The End? 

Also, in advance sorry.

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Upon hearing the voices getting louder, the hermits froze, unsure of what to do now.

"Okay, calm down," Impulse started, giving the hermits a smile. "It's gonna be simple. Me, Grian and False are going to go in and give you guys a signal to get in, okay? So just wait."

"Okay... I guess?"

"Okay. See you later," Impulse whispered towards them. He waved at them and followed Grian and False into the room.

—{POV SWAPPING}—

—{LOADING...}—

—{SWAPPING SUCCESSFUL}—

Impulse head into the meeting room, a bit behind False and Grian.

"Well, well, well," Stress said out loud. Her mismatched eyes glinting at them, "Look who decided to show up." "In our defense, only one of us had a Quicksand membership," False replied quickly, pointing her hand at Stress. "That's fair," Stress stated, nodding her head, "I mean they cause a hundred diamonds."

Iskall let out a loud and dramatic gasp as he placed his hand on his chest, "Traitor." Stress rolled her eyes at (It's so tempting to write 'her boyfriend') him. She smiled at him and opened her mouth to make a remark only to be cut off by Biffa trying to quiet down everyone. He turned towards the three hermits and gave them a smile, "Glad you guys could make it. Please go take a seat."

Grian went towards Scar, who had obviously saved a seat for him. While Impulse went to sit in between Zedaph and Tango. (Team Z.I.T. Zedaph, Impulse and Tango. I had to, okay?) And False just went to sit on any free seat.

"Okay, so..." Biffa started, staring at the gathered hermits. "Let's get this started—" "Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold up," Ren interrupted, standing up and causing everyone in the room to turn towards him. Biffa raised his brow at him, "Yes Ren?"

"Doc isn't here yet, Biffa. We can't have the meeting yet."

The admins' and ex-hippies' eyes widened. "What?"

—{POV SWAPPING}—

—{LOADING}—

—{SWAPPING SUCCESSFUL}—

The hermits were all silent as they waited for the signal. None of them spoke and just waited for a sound of a rocket going off. They froze upon hearing a rocket going of...

...above them...

They quickly turned up and caught a Player flying towards the building they're in. They jumped back, trying to figure out what to do. But unfortunately, said Player already landed in front of them.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm late! But the—" The Player cut himself off as looked up, he widened his eyes and his mouth gapped opened.

"Uhh... Hi," Ren greeted awkwardly, waving at him. "What in the world?!" The alternate Doc yelled out, stumbling backwards.

He was still a creeper at least... But everything else? There were no visible robotic parts on him and his hair covered the left eye similar as how Stress covers her right eye. He wore a white button-up cardigan, within it was a black sweater and the similar blue jeans with tears at the knees. He also wears a pair of black boots interestingly enough... 

DOC GET SOME SHOES.

"We can explain..." Xisuma piped up but all attention turned towards the multiple footsteps coming to their direction.

"What the hell?!" The alternate Ren yelled out as he stared at the other hermits. He wore a pair of goggles similar to their False, holding up his hair and a mayor outfit False wore. However, he was quickly shoved to the side by a robotic hand that glowed magenta.

She pulled out a trident and pointed it at the hermits. "You!" She exclaimed. 'She' being Stress. Her right eye was fully showed as a robotic magenta eye similar towards Doc's. Instead of ice covered hands, they were robotic hands that glowed magenta. Her cardigan was replaced with a jacket, judging from the rough material. The jacket was a dark shade of pink with tears on the sleeves and near the bottom. She wore a black crop-top that has tears. Her blue shorts remained as well as her winter boots.

The hermits all froze upon hearing a crossbow being loaded. Cub quickly pulled out his own crossbow and pointed it at... himself? Not as in pointing it at his head but rather his... alternate counterpart???

What was the difference? Not much, as the only visible difference was he doesn't wear a lab coat. Literally. Everything else was almost the same.

Biffa immediately ran in and stood in front of the hermits and the government agents. "Woah, woah, woah," He started, "Calm down."

"Calm down?!" Ren said, getting back up. "How exactly can we remain calm about alternate versions of ourselves in here?!" Ren yelled out, gesturing them. "Now I know not a lot of things doesn't make sense here on the Hermitcraft server, dear," Doc finally spoke up after fully recovering. "I mean my base has been taken over by a bunch of green flower-covered peaceful ravangers."

"But this?" He gestured towards the hermits, "This doesn't make any sense."

"It actually does if you would just. Let. Me. Explain." All the alternate hermits but Biffa, who was very physically relieved, all tensed up. They turned around to be met by their Xisuma leaning against the door frame with crossed arms.

Xisuma pushed himself off of the door frame once he was noticed by the hermits he was used to. He gestured the room they all ran out of, "How about you all head back before I make you myself?"

"Sorry Xisuma!" Stress squeaked out. "Didn't mean to cause any harm," Cub quickly said out loud, "Just wanted to keep the server safe."

"Are you saying Biffa and I are doing a terrible job at that?"

Immediately, a bunch of 'No's came out from Stress and Cub's mouth. Xisuma rolled his eyes at them, "I was just pulling your leg, guys. Don't be so anxious."

He looked back at them, "But in all seriousness though." His eyes narrowed down at them, "Do go back."

They ran back into the meeting room quickly after that. Xisuma turned towards Ren and Doc and gestured towards where Stress and Cub ran off to, "That counts for you too." They nodded their heads and walked after them.

"And you too hippies." "We're not hippies anymore!" False yelled out.

After a long silence, Biffa finally spoke out.

"Thank you, X," Biffa sighed out loud, "I was so worry for second there." Xisuma gave Biffa thumps up, "No problem, bud." He walked back into the room and head towards the meeting room.

"Now, anyways," Biffa said, turning around to face the other hermits. "Let's get you over to meet the others." Biffa rubbed his face tiredly, "This meeting is long overdue."

With some hesitation, the hermits followed Biffa into the meeting room. Hoping the other hermits of the world was a bit more peaceful.

Once they made it to the room, Biffa told them to stay where they were. "I'm gonna tell you to come in when it's time, okay?" Was what Biffa asked before quickly entering the room.

"Biffa, what the hell was that all about?" A voice sounding like Scar asked out.

"Yeah. And why did Xisuma got involved? He barely gets involve in anything!" Iskall's voice called out.

"Beffern, are you alright my friend?" Joe's voice rang out rather calmly.

"Are we getting more members?" The final female hermit's voice asked out.

"Quiet please," Biffa called out exhaustedly. "And to answer your question. You'll see soon. Same answer as earlier. A bit of yes and no but leaning more on no. Kinda...?"

"Kinda?"

"Same answer towards Scar's question," Biffa quickly replied. "Alright, come in guys!" He called out towards the hermits.

After a long time, Xisuma first walked in, quickly followed by the other hermits. They walked in the meeting room and was met with a giant quartz table with spruce chairs around it. Occupied by the alternative counterparts of the hermits.

"Okay, what the hell?" Scar asked with confusion instead of shock. He wore a simple brown trench coat along with a brown fedora resting peacefully on his hat. Almost as peacefully as Jellie, who's purring on his lap.

"This is very unexpected," Mumbo said, staring at the hermits in full confusion. Oh shit, he looks the exact same. Fuck, how are they supposed to tell the difference now???? "No joke, Sherlock," Iskall said, clearly conflicted on how to feel about any of this. OH SHIT. HE'S THE SAME TOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. TWO ISKALLS ARE TOO HARD TO HANDLE A- Abort, I'm sorry! I just can't.

*laughter*

"Did they really wrote that in?"

"Y- yeah. Holy shit. Fuck. Why? I can barely keep a straight face whatsoever."

"They really are my creator, huh..."

"Ander. Can you please continue? I don't want to cause our creator to cut off a bunch of audio and tried to connect them."

"O- okay, fine."

...

OH SHIT. HE'S THE SAME TOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. TWO IS– Isk–

*laughter*

"O- okay, I can't. Ajex, you take over."

*footsteps fading*

*door opening*

"Call me when you're done with all the screaming part."

*door closing*

...

OH SHIT. HE'S THE SAME TOO. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. TWO ISKALLS ARE TO HARD TO HANDLE ABORT MISSION. ABORT. Oh wait, they can't.

They're stuck in another damn universe.

"I can't believe they intentionally gave you a line."

"Neither do I. But I think it's because of my voice in text form."

"True..."

"ANDER. GET BACK HERE."

"OKIE."

*door opening*

*footsteps*

...

"Okay. This is just weird," Iskall said out. Which Iskall you may ask, the one that yeeted himself into the void.

"Welcome the new hermits?... I guess."

Seriously?! I broke down near the end.

Awwwwww. We were so close! :(

Hey. At least, the viewers won't have to face our stupidity.

Yeah.

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There might be more Interdimensional Fics in the future! M I G H T

Anyways, have a nice day! :)