The Crew's Book of Hermitcraft Season Six Oneshots

Alone

Evil X had always been defined by his brother. Ever since they woke up on that beach, and he hadn't had a name. Ever since they found these other 'hermits', like GenerikB and Biffa. Since they took care of his brother and his friendly voice, leaving Evil X in the dust. Since season 3, when he made himself known. Since had just been used by his brother as someone too keep the tag game on hiatus, as if he weren't even a person.

Evil X, despite all this, could never bring himself to outright hate his brother for this. Perhaps it was some distant memory from before, perhaps not. The truth was, he couldn't. And that's why he just sadly accepted his fate when his brother had had enough.

He was walking up to his brother, grumbling under his breath. He needed help with a build that was not going well at all, when suddenly, X lost his cool.

"No, no. I can't deal with this. I'm done. Goodbye." A sudden feeling of nausea washed over the man in red armour. The world was spinning, everything was fading to black. Evil X tried to gasp out a cry for help, but it was too late. His brother, the one person willing to put up with his existence, had betrayed him.

Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeee Skip!

Evil X woke up, gasping. He was in some kind of dark room. The only thing around him was a floating window. He rushed over to it, hoping it would hold some way to get out of this place. His limbs seemed oddly light, and he noticed he was slightly transparent. Through the window, he saw his brother, building away, as if nothing had ever happened.

The view flashed, changing to the Convex and Joe. Joe was desperately pleading with the two of them about something. Scar looked uncomfortable, while Cub was laughing. Evil X tried to find some kind of sound, and he did, just in time to hear Joe say:

"I know what I'm talking about! Xisuma had a brother, and now nobody seems to remember him!"

Cub choked on his own laughter, eventually regaining his composure. "Look, Joe. Even if this 'Evil twin' of X's were real at some point, ConCorp have nothing to do with this. If we erased someone from time, we'd make sure we remembered our victory. And it would be Saharia that we erased, not some weird brother of an admin."

"It sounds like, if he was real, he was banned. Apparently banning does that to you. You should go talk to X." Scar continued. As Joe nodded, and took off, he turned to Cub. "Now who were you saying should be the Costume and Set designer?"

Very short Time Skip, brought to you by Mumbo falling off his base. Again. Long story short, Joe needed to help him out.

Joe landed next to X in his base.

"Xisumavoid!"

"Oh, Joe! I was meaning to talk to you about the wither fight-"

"No time! Did or didn't you have a brother?"

"If I did, it was before I washed up in season one. Why?"

"It's just... I remember you having a brother five minutes ago, and now people are saying you don't have a brother, and I'm very confused as to whether or not you have a brother."

"Hang on, something like that sounds familiar. Yeah, it sounds like you're describing someone who's been banned, but I've never banned anyone." X paused, then came to the realisation. "Wait. You have admin powers, too. And yours are... oh."

"What?"

"You can bring back whoever's been banned, can't you? And to do that, you need to remember they existed in the first place. But, surely if he was banned, he had to have done something horrible."

"I don't remember him doing anything that bad. Sure, he was annoying, and messed up a lot, but he always fixed it. For all that he called himself the evil one, he wasn't that mean."

"Well, I guess, if you think you should, you can unban him."

"I'll wait until I find out why you banned him."

The two admins parted ways, and Evil X sat back. So he was that forgettable, that only Joe remembered him. He wasn't even a trace in his brother's mind, a whisper of a memory. He was gone. Then again, despite what Joe had said, the things he'd done weren't accidental. He'd wanted to hurt people in those jealous fits. Perhaps he was better off this way.

Perhaps it was better that the only person he could hurt was himself.

Okay, I'll stop! I'll give you some happy stuff next!

This chapter was your average 749 words long. 749 is a nice number that I find neat, can you guess why?

This has been Pi, and I'll see you all at some point in the future!