Hermitcraft Oneshots and AUs (Season VI And VII) ((FIN))

Angst/#evilcinnamonbuns-We trusted you

For the #EvilCinnamonBuns challenge 

language warning

Third person

Etho watched in horror as Stress stepped out of the medbay, shaking her head sadly. His knees hit the ground as he started sobbing. His cries escalated to grief filled howls to the night. Next to him, Beef stared at Stress in shock while Ren sobbed hysterically. 

Time blurred, the lives around him became meaningless to Etho. Why? Because Doc was dead.

Doc was murdered on that night, however not a soul knew of that fact. The oxygen tank had a poisonous gas mixed with it, the culprit getting away unseen.

Sobs racked Etho as Cleo struggled to restrain him, as he was lashing out at anyone to tried to stop him from clawing at his arms. Ren went feral for a month and a half, the werewolf going nuts on anyone who tried to approach his base. 

The killer got away scot-free, without anyone even realizing that a crime had been committed. First it had been Cub. Then Grian. Then False. And now Doc. All in four week intervals. Nobody noticed the pattern.

Well. Other then Joe, I should say. 

The grief stricken rabbit hybrid set off to find out who was doing this, killing all of his friends.

Joe went to X first, showing him all of his evidence.

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"Please, X, I'm begging you to listen to me!" Joe snatched X's sleeve as the admin tried to walk away, only to be shoved away by the man. "Joe-"

"X there's no way this is all a coinci-"  X whipped around, slapping Joe across the face as he couldn't contain himself "SHUT THE F*CK UP JOE!"

For the longest moment, they stared at each other. Joe with shock, holding his cheek where X's hand had hit, and X with angry tear filled eyes. 

"shut... up.. You're g-grieving Joe. Have you seen yourself? Are you even hearing whats coming out of your mouth? Come back when you are, because you are hurting people by implying that one of us is a murderer." 

Joe was silent, staring at X as he struggled to register what had happened, before Joe spoke up, voice cracking. "You.. Your wrong X... In four weeks their will be another hermit in a coffin. Trust me when I say that." He turned around, barging out of the door and knocking over Zedaph on his way out, ignoring the mans surprised shout of "Joe? Are you crying?"

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A tack board was slowly covered with papers and red string as Joe desperately tried to figure out who was killing people. Connections popped up left and right, but none of them led to any solid sources or proof.

Nobody visited, probably all to busy grieving to notice Joe's absence.

Bags grew under his eyes and coffee cups, both plastic and mugs, began to appear around the room. His desperation grew as four weeks became two, and he stopped sleeping at this point.

He continued to add to the board, breaking pencils and breaking down himself more then once.  His hands began to shake 24/7 and one of his arm muscles would randomly spasm. He didn't care. He had to find the killer, even at the sacrifice of his own health.

A week before the next kill, he heard a banging on his door on the edge of his hearing. He ignored them, and they left after a few minutes.

Joe began to slip, sanity cracking as he fought his natural needs to find who was doing this. 

He didn't know what day it was, or what week it was when he heard a banging on his door once again. A voice came from outside, sad and cracked. "Joe? I.. I don't even know if your there, but it's me, Scar. Um... Th-the B-boomers are g-gone, a-a acc-accident got th-them, an-and we haven't seen you in a-a wh-while, so I just-"

A choked sob came from Scar, and Joe wanted to get up, to respond, but he was to weak. The only noise he made while trying to stand was the noise of a plastic cup getting knocked off his desk.

Scar didn't hear it, his sobs breaking Joe's heart. They where so... so.. Broken. He sat there, unable to to anything as the broken man slowly collected himself, quietly mumbling, barely loud enough for Joe to hear. 

"X is... bad. He-he ba-barely even t-t-talks anymore, T-TFC k-keeps a-a eye o-on him. E-everyone h-ha-has forgo-for-forgotten about you." Scar choked on his works, crying softly again. Joe struggled to stand, weakly grabbing the edge of his desk and trying to get up.

His legs gave out under him and he collapsed silently to the floor without a sound as Scar finished. "Pl-please c-come ba-back Joe." Footsteps faded as Scar ran away, the wizard fleeing back into the world.

Joe lay there, eyes flickering closed as he struggled to think properly. He wasn't able to, and he fell asleep seconds later.

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When he came to, his bones ached. Faint voices tugged at his mind, along with a loud bang as someone kicked the door down. Frantic and determined, the voices moved around him. 

The man didn't know he had slept for three and a half weeks before someone finally saw that he had fallen into a sleeper mode and decided to break it. He didn't know that even while sleeping, he still looked like shit. He didn't know that blood was dripping from his ears for a unknown reason. And he definitely didn't know that his head was currently being cradled by the killer themself.

He passed out again.

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Joe took his time waking up, finding himself in the medbay with Stress checking his IV bag. "St-stress?.." The medics head snapped towards Joe, and she gasped.

"Joe! Your awake-thank the nether-one second I'll get you some water." She vanished as Joe struggled to collect himself, barely registering Stress's words. His mind was tangled in vines of confusion.

What had happened? Had Scar come back? How long had he slept? What day was it? When was the next kill? Suddenly, a glass of water was pressed to his lips and he tried to drink a ton, but Stress only allowed him a little.

He finally started to gather coherency, he became aware of a tightening in his throat and a very odd taste was on his tongue. And it hit him, he started to gasp for air as words spilt out of his mouth "It-it-it was p-p-p-poisoned-"

Stress's hand grasped his chin, directing his eyes to look at her "I know it was Joe. I really thought you where smarter then this, after all, you where the first one to figure out what was happening."

Confusion slapped Joe across the face as breathing became more and more difficult and his throat started to close up. His lips started to turn blue as he lurched, struggling and fighting to breath. Then he realized what had happened.

Stress had poisoned him. She was the killer. She had been killing everyone. Joe's final words came loose from his lips, pure hatred lacing the words "W-we-we t-trusted you."

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JoeHillsTSD drank from a poisoned glass

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Did it work out well?

Is my evilifying sufficient?

I_love_Polar_Bears, the creator of this challenge, how did it turn out?

Anyways, bye readers.

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