As Doc and Death were wandering around the Nether, Joe and Cleo where wandering around in a desert, looking for Enderman. With no luck.

"I can't believe this!" said Cleo, shooting the fiftieth husk of the night, "Where are all the Enderman?"

She tuned to look at her companion when he didn't say anything, "Joe? You ok?"

"Something's wrong," said the poet gravely, "Very wrong"

This made the zombie panic a bit, "What's wrong? Is it one of the others? Did something happen that you saw?"

"No, nothing like that," said Joe gently, eyes still looking out for tall black end people, "It's more like something feels wrong, like I'm doing something horrible"

"Something horrible? Like what?" asked Cleo, looking at her friend with worry, "And why do you feel like this? You haven't done anything bad"

"It's almost like I feel like I'm possessing someone, corrupting their mind," said the brunette weakly, "And the worst part is that I can tell that they trust me, I'm someone they look to for protection. I'm using them, and they have no clue. And I don't know why I feel like this, it started a few hours ago..."

Cloe put a hand on Joe's shoulder, a comforting smile on her face, "It's just a feeling, maybe it has something to do with that dude arriving? Whatever it is, I'm positive it's not you"

"No, Cleo, you don't get it," said the blue shirt wearing man, eyes locked with ten girls, "This isn't just some made up feeling, I know it isn't! Some part of me is hurting someone!"

"Your not kidding," breathed Cleo at the serious tone Joe used. And at his nod she looked up blankly, "Someone's using some part of you to corrupt another person's mind? Why? And who's doing it?"

"I don't know, I wish I did, but I don't," whispered Joe, looking up at the moon as if that would answer his questions, "We better continue to look, maybe go hunt in the End instead of a desert"

"Are you sure you're ok to continue?" asked Cleo, "You seem pretty shaken"

"I'm fine-"

"Your not," said a calm, yet stoic, voice, "Far from it"

The two whirled around to come face with-

"Grian?"

Behind them stood a figure resembling their lost friend, but at a closer inspection they could see it clearly wasn't Grian. First he was way too tall to be their gremlin, second his hair was black, and lastly he was made out of metal. This was the robot they'd seen the first day, Robot Grian.

"No," responded Rodger dryly.

"Why are you here?" asked Cleo suspiciously.

"Why do you think? To help you clean the desert of sand?" asked the robot sarcastically, "No, I'm here to help you get the Enderman eyes"

"Alright, but no funny tricks!" threatened Cleo, she wasn't going to let this hunk of junk hurt her friend, not as long as she could stop it.

"No funny tricks," promised Rodger, "Now can we get going? I'd prefer if we got done as quickly as we can"

And so the newly assembled hunting group set off to find Enderman.

In a completely different part of the server, at Xisuma's raid farm to be more exact, the rest of the Hermits where discussing how they'd get a ravager and a Vex put without dying over and over.

"It's impossible!" cried Zedaph for the hundredth time in the last minute, "Why can't we just go near villagers with the bad omen effect? Why is that so hard?"

Everyone froze in their discussions at the blonds words. He had a point, why didn't they do that? And so they flew off, Xisuma already having the effect on, heading to the nearest village they could find. The rest of team ZIT came up and congratulated him for finding it out, and Zedaph was pretty sure he heard Tango brag about him and even call him the MVP of their team to Ren. Which made the tanned male blush, no matter how many compliments he will get he'll always blush, especially if there from Impulse or Tango, and god forbid they both did it at the same time. He becomes blushing puddle then!

At the thought of his boyfriends Zedaph looked over at Iskall and Mumbo. Grian was their boyfriend, so how where they holding up? Looking at them you could see not to well, they both had almost completely dry tear tracks (though you could still see them if you look close) and bags under their eyes. They clearly weren't taking care of themselves, and Zedaph wasn't going to let that go on any longer.

He quickly told X what he had planned before gliding over to the two Architechs and motioning for them to land with him. Both looked at him questioningly, but they still followed him down.

Once they had landed the blond spoke up, "Ok, you two aren't doing anything until you've both eaten and gotten a good full eight hours of sleep"

This got them both protesting, they didn't want to stop now! They were so close to getting the things needed to find Grian, they weren't going to stop now!

"Shut up, both of you!" cried Zedaph, very much done with the two, "How can you possibly help Grian of your one step from passing out?"

Iskall looked defiantly to the side as Mumbo hung his head in shame. Both knew he was right, they just didn't want to admit it.

"Look," said Zedaph with a sigh, "You love him, and you want to save him. But think about what he'd do if he saw you now, what would he do?"

"He'd force us to bed," whispered Mumbo, a small fond smile on his face, "Then he'd lay atop off us, making us unable to move until we've gotten the right amount of sleep, the damn hypocrite"

"Then do that, it's the best thing you can do for him right now," said the tanned blond, "Go get some sleep, let the rest of us get the ingredients"

"But what if something happens and we're needed?" asked Iskall, looking back to Zedaph.

"Then we'll come get you," said Zedaph simply, "As long as you have your communicator and tell us where you are then there should be no problems"

The two finally caved at this. As much as they wanted to help, being sleep deprived wasn't a good idea when trying to catch pesky flying Vex mobs or trying to wrestle a ravager. So sleep it was.

They decided on staying at a cottage Grian and made randomly one night, since then it had been there little get away place. Which meant that Zedaph had absolutely no clue where it was, so they gave him the cords for it before flying away. Some sleeping was on the menu, and they were starving.

Back at the desert things could be better, there had been literally no Enderman in the slightest.

"Tell me why we're not just going to the End again?" asked a very annoyed Rodger, growling at a random cactus that had the audacity to not move out of his way.

"Because the Evolutionists are there getting the dragons breath," sighed Cleo, not liking this either.

It was silent after that, just like it had been the other five times the robot had asked.

At least it was until Joe cried, "Enderman!"

And as they all looked up they could see the signature tall black slender body, along with the magenta eyes, of the mob. Score!

As they started to advance towards the oblivious mob Cleo noticed something, "Wait, I don't remember Enderman looking like that"

And she was right, Enderman don't look like this. Sure they had some draconic traits, like scales and sharp claws. But this one looked completely different from that. This one was still tall and black in coloring, but there was no scale in sight. Instead it was covered in some armor like thing, and under it they could see fur sticking out.

It slowly turned its head to look at the group, and in an instance they all thought of one thing.

"We need back up"

"Yup"

"Oh, yeah-definitely"

——-Time to answer the Q&A questions!——-

I'm doing ok. It was good when you asked this though!

They do! Though I won't reveal anything until the story does ;3 

I don't really get this as well, are you talking about Joe? I'm going to assume that you are. And why was he in the hospital? Well, when he was younger he had random episodes of memory loss, so he went to a doctor to try and get it fixed. We saw him get a check up, and he talked about remember more and more and having less episodes of memory loss.

I'll see what I can do! I won't force it into the story if it doesn't fit, but i'll do my best to get it in.

Arachnophobia. That's all I'll say.

Is  Grian a Watcher in this? Hmmm, no not really. I mean, he's part Watcher, but not so much that the Watchers will be doing anything big in the story. And Architech, definitely! I've watched it form from the very start! Why do you think I'm getting a Sahara hoddie?

Never tried it, so I can't say.

It's called desert because it's deserted. 

Surprisingly, this isn't based on TRSNS, it's actually based on an old YouTube series called Redstoner! And I'm pretty sure TRSNS was based on it too, but I'm not sure.

I've seen it, not my type of thing.

Well, beacons called bacon because it's called bacho in German, and that translates to buttock. So that's why that's so. And cookies? Their called that because in Dutch their called koekje which means small cake. So that's why.

<>That's chapter 18 everyone! I hope you enjoyed it! As a little warning, chapter 19 is a torture chapter. So I ask that you all get ready for that, because I'm thinking of not letting Fallacy hold back. 

Little self promotion: Go check out my book called Red Dusted Past! It's an AU about a Grian that knows redstone, I really like how it's going so far so I'd like to share it!

Now, have a wonderful day everyone!<>