"Be careful!"

A very familiar voice shouted and Grian felt himself being wrapped in arms unknown to him. However, his focus wasn't on them right now, it was on the cool End's air rushing up against his face. Which was the only thing that was signaling whether or not they were falling.

It should be obvious that they were falling.

An arm let go of Grian and take out rockets then spammed them. He felt air swirling around him and he was facing the black endless void.

He felt something hit his head and back then the sound of chorus plant falling down rang out shortly after. More chorus plants fell down as the hermit tried to land properly. Black and yellow spun around in his view, however he did not felt any form of dizziness.

Eventually, Grian was only facing the yellow endstone.

He felt himself and the hermit crash landed onto the endstone.

"You're good there?"

Grian glanced up and was met with the blue eyes of Xisuma.

"Yeah," Grian answered and got up from the admin's body. Xisuma sighed out and sat up, attempting to calm himself down. He stood up and grabbed onto Grian's wrist, which felt oddly cold. He turned around and stared at the admin with a raised brow.

"You need to be more careful in The End, Grian." Xisuma scolded him softly, his tears drying up. Grian met the admin's eyes, very much used to the repeated warning.

It was a warning heard over and over again for all the hermits, no matter how reckless the hermits were. It reached to the point that none of them were taking it seriously.

However, the way he spoke was different from the usual. Instead of a scolding father, it was a father shaken to the core, warning against his son doing something that nearly took his life away.

"I know, Xisuma—"

"But do you know why?" Xisuma asked, glaring at him, overwhelmed by weird mixtures of emotions. Grian stared at him in shock with widened eyes. He glanced towards the sides as his worry grew for the admin.

He remembered the first time Xisuma warned him. He asked him for reasons as the warning was, at the time, very usual to him. Xisuma was quick to deny explaining why and that he should just listen to the warning. He seemed nervous and very uncomfortable, so, Grian left it be.

And when he asked the other hermits about it, they explained that they had familiar reactions from the admin.

Mumbo explained that the hermits had secrets they'll rather keep until they're comfortable with sharing them. And the hermits just assumed that Xisuma's usual fear of the void, and by extend, The End, was a secret he wanted to keep.

So, they never bother Xisuma about it until he, himself was comfortable sharing with.

But now here he was, gripping onto Grian's wrist, someone who he wasn't as close to compared to other hermits no less, approximately seven years of keeping in this one secret, ready to spill out his reason as to avoid the void.

However, he did felt curious as to the reason, or reasons, why. So, he shook his head, unsure as to how his voice would sound.

"Tell me Grian, how much exactly, do you know about the void?"

Grian widened his eyes at the sudden question. He frowned and answered rather confusedly, "No?"

Xisuma sighed out and let go out Grian's wrist. His body suddenly much more tense than before. He backed up, his arms sticking closed to his sides. Suddenly the endstone underneath his feet seemed much more interesting than facing his friend.

Which, Grian took silence offense to.

Xisuma sighed out and walked towards an already raided end city. He sat against the wall and patted the space next to him. Grian walked towards Xisuma and crouched in the space next to him.

Xisuma took off his helmet, short, messy black popped up and Grian restricted the urge to touch it. He could only see Xisuma's left eye, which was a bright blue. Grian noted a scar in his lip, and the color of it was white with black dots.

"There are a lot of reasons as to why I want you guys to be careful near the void." Grian nodded at Xisuma, wondering how this will end. "The, only real time you guys are allowed to fall into the void is from six in the morning until the evening in six."

Grian raised a brow at him. "Why?" He asked, his mouth gaped open.

"It's the only time you won't face consequences, well, unless the server doesn't have respawn. Then you're dead forever." Grian frowned in confusion, he opened up his mouth to ask it. However, Xisuma cut him off before he even got a chance. "For some reason, the time in the overworld affects what happens when you fall into the void."

Xisuma leaned against the wall and stared at his helmet blankly. Almost like he was remising about an older time so far from him. He shut his eyes and slumped, his head now against the wall.

"Shortly after six pm, between seven to nine, if you fall into the void, you'll be send to another server, or worse, another dimension."

Screaming rang out everywhere around him, he felt himself began to panic as he run around the town.

He heard a crack and froze up. His eyes widened and his panic grew much more larger.

The ground beneath him broke out before he could progress the situation. He was screaming out as air made his hair go upwards.

He was falling...

Darkness washed over him and gravity no longer existed.

He felt himself suffocating, he began coughing. Blood started to come out soon and they turned black. Tears started forming, the tears turning white.

He blacked out.

He gasped and got up into a sitting, holding the blankets closed to his chest. He glanced up at the sound of the door opening.

He saw a brown skin player with black raven hair. They pushed up their goggles and their eyes were a dark ruby red.

"Ten until twelve, time traveling adventure. Sometimes, into the past, the rest into the future. Even seconds."

Xisuma placed the sack of saplings of the 'chorus plant' onto the ground next to him. He took out an obsidian shard. He raised his arm high and brought it down, break the ground to make a crack big enough to place the saplings. As the Watchers had requested him to do.

He glared at the small, puny crack on the ground.

It's been hours since he came into the dimension and everything has gone, mostly smooth, with some very annoying and frustrating bumps on the way.

It was already hard enough to settle into whatever server or dimension he was in along with the Bedlam family.

And don't get him wrong, they were nice people. However, Xisuma just wanted to go home. He felt useless in the household, not knowing much of anything there as it was a bit modded for his liking.

So when one of the family member —Xelqua— offered him to join him in the watching (or listening, whatever suits him) industry, he accepted immediately.

Now here he was, in The End, planting chorus plants as the Watchers (and Listeners in case he fails) thinking of trials for him to go through before becoming one, getting frustrated over a crack not being big enough to fit a chorus sapling.

He sighed out and raised the obsidian shard higher and brought it down.

Maybe he should've listen to the Watchers's warnings of staying away from the edge.

He groaned and rubbed his head, thoughts blurred with each other as he tries to think, What happened? How did it happened? Basic facts such as his name and knowledge of survival remained.

"—I also read from somewhere that the longer you fall in the void, the more memories you lose..." Xisuma trailed off, narrowing his eyes onto the helmet in his hands.

Where exactly, did he got his beloved helmet from? The one he woke up in and held much love to.

He sighed out and shut his eyes.

"For the rest of the... night, I guess, if you were to fall into the void, corruption would overtake you."

A mixture of a yellow and orange heart flashed into his mind. Then a crack formed, one side turning to a yellow green and the other a orange red.

Grian frowned at him, feeling worried for his friend.

How... exactly does he know about that?

He thought back to Xisuma mentioning reading the information from somewhere.

He raised a brow and glanced to the sides. Maybe he could search up articles relating to the void.

Xisuma got up, though, Grian didn't notice it, just worrying about his friend. Xisuma placed his helmet over his head without any trouble. He turned towards Grian, the visor of his helmet hiding his eyes and therefore, the only mean to tell his emotions.

He noted the fellow hermit's absent look. He took out some rockets and poked Grian's shoulder. He turned towards Xisuma with a raised brow.

"Now come on, we have a meeting we're very much late to."