back to his pancake house.

"The little pig got scared and quickly hid in his house made of straws. The big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down in minutes."

Scar carries poor Jellie from the ground, grabs her paw, and uses it to push the wall of pancakes [stones].

" My pancake house!"

" Seeing this the little pig ran to his middle brother's house made of sticks. The wolf now came to this house and huffed and puffed and blew-"

"No! Not my hous-" as Bdubs ran from inside his pretend house to stop Scar, his foot tripped on his stick wall and everything went down.

"BDUBS!!" I threw the book towards the ground and sprinted towards the young boomer before his head would hit the floor. I caught Bdubs just in the nick of time, with both hands supporting his back and head.

A sniffle came from the young hermit, as tears formed near the corners of his eyes. "I-blew up my H-house?" he whimpered.

I choked as I held the urge to laugh. "Y-You didn't blow for goodness sake," my voice was muffled from the laughter that tried to escape my throat.

"It's not funny," Bdubs huffed.

The young boomer escaped from my grasp and ran towards the other role playing piggies. I grabbed the unfinished book from the floor and flipped it back to our recent page.

I read out loud, "Now, both the terrified pigs ran to their oldest brother's house which was made of bricks. The big bad wolf tried to huff and puff and blow the third house do-"

"WAIT!!" a young female voice called out.

Falsie ran towards the pirate ship with her iconic wooden in her hand. "I'll stop you evil pig!"

A mischievous smile formed on Ren's little face as he pulled out his own wooden swords and pointed it towards Tango and Bdubs "I'm not your brother, I am an evil pig! Now I'm going to eat you two! Muwhahaha!"

"R-Ren wants to e-eat us?" Young Tango stuttered, looked like he was actually on the verge of tears. "He doesn't love his piggy b-brothers?"

"I love my piggy brother," Bdubs said softly.

"B-Brother-" Tango looked up to Bdubs and pulled him into a brother hug.

"But I'm the bad guy!" Scar cried out. "Why do you play bad guy without me," Scar pouted, grabbing Jellie from the floor once again and hugged her for dear life.

"You can be our brother," Bdubs suggested. The two little piggies walked up to the ex villain and pulled him to a brother hug too.

Meanwhile it was now False v.s the evil pig, Ren, as the two role players continued to fence with each other with their pretend swords. The battle was intense, dangerous, exciting, minecraft's biggest pvp match eve-.........

At this point I gave up narrating this part of the story.

The three little pigs story was forgotten now. I closed the story book and watched the chaos ensue.

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--Keralis' POV--

"...and they all lived happily ever after," I flipped the last page before closing the book. "The end."

"Except the sea witch. She's bad," Xb replied.

"That's right, " I chuckled. Xb jumped up from my lap and shared with me the cutest smile I've ever seen. "Thank you uncle Keralis!" He gave a quick hug before running off to the other kids, leaving me in quite a flustered state.

"AI yai yai, why didn't I get Xb as my fourth kid?" I sighed.

"Howdy Uncle Keralis," Joe ran up to me with a book in his hand.

"Howdy do Joe. You want me to read a story to you?"

The little poet shook his head. "I know how to read. But I don't know how to read this" he pointed his little finger at the title of the book.

"Alright, let's see here... The book is called 'Lemo-" my eyes widened as I reread the title all over again. H-How did this get here-

"Lemon?... Ohhh, it's a fruit book." Joe stared at the book curiously.

"Sorry Joe but can I have the book back please? It's not for kids." I swiftly took the book from the young poet's hands and placed it back inside the empty shulker box.

"Why?" Joe asked. "I like fruit."

"And I like you and your innocence, Joe. Why don't you try reading this book about mermaids instead?" I handed out the mermaid book to Joe.

The young hermit took a good look at the mermaid book for a few seconds before accepting the offer. "Thank you uncle," he bowed politely before running off.

Once the kid was gone, I shot a quick glare at the contents inside that shulker box. How on earth did I identify that book as 'for kids'?

"Can I get a book?" the young ninja popped out of nowhere, waiting patiently beside the shulker boxes.

"Of course!"

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--Doc's POV--

"Uncle Doc?"

I winced just hearing the extra title before my name. My eyes landed on everyone's favorite little shady guy, Etho, who pushed a story book in my arms. "Can you read this for me?" he asked.

"I-.. Why not."

Etho immediately sat right next to me, sliding himself closer to my knee so he can properly see the contents of this book. And if that wasn't enough to make me this wholesomely uncomfortable, Cub and Bdubs joined in, and a couple more of young hermits, and they were incredibly attached with me and I honestly don't know why-

I quickly cleared my throat, then flipped the first page of the book. "It was a typical Friday night,"

Typical? That's not a word you would usually see in a children's book.

"The Sheriff was working the late shift again and Jordan was asleep. Of course. In the darkness of Stiles's room, Deputy Jordan Parrish gets his hands on Stiles and n-"

I slammed the book close and tight and threw it across the room. "Keralis what the fu-"

" You called for me?" Keralis skipped his way across the room before bumping into the curse of a book I threw. He took notice of the book and immediately gasped. He looked at me worriedly and asked; "Don't tell me you read this book to the kid-

" Not on purpose! " I yelled, glaring at the construction worker." Well... I

I did read a book to the children on purpose, but I had no purpose of reading to them-... This! If I knew what it was all about! Keralis!"

"Uncle Doc, I want to read the story."

"Sorry Etho, we're not going to read 'this' book today," Keralis nervously smiled, snatching the book from the ground and hastily flies off towards the exit with the book at hand.

The young hermits who wanted to continue the story, awed to their disappointment." Awww, what about the 'serrif'?" Bdubs whined, leaning near my elbow in defeat.

I scoffed as I ruffled the kids'hairs into a mess. "Relax, it's not the end of the world or something. We can simply get another story book."

"Ooh! Uncle Doc, uncle Doc!" Ren exclaimed, shaking my arm aggressively. "Do you have your own story?"

"My own story?"

"Auntie Cleo was a pirate, and she said that you made a spoopy pirate ship!" TFC pointed out.

"You're a pirate?!" False and Ren gasped.

"Nahh. Pirates are too much for me, they can't even tell the ice cold and a dog apart." A smirk formed on my face.

For the sake of comedic timing, the female zombie glared from behind my back. "Are you trying to imply something here Doc-"

"Why did you make a spooky ship if you're not a pirate?"

Then an idea came to mind. I looked back at the young hermits and gestured to them to come closer. "Sit down kids. Today uncle Doc shall tell you a story..."

Curiosity was written all over their little faces as they came closer to my side, the whole daycare was here to listen to my tale.

"Alright. In a far far away land, there lived a hermit name Docm, and all wanted to do was relax, hang with his friends, and take care of his favorite Bush. Doc wanted peace and nothing else."

"Lieeesss~" a voice whispered in my ear.

"I-Cleo be quiet!"

"Hehehe~"

"Shhhhhhh" Bdubs scolded the female zombie.

"Like I said, Doc wanted peace and nothing else. Until one day... Doc went to his office, only to find his bush feeling a little sick."

"Oh no..." the young hermits gasped worriedly.

"Not the bush!" Keralis exclaimed.

"Doc asked the bush; 'Bush! What happened?!' and the Bush replied, 'T-The chicken... He hurt me. I'm s-o sorry Doc."

"The chicken is bad?" Jevin whispered, clutching Doom the chicken for dear life.

"That's right. The evil chicken and the mischievous crabs hurt the bush! The evil chicken was angry at Doc, because he didn't like the spooky ship he made for him."

"How un-grate-ful!!" The young poet snapped, catching the attention of a lot of young hermits.

"Un-gritul- what?"

"I learned that from Auntie Cleo." :)

"You and the chicken were friends?" Cub asked curiously.

"Yep. We were really good friends."

"Then why did he do something bad to you? Friends don't do bad things to friends!"

"I'm getting to that."

"Wait..." Cleo paused, "Wasn't that ghost ship originally for m-"

"Anyways!... Doc was now angry at the chicken. So Doc gathered all his friends to defeat the evil chicken and mischievous crabs! Doc and his friends use their powers of awesomeness to defeat the chicken and crabs, and cook them!"

"Did you eat them?!" Tango cried out.

"DOC!!" Cleo exclaimed.

"I'm kidding I'm kidding Cleo! Geez." I laughed as she sent more glares at me. "I didn't cook the chicken and crabs."

But they were definitely roasted.

" Doc asked the chicken; 'Chicken, why are you so angry at me? Why did you hurt my bush?' And the chicken replied; 'Because your spooky boat hurt me, so I wanted revenge'."

"Uncle Doc," Bdubs raised his hand, "What is re-ven-j?"

"Revenge is like... If someone hurts you, you hurt them too." I explained.

"That doesn't sound nice."

"Right you are Bdubs. Doc was also hurt by the chicken, and he did the same thing to the chicken by trying to cook him. Doc and the chicken wanted revenge. The two could've just told each other that they were hurt, instead of hurting each other again and again.

"So Doc and the chicken are both bad?" Xb asked.

I found myself softly chuckling at the young hermit. "I guess you could say that. If you hurt someone because they did something bad to you, then that also makes you bad. I do hope that you kids don't do the same like Doc and the chicken. Alright?"

All the young hermits nodded in unison. Silence filled the whole daycare, something that rarely happens, considering the fact that these kids were incredibly chaotic and boisterous. Soon the silence was ruined by a curious little Etho.

"What happened to Doc and the chicken?"

"Ahhh~ right. Doc, his friends, the chicken, and the crabs agreed that they did not like the fighting, and they didn't want to hurt anyone. So everyone came together and promised to never seek revenge like that again. The chicken helped make the Bush feel better, while Doc removed the spooky ship. And the two became friends once more....The end. "

The silence came back once more, except it wasn't really awkward. Smiles slowly formed on the kids' face, Cleo and Keralis' expressions finally softened after the banters we had earlier, and Etho jumped up from the floor to let out a satisfied grunt. " I like the story," he mumbled.

"Another story! Another story!"

"Maybe tomorrow Ren. It's almost time for you guys to go home," Cleo finally spoke, picking up the extra books scattered on the ground.

"Awwwww!" Everyone said in unison, even Keralis. "I need more season 6 stories!" The construction worker whined.

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An hour has passed since story time. The sun has nearly set and all the adult hermits already picked up the younger hermits. That leaves me, Cleo, and young Joe in this empty daycare. The young poet rested on the shulker box, reading another story book. Meanwhile me and Cleo continued to chat as we nearly cleaned up the whole daycare.

"You know Doc? I honestly thought you were going to tell them that you and the Star team members won the war, when in fact we all know that it's a big fat lie!"

"But I didn't," I smirked at the female zombie. She replies with a chuckle, as she finally places away the two wooden swords inside the ship. " You nearly did it though."

"Yeah.."

"Let's go Joe," Cleo called out the young poet. Joe immediately stuffs the book inside the shulker then ran up to the female zombie and held her hand. As we were about to walk towards the exit, Cleo stopped in her tracks, then looked back at me.

"You know Doc? I've been thinking about this for a while now. Would you mind if you could take care of a young hermit on your own? Just one kid though!" She exclaimed.

I stared at the female hermit for a while, caught off guard of the suggestion. "W-Who do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of Bdubs, since you two have been close buddies this season for a while now. I'd consider Scar as an even closer friend to Bdubs this season, but you know, he's also a kid. Plus both of your bases are really close so it's easier for you two to travel. What do you say? "

I gave myself a few seconds to think about this idea, but time felt slow as I started thinking more about it... I'm not exactly sure if I'm capable of taking care of a child, but..

" I'll think about it."

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Okay... I do have a link to the actual sm*tfic. [But I highly suggest keeping your innocence, please-]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2352257?view_adult=true

Fun fact: There's actually a little something I did during the part with the three little pigs.

Here are some hints:

-Tango is an incredibly active, blonde kid

-Bdubs mistakens the word 'blowing down' as 'blowing up', so he's a boom boom boy.

-And Ren is suddenly a dangerous pig.

Good luck!