Chapter 5 - History Repeats

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Dream SMP

Terrible things were happening on this server. From what the SMP members got from the meeting, they knew that Karl had a point. What was to stop the terrible things from the SMP from happening here too?

Now that Skeppy had brought up the possibility of the Red Egg coming, the SMP members were more worried than ever. There were many new people here so what if the Egg had a stronger effect on them?

Last time, Skeppy had sacrificed his life, an SMP member got killed and the only way that the Red Egg was stopped was putting it in a blocked off room that only immune people had access to.

What was the SMP to do?

Many SMP members couldn't get any sleep that night. Not even George, the one who somehow managed to sleep through so many wars.

Too much were on their minds. What if events should've happened on the Dream SMP but they got to this server before they had the chance to happen?

No one could sleep a wink. Not even the Hermits. Not even Bdubs.

Not a wink was slept that night. No one was able to rest. This was all much too stressful. Too stressful for the SMP. Too stressful for the Hermits. Too stressful for everyone. Even Michael and Shroud didn't sleep. Well, Shroud of course, but Michael knew that something was wrong. From his parents' faces to their concerned voices.

The SMP members were now even afraid to go mining. And of course, the Hermits found this highly unusual.

So a few days later, another meeting was called. This time, it was just Dream, Skeppy, Bad, Puffy, Tommy, Xisuma, Grian, Mumbo, Gem and Pearl. Everyone else just did their own stuff.

. . .

"This is a very serious issue," Mumbo said, cutting into the awkward silence. "This is starting to affect everyone."

"Yea. I wonder what made you figure that out," Dream said, sarcastically. Mumbo glared at Dream.

"You guys are afraid to even go mining," Grian said.

"And you guys won't even go to bed!" Tommy said.

"That's only the HEP!" Xisuma said. "Including a couple of other people."

"HEP?" Skeppy asked, confused.

"Hermitcraft Environmental Protection Agency," Grian said. "That's Scar, Bdubs, Keralis, Xisuma, Tango, Cub, False, and Mumbo."

"Well, still," Tommy said. "And not all of us are afraid to go mining!"

"The immune ones aren't afraid Tommy," Puffy said. "But that's very few of us."

"So why don't we just wear armor?" Tommy asked. "It protects us."

"We're afraid," Pearl said. "We're afraid that the moon will crash into this server too."

"Crash?" Bad asked.

"That's what," Gem said, hesitating. "Killed TFC, xB, Hypno, Jevin, Joe, Stress, Etho, and Beef." The Hermits all seemed to tense up, even Gem.

That was the end of that meeting.

. . .

Bad had told Skeppy to go ahead without him. Skeppy just looked at him and went back to their house.

There was something that was bugging Bad. Something was calling the demon. Maybe not literally, but Bad felt...Weird..

Bad followed the unexplainable voice as it got stronger. Then he heard an all too familiar voice that had never, ever belonged to a person. He looked up and what he saw, horrified him. A split second later, something about the demon changed.

Karl's prediction was, unfortunately, right...

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Hermitcraft

The moon had just kept on getting bigger, which meant it was getting closer. Closer to the crash.

Cub, Doc, Ren, Mumbo, and Sam were doing everything they could to stop the moon crash. However, they had no luck so far.

Grian, Iskall, Tango, Zedaph, Phil, and Techno were ignoring the situation. They were planting spoons all over the server in secret. Especially in Mumbo's area of Oakland Castle. This confused the hell out of people.

Xisuma kept staring into the sky, his mind in panic mode. Scar was nervously stroking Jellie. Impulse was slowly losing his sanity.

People were losing more and more sleep.

Nothing seemed to make sense.

Only one thing was clear. The server was falling into shambles.

Hermits and Dream SMP members alike were trying to take action. More meetings were called, and less and less people attended each time until it was just Xisuma and Dream. The two admins.

"Xisuma, we need to do something."

"We're doing everything we can! It's not easy being the admin of a group of people who are slowly and slowly losing their minds. Everyone is panicking."

"I know what that's like. I'm from a server where there are real wars, not ones for fun. A server where you can die. And I'm the admin of it."

"I just don't know what'll happen if the moon crashes again..."

"Well, we'll figure it out soon. I hope."

"Hope is all we have now, and even that's disappearing. Can we make a truce?"

"We have to. And it was one silly little argument. We can't avoid each other forever because of it."

"You're right Dream. We need to forget the past and focus on the present. And what's to come..."

Cub, Doc, Ren, Mumbo, and Sam were running out of ideas.

"We could blow it up!"

Cub sighed. "Mumbo, last season you tried that and it failed. Horribly, I might add. The acronym for your missile's name was LOL IT FAILED."

"Well are we supposed to knock the moon back on course somehow? I don't know how we'll manage-"

Sam interrupted Mumbo. "That's what everyone here is trying to figure out. We already knew we had to knock it back on course."

Ren decided to speak. "What if we build a rocket that uses a lot of power so we can lasso the moon and pull it back to orbit?"

Doc slapped his face. "Do you really think that will work?"

"It was a serious idea." Ren said.

"This is about the fate of the server, Ren." Cub said calmly.

Mumbo looked as if he just had an idea. "If we can somehow figure out how to push it back into orbit..."

Sam smiled. "That could actually work. It'll take a lot of planning."

"I agree." Cub said. "We'll need to pull it too. Maybe if we find a strong enough material Ren's idea of a lasso might be able to be incorporated into this."

Doc laughed. "Well let's work on it!"

Now that they had an idea, the five of them got to work. They had multiple graphs working out the calculations for the project. They worked on it for multiple hours, and the plan was almost completed. Then, something strange happened. Doc and Ren were slowly looking more and more like they were in a trance.

"We have to go." They said in unison.

"Alright then..." Cub murmured.

Now there was only three of them working on the plan. They had finally finished it late at night, for the most part. They still needed to figure out a material strong enough to help move the moon. Then they could work out the rest of it. That's when they decided to call it quits for the night and get some rest.

Over the next couple of days, they had started working on building their plan. Doc and Ren didn't show up. They were currently asking around the server if there were any strong materials that could push and pull the moon. They eventually decided to split up to ask around so it would be quicker. Sam decided to talk to Wilbur, while Cub was talking to Scar and Tubbo.

Mumbo found Tango leaning on a tree.

"Hey mate!"

"Oh- Hey Mumbo! Is the plan on fixing the moon issue working out?"

"Yeah! Brilliantly, actually. That's why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"We need a material that has the power to push and pull the moon back into orbit. Know the names of any?"

Tango cleared his throat. "Gravity."

"Ha ha-" Mumbo said sarcastically. "Wait- That might actually work!"

Tango smiled, and playfully rolled his eyes. "What did I tell you?"

Mumbo grinned. "Tango you're brilliant!"

"Always am."

"Thanks for the help!" He yelled as he ran back to get Cub and Sam.

"Ok Mumbo. What did you find out? Anything that can help us?" Cub asked.

"Gravity! I was talking to Tango and he said gravity!"

Sam slapped his face. "Yeah- We're officially stupid."

"Tango's clearly smarter than us combined!" Mumbo said in response to Sam's comment.

"But how will we manage to use the force of gravity?" Sam asked.

Mumbo frowned. "Uh- I don't know."

"Well we have to figure out something." Cub said.

Mumbo playfully rolled his eyes. "Alright then, Mr. Smarty Pants."

It was much more difficult without Doc and Ren. They all knew it. Nobody said a word about it though. In fact, Doc and Ren were acting strange. Too strange.

In fact, the Hermits were starting to make shops as they were used to in Hermitcraft. Ren didn't make his signature 'Big Logz Inc." or "Bigger Logz Inc." Whatever he would all it now, he didn't create a log shop. The Hermits knew Ren made a log shop every season since Season 6. Even though there was a chance he had decided to not make a log shop anymore, he was still acting strange.

Doc was acting strange too. Maybe it was because he wanted to be respectful to the Dream SMP members and the Hermits, but Doc wasn't doing anything to break the server. He wasn't figuring out how to make infinite rockets or summon a ton of lightning to one tower. Nothing like that.

Instead, Doc and Ren were barely seen anymore. They would show up once or twice during the day, then disappear. Nobody knows where they go...

Eventually, Cub, Mumbo, and Sam had figured out how to stop the moon. However, it would take a while. It was time to get to work.

Xisuma, meanwhile, was in his room. He stared out the window at the moon that was constantly increasing in size. He heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Enjoying your time on this server, Xisumavoid?"

Xisuma felt a tranquilizer dart hit him in the arm, and he blacked out.

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L o g z
-Pleb

G R A V I T Y D U H

-Galactic