|-Two Weeks Ago-|
Jevin knew something was wrong.
He just didn't know what.
It was like something deep inside of him knew that something was wrong. Very, wrong.
He dismissed it as Demise, even though he was already demised. Maybe the mortals were getting to him with their fear.
Whatever. He shook it off. It was nothing.
He grabbed his trusty diamond pick, never mind that he was the richest hermit on the server; nothing was wrong with mining a few more diamonds.
He quickly darted into his mines, and chose one of his endlessly winding corridors. It always felt like a maze in here, and Jevin was quite sure— well, actually, he hoped he was wrong, because whenever he went, the corridors would change.
It was small enough to not be noticed.
Maybe some shortcut would be closed off, or a new shortcut would appear. Sometimes a corridor he long ago ventured through, would hold different ores than they had had before.
They were small, but Jevin noticed them.
Eventually Jevin chose a tunnel he hadn't visited in a long time. He walked through it, noticing small details.
Redstone torches lighting the tunnel, very sparse. There was more than one time that Jevin had to go nearly-blind into the darkness, hoping that some mobs wouldn't blindside him.
He spotted some diamond ore, which he quickly scooped up into his inventory.
The redstone torches weren't the only thing that was strange about the tunnel. There were far more diamond ore than his previous tunnels had bared. In fact, there seemed to be too many; too... much, of the ore.
The third thing that probably should have alerted him that something was wrong, was that he was feeling watched by something. It was so much so, that he actually checked behind him to make sure that the person who was watching him wasn't breathing down his neck.
The fourth thing, was that instead of decreasing, the feeling that he had before, was growing.
Jevin, decided to push forwards. Maybe it was his slime-side talking, whatever the case, he made his decision.
Jevin walked at least a hundred blocks, grabbing at least thirty more diamond ore, before spotting something he thought was redstone ore, from a distance.
However, as he got closer, he realized that it was darker...like blood.
At this point, everything was telling him to get out of there.
And than he got stabbed in the back— quite literally, actually.
As the sword went through his back, Jevin twisted around, trying to catch a glimpse of the figure, but all he saw was darkness.
He tried to separate the sword from his slime, a trick he had done a hundred times. But it wasn't working.
The sword must've been enchanted. Jevin thought dazedly.
His diamond pickaxe fell to the floor, and than he was Gone.
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̶̨̢̡̢̧̢̧̧̧̢̧̧̛̛͇̦̰͉̮̼͉̰̗͔̠̦̯͎̮̮̥͈͍̼̤̣̙̥̻̣̹̮͔͍̪̠͕̗͙͔̣̫̱̺̭͕̤̺̘̝̞̺̙̙̳̠̥̪̤͕͙̻̦̩͉͉̣̪͎̺̙͉̝͉̥̗͍̜͚̼̬̪̬̙͈̞̗͍͙̭̘͎̹̘̲̳̩͕̖̣̲̥̥͓͙̫͖͓̜̱̩̰̬͚̥̦̦̣̦̟͈̫̯͔̲͉̩̹̺̗̘͓̙̯͕͍̠͎̯̬͙͉̩̤͓͎̰̞͙͚̼̭̬̙̹̲͉̱͍̗͖̱̘̣͍͍͚̗͎̫̰̗̙͔̙̼̘̹̻̙̝̻̘̗͚̘̘̆͂̾̉̈̒͐̽͒́̔̈́̂͒͗͛̽̾̐̓͐̏̊̐̈̐̍̾̉̐̄̋͊̃̇̓̊̓̓̒́͐̊̎̍̄̀̐̐͂̔̄̀͌̎̄̔͂͌̉̽̎̃͆̈́̌̂̎̈́͆͌̆̇̔͋̾́̆̑̏̾̓̑̈̌͌̔̀̊̌̈̏̐̄̈́͋̔̏̿̆͂̌̊̑̏̍͂̌̅͊̂͌͑͋̔̓̊͛̍̈́̐͑̎͊̓̋̅̏̉͊̋͌̃̔͛͂̌̃̇́̓̀̿̏̀̄̔͒̆̽̄̑̔͗̾͌͂̉̄̆̅͊̕͘̕̕͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅ ̶̡̡̡̛̛̛͈̺̞̭͖͙̪̗̖̬̖̝͍̙̲̙͕͖̦̟̟̲̲̝̪̠̼̪͕̯̹̙͖̫̫̹͉̝̻͔͈̪̯̩̦͓̱͖̘̠̭͓̻̣̱͓̤̠̔͒̃̑̌̄̄̋͋͊̍̎̈́̀̀̅̉̈́͐͑͐̈́͂̃̉͂̓͗̾̾̆̈́̒̔͗͂̔́̈́̈́̃̈́̉͐̿̐̅̆̓̀͐̐͊͗́͑̂͒́͂̉͒͂̾̈́̄͒̓͆̓̽̃̈́͊͛̆̔̔̽̎̔͆̏̅͌͋͋̊͐̔͌̏̋̿̿̐̎̌͌͗̏́̈̂͛̉̓̈́͒́̐̇͗͑̈̎̈́̉̅̂̓̈́̐͑̃̍̾͋̀̋̄͗̂̅̊́́͌̅̊̊͐͐͗̒͛̉̉͛͑̒̂͛́̈͛̐̾̾́͆̌̊̓̐͌͛̃̕̕͘̚̚̕̕̚̚͘͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ ̵̡̨̢̧̨̢̧̡̢̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̦̭̹̯͖̥͖̯̰͙̹͉̙̬̜̖͕͍̩̺̞̫̹͍̞͕̥̠̳̰͕͚̟̞͇̟͔̻̘̩̥̻̖͍̻̞̟͓̞̪͖̝͓͔̪̠̝͎̹̮̻̹̯͈̣̪̦̖͙̻͚͉̯̼͙̹̦̠̬̜̰̱͙̫̭̻̮̖͙̠̤̹͉͍̭̙̳̻͙̥͙͓̯̖̥͔̗̗̹̦̙͈̜͍̻̮͚̱̼̫̫͎̹͙̮̟͕̰͛̊͛̿͗̄̒͒́͂̑̒͂̅̈́̒̅͑̿̽̐̎͂͌̏̊̊̈́́̏̑̀̍̀̊͆̂͂̽̾̇͗̈́̒͐͌̈́̃̍͂͆̀̔̽͆̃͗́͆͛̀̑̈́̄̔̀̽̓̓̏̅̾̊̔̑̎͑́̒̈́͛̈́̀͆͆̉͐̏̍̾̀̈̐̏̾̇̍̌͋̊͗̀́̓͆̾̋̀͑̉̎̽̈̀̐̓͛̓͌̅̓̓͛̈̇̓͂́̑̓̂͑̄͊̓͊̉̔͛̓̐̐̋̈́̆̄̓͊̀͌̀̿̽̍̍̕̚̕̚͘͘̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠ ̷̧̧̨̧̡̧̢̧̧̢̨̨̨̢̨̧̡̨̨̡̧̡̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͇͓̼͎̙͈̫̫̪͉̳̭̤̩͚̥̤̻̯̗̬͕̤̮͔̖͚͙͉͙̝̩̘̭̦̥̼̜̙͖̞̱̠̙̥̦̪̦͚̫̻̥͙͇̮̗̪̟̖̝̘̠̭̦͉̻̯̖̜̼͙̪̝͕̺̦̼̼͇̠̲̖͎̜̳͓̪̜̫̟̜̥̮͇̖̜̦̥͈͈̬̪̰̖̲͙̲͖̻͎̠͔̼͈̤̯͕͓̙̳̻̯̲̦͕̖͉̣̲͙̠̱̺̠̗̜̞͎̞̝̣͍̬͈̖̹̙̪̗͕̦̣̠̳̹̲͙̭̞̭̳̪̖̰̙͕̩̪̞̳͍̠̲̩̪̞̜̦͉̗̤͙̤͚̞͕̣͙̦̹̙͙̰͓̅͑̄͒͂͛̾̇̎̊̆͂̿͗̍͋̿͆̅̈́̒͋̅͑͂̉̑̀̇͌͒́̽̿̐͛̅́̐̅̀̋̅͊̾̄́̇͌̄̋̉̓͛̀̒͒̽͐͗͑̃́̒̎̏̈́͑̄̽̔͐͗̎͑̽͛̏̾̃̄̿̂́̓̉̎̌̀̌̃̓͗̈́͊̊́̔̐͛̒́́̽́͋́͌͛̀̂͂̉̿͋̾̿̓͑̆́̊̉͌͑͐͋̆̓̀̀̂̋̍̀̑̃̑̌͑͑̊͌̅̐̇̾̓̊͑̄͑̈́͋̃̓̈͂̓́̄̍̋̓͌́̈́̄̈́́̔̅̋͋̀͂́̊͒̊̿̓̔̃́͛̋̿̀̐͒̌͛̌͌̎̐̐̒̀͊͑͆͐͊̓̊̾̽̋͋̓̈́͋͋̓͘͘͘̚͘͘͘̕͘̕̕͘̚̚̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ ̴̢̨̢̨̧̧̛̻̰̺̘̟̤͈̳̟̹̻̫̟̩͔̱̪̖̮͖̬̗̖̱͎̲͔̝̱̗͕͈̻̙͍͍̪͓͖̯̗̦͕̮̰͈̱͈͉̙̪͍̱͈̼͓̩̩̞̤̮͉̬̼̝̙̥͓̥̇͋̀̐̆͒͂̀̂̅͋̊́͂̉̿̎̔̽̒̀͐͑̈̈́̉̀̃̂́̏̉͂̓̇̄̋̾͂̾̿̚̕͜͜͠͝͝͝ͅ ̸̧̢̢̧̧̧̧̢̢̧̛̛̛̛̛̰̞͉̯̗̠̪̟̫͚͎͙͎̳̖͎̲̭̞̣͕̣̘̺̲̫̘̮͔̲̹̖̩̪̯̗̤̠̲̼̲̠̬͓͚̗͇̲̪̗͙͙̻͙̜͉̹͚̞͓̝̞̻̗̰͕̬̠̲̟̟̫͚̩̩͓̲̼̯̬̣̩͈̲̉̊̔̂̉͋̾́́̊̀͋̈́̎̓̒͊͌̀̽͂͗͆̈̒̌̈͑̓̏̀̿̍̈͒̔̄͛̈̆̿͆̓̀̀̀͐͋̂̍̍͊́́͑̂̃͆̀̎̂̑̽̈́͂̈͋͊̆́̏̉̋̎́̄͗͑̂͆̑̒̀̂̏̔̊̉͋͋́͛̓̽͋̀́̎͑̊̾́̉̄̑̈́̀̍̊̅̆́͛̽̐͛̽̌́̎͑͌́́͒̅̓͊̂͂́́͂̌̎̌̉͗͑̏͋͛̄̀̈̂̀̌͊͋̌̇̋̍̎̄͐̏͆̽̚̚͘̕̕̚̚̚͘͘̕͘͘̚͘͘͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅ ̷̧̡̡̡̧̡̢̢̢̧̛̛̛̛͎͙͙̠͈̝̪̳͙̜̺̦̲̬̖̝̘̼͎̼̰̰̗̭͇̤͚̦̦̩̬̳̤͉̗̲̻͎̩̮̮͍͓̱̹̠̙̮̩͈̱̪̣͎͇̝̞͙̝̩̭̣͍̥̙͎̯̦̳̦̼̳̜̣̬͎̦̥̣̰̰̣͙̫̙̦͕͈̹͎̜͇̳̘̺̝̭̣̗̗̖̖̺͖͎̩͇͖͙̪͍͕̥̩̦͈͚̥̲̣̗̮͍̈̒͒̈̃̉͗̅̑͑͛́̿̋̀̀̈́̂̄̓̅̀͋̾̽̉̐̅̾͑͆̓̓͒̈́̈́͑͆̀̒̈́̀̇̀͋͋͂̑̎̌͛͊̈͑̑̏̾̈́̅̍͊̍̌̄͗̍̽̓͋̀͒̄̇̔̃́̂̑͆̋̈́͗͒͒͛̏̈́̎͛͐̃̌̈́͑̽̀͐̀̏̅̿͆͑̈́̔̏̈̍̈̕̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝ͅͅ ̴̨̡̡̧̡̧̨̧̡̧̨̢̡̧̡̨̡̧̨̨̡̨̡̨̨̡̢̡̛̛̛̪̣̝̘̞̗̪̗̣͖̲̻͍͉̬̟͖̱̻͍̝̩̰̰͖͕̜͇̞̳̜̤̟̭̫̩̤̟͓̺͍̤̺̪̻̖͍͉͎̜̗͎̟̦͕̰̫͈͚̻͈͎̥̪̠̱̭̼͎̫̤̹̹̤̘͈͕͙͍̳̩͕̮̠͍̘̣̗͓̭̜̖̺̰̼͓̭̱̣͙̫̣̭̲̱̘̫͕̲̬̲̯̜̹̘͔̱͙̙̟̼̳͚̹̠̺̯̲̰̱͎̥̘͓̪̥̥̰̖̹̻̙͎̘̣̳͇̞̟̬̘̻̫̣̗̘͔͎̱̘̼̝̮̭̞̭̹̮̮̬̣͕͕͉͕̙͕̯̣̞͎̤̗̺̼̱̗̩̗̹̮̩͉͙͉͕͇̲̹̺̠̪͇̜͚͈̥͎͔̩̩̹̙̮̱̰͎͓͕̉͗̀̐̌̎̓͌͂́̍͂̋͒͋͌̒̔̀́̔̊̄̏̂͊̆͐̾̈́́͂̑̃͐̓͊͋̌͊̀͗̓̀̄̍̎̎̄̿̈̆̇͗̃̆̀͂̑͋͂̽̽̂͑̐͒̀͋̓̀́̿̄͂̄͊̋̉͑̒͛̒̈̊͐͐̓̏͗̑̅̈̕͘̚̕͘̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ ̷̧̰̰̦̱͇̙́̌͊̍̃̅̋̓̂̈́͌̿̆̄͛͋͛̌̀̀̈́̑̈͒̌͗̆̏̚͘͘͝͝ ̷̡̧̢̢̡̡̢̧̧̛̭̖̠̪͚͎̭̰͚̮͈̫̱͎͙̭͖͖͇̥̦͙͍͔̪̮̱̣̳͇̺̭̩̗͔̖̖̲̼̝̰̪̞͔̙̮̫̰̳̯̺͚̘͙̣̻̘̥͇͖̣̥̼̘͎̼̟̳̱̫̙̯̱̼͎̖̖͚̱̬̣͚̯̫̼̘̯̭̪͙͔̳̝̺̭̼̖̀̄͒̄̀̊͒͐́͗͗͋̃̓͋̅̎̌̔̈́̏̈̚͜͠ͅ ̸̡̨̨̛̛̛̣̗̪̲̟̟͖͖͙̥̗͉̺̘̳͇̱͚͍̹̘͙̗̺̳͕̼̖͎̞̝͎̫̩̪͖̼̰̺̭̄̾̿̈́̎̈́́̊̇̉̈́͂̾͆̄̓̑͋͊͛͑̉͑͆̑͐̇͗͒͒̈͛̃́̓̈́͗̇̊̉̏̈́̇́̀̔͐͗̌̌̈́̈́̔̏̆͌͐́̅̍̀̓͐̽̅̊̄͋͊̔́̐̓͂͐̂̎̒̄̊̈́̊̋̈̔̾̾̽̉̈́̒̉͋̊͂̈́̂͒̎̈̃̽͑͒͐̆̽̇͋̃̿̑̀͐̑́͂̾̾̏̏̽́̽̃͊͌̓̓͛̌̊̋̈̍̅̽̆͘̕͘͘̚̚͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͠ͅͅ ̷̡̡̢̡̧̢̧̨̡̡̢̨̨̡̧̨̢̧̛̛̛̛̛̦̟̘̠̤̰̝̲̖̩̻̻͖̱̞̦̺̹̣̱̣̖̰̩̰̘̺̦̻̪̮̣͖̦̗̺͚̲͔̭̰̗͈̗̟̼̭̰̯͓̠̼̥̻͎͉͉͈͓̩͎̳͈̙̹͚͓̮̱͇̻̙̬̫̦͉̮̖̳̹͇̥̤̦̰̯͇͎̼͈̭͇͔̉̔͒̈̓̒̾̑̿̒͂͗̋͌́͆̓̅͆̉͛̈́̀̑̀́́͆͑͊̇̌͊̒̍͛̄̏̑̾͐̾̀̒͑̆̆̓̎̎̐͆̒́̀̄̋͆͐̽̎̓̇̽̿̄̍͂̒́̏̉̍̀̎̂̀̅͆͐̄̍̎̃̄̇́͌͋͒̈̎̀͌̀̒̔́̌̍́̂̆̀̔̃̃͆̊̈́́͋̉̏͊͂̅̎̃̂͑͊̿̒̆̀̃̄̐́̃̒̾̃̑̏̂̈́́̾̈́̌̍̎́̒̿͑̏͌͌́̎̀͂̎̍̇͂̒̄̈́̔́̃̈́͛̃̇̎͋̈̅́̒̆̓̈́̏͂̄̂̏̒͌̑̉͋̒̾̐͊̄̈́͗̆̄̔͑̾̊́̏́͑͊͗̆̕͘͘̕͘̕̕̚̕̚̕̚̚̚̚͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͠ͅͅ ̴̧̨̡̨̡̡̢̧̢̨̨̢̡̧̢̢̧̨̡̡̨̨̧̧̡̨̧̛̛͈͓̼͉̥͖͍̼͔̙̣͚̲͎̗̟̬̖͙̪̼͙̹̥̝̮͙̤̫̬̘̖̗̩̖̳̦̯̝̪͓̪̱͔͍̫̘̖͎̟͕̫̗̠̳̬̖̲͙̙͖͔̠͖̱̯͓͉͓̠̪̮̳̰̺̲̭̩͕̯̲̱̙̗̯͕̝̭̠̳͎͈͇̮͓͕̦̩̻͍̹̤̖͕̬̫͈̫͈͓͍͓̣̮͉̖͓̭̹̣͖̩̜̺̤͎͍͔͚̞͔͎̭̖̯͚̬̹̫̞̫̦̟͎̤̤̲͈̳̭̤̤͙̩̙̱̙̝̺͍̮͔̬̣̪̯͓̟̟̪͇͉͚͎̗͈͙̠̞̖͙̬̮̭̩͔͈̼̙̫̹͈̻̬̯̠̪̤̳̯̥͈̣̩̳̲̤̻̩̭̤̝̭̠̳͍̹͖̹̘̜̤̜̳̞̱̝̤͎̺̮̺̱̫̤̲͚̹̮̺̩̟̥͔̒̊̿̒̿̍̀̎̾̋̈͛̇͗̄̑̂͊̎̇͐̄̈́͆͑́̀̑̋̈́̔̅͛̇̇͆͊̈́̓͒͌͌̒̆͛͛͛̈̀̒́̉͂́͗̽̿̊̈̏̈́̍̀̓͒͋͗̆̒̋̓̇͗̌̀̆̈͛̅̒̍̆͛̈́̾̅̈̀̈̌̇̀͒́͊̅̋̌̓̽̎͛͛̇̽̎̄͐̔̋̎́͛̊͛͛̇̿̓̅͑̽̐̾̂́̑̇́̈̂̽͊͂̑̈́͊͂̀̈̈́̓̓̍͌̔̓̒͂̄̏͛͗̃̂̀̄͗̊̊̔̇̎́̔͒̾̿̏̌̀̾͐͐̌̽͒̏̕̕̕͘̚͘͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͠͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅ 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|-Now-|
Grian and False looked nervously down at the entrance to Jevin's mine.
"Remind me why we decided to do this?" Grian asked her, anxiously.
"We'll be fine," False said confidently, feeling far less confident than she had said.
The mine was definitely sending off some bad vibes.
They descended the stairs down to Jevin's mine.
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Eventually, False and Grian found a redstone torch tunnel.
The tunnel seemed like the source of the impending doom, so they cautiously walked into it, both ready to whip out their swords and start stabbing.
Eventually, they found a suspicious trail of blood.
They followed it, to a large pool of blood, the only thing they found was a pickaxe.
A diamond pickaxe.
Engraved with the initials; IJ.
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𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗 - Hermitcraft Hellhole. Or Tartarus. Whatever works.
Short Story**i, unfortunately cannot write for the Hermitcraft fandom anymore. it's been an amazing ride, and i've met a lot of amazing people. i've had so much fun in this fandom, and i hope the new and old will agree with me here.** Uh.. hermitcraft oneshots...
