Hermitcraft Fanfic Fun :3

They Turn Back Eventually (heh)

Hello folks! Damnit I've been dead here on Wattpad for too long, have this lol.

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S7 Setting

Third POV

Ex grinned as he snuck into Chat's basement. She wasn't online, he wouldn't get caught, but it was better, and more fun, to sneak in. He'd gotten one of his chaotic urges again, so he figured that it wouldn't hurt to throw some potions. As he entered the room, he was greeted with hundreds of rows of potions, in every color imaginable. He made a beeline for Chat's favorite, and most abundant, brew. They were all a swirling purple, but with different flashes of color. They were all labeled "Plot Convenience" with a subtitle in a different language he didn't stop to translate. (French Galactic) The Void scooped up as many different potions as he could and stuffed them in his inventory as he raced away from Chat's base. He was soon flying over the Shopping District, and he spotted his brother walking along the new road with a shulker. Ex grinned widely and dove behind the nearest shop and pulled out a potion, stifling an evil giggle. He peeked around the corner; X had just passed by. This is my chance! The red armored hermit thought gleefully, then leaped out of cover, flinging the potion at the other twin. Xisuma had barely turned around before he passed out. Evil X smiled and leaned down over the unconscious admin. "Sleep tight, Suma." He whispered, before making his way into the sky. He saw Grian, Mumbo, and Doc sitting on the edge of the island, talking and laughing together. Ex felt a bit bad for ruining their date, but hey, it was all in good fun! Doc had gotten up and had his back turned when Ex dropped a potion on Grian and Mumbo. The pair yelped and passed out as quickly as X had, and Doc spun around will a yell. Ex giggled, dropping a potion on Doc as well, who managed to say a few choice words before he fell over, fast asleep. The 'evil' hermit let out a maniac laugh, checking his communicator for who was left on. Iskall, Stress, Ren, Bdubs, and Wels were left, this was gonna be fun. Ex headed for the hermit-infested jungle first, quickly spotting Iskall working on his Omegatree (of doom). The Swede appeared to be facetiming with Stress as he worked. Excellent! That's perfect. Evil X thought, landing solfty behind the Swedish hermit. He yeeted a potion at Iskall, hitting him square in the head. Stress started yelling frantically as he fell off the branch he was standing on, but Ex quickly caught him and turned off the communicator. He pulled Iskall to safety and hid in the leaves of the huge tree, waiting for Stress to arrive. She was soon leaning over Iskall's prone form, pulling a health potion out of her inventory, when she was also hit by a potion. Ex put her with Iskall, grinning as he flew towards Ren's base. The werewolf was passed out at the base of his work in progress megabase, snoring loudly. The alter laughed, tossing a potion at the already sleeping man.

~Two Easy Potion Drops Later...~

 About an hour later, Evil X was relaxing in his cave, the potions on Wels and Bdubs had gone smooth and easy, and now all he had to do was watch. Ex opened up his communicator to watch what happened, amused.

~Meanwhile...~

When X woke up, he was not expecting this, of all things. The admin was curled up inside his helmet, which now seemed to be as big as he was. He pulled his extra mask out of his inventory, which seemed to be the right size. He put it on and crawled out of his strider-shaped helmet, looking around warily. Since when was the Shopping District so big? He felt like he was a foot tall in comparison to the huge space around him. He cut himself on a glass shard, making him choke back a wail. Why do I want to cry so bad? The admin asked himself, pulling the shard out of his palm. "Wew dat doesm't wook wite..." He muttered, then winced at his voice. Of course, he'd been hit by a splash potion, and now he seemed to be roughly two years old. He wiped the purple blood off his hand and sniffled, looking around. His communicator, he could send for help, maybe. But as he tried to stand to go get it, he fell back down and started bawling. Well, this is embarrassing. He thought, but didn't stop himself. Maybe someone would help if he cried. 

As Grian and Mumbo came to over at the edge of the Mooshroom Island, they both yelped in perfect sync. After all, it's not exactly normal to be hit with a potion and wake up a cat hybrid. Doc was still passed out, and showed no signs of waking any time soon. "...Well, at least Doc's not awake yet." Grian finally said, his tail swishing. Mumbo shrugged, standing up. Grian also stood, then kneeled down over Doc. "Uh, Mumby, mind if you could lend me a hand here?" He asked, trying to lift the creeper. Mumbo nodded with a chuckle, and helped the other hermit get Doc to the side of the road of the Shopping District. Mumbo pulled out his communicator and messaged the group chat, his ears out to the sides.

Iskall and Stress practically fell out of the tree they were in when they realized what had happened. The particular potion used for them was a body swap one, and it gave the two quite the fright. Iskall, no, Stress, took a shaky breath and pulled out Iskall's elytra. "Should we head to Ren's place, luv? He could help." She said, wincing as her eye made a clicking sound. Iskall nodded. "It sounds so weird to hear you talk with my voice..." The Swede said with a weak chuckle. Stress nodded with an apologetic smile. "Sorry luv. Need me to help you?" She asked, letting Iskall lean on her. Stress' body had apparently gotten a sprained ankle from the rough landing, and the healing potion had tumbled down into the jungle. Iskall whimpered a little as he put weight on it. Stress looked uncomfortable. "I could carry you if you like, luv." She offered, and Iskall nodded with a sigh, letting Stress pick him up. The two headed for Ren's base, but Iskall had Stress' communicator out, just in case.

Ren was awake by now, and very obviously panicking. Rather, it would be obvious, if you could see him. What had been Rendog had been reduced to a wisp of black storm, which was spinning like a miniature tornado with flashes of lightning arching through him. He couldn't even open his inventory, and could barely see anything. He swept himself over in front of his starter base, crying. Actually, raining. He was making a small puddle in the red sand below him. He swirled his communicator into his 'eye' so he could see it. 

Bdubs woke up at the base of his mountain, flat on his back. He sat up and winced, then stood. He was alarmed to discover he was a phantom hybrid, his ribcage and spine exposed, and a small boney tail swishing behind him. He had batlike ears and his skin was an indigo color in patches, and when he held his hand up to his face, it was bathed in a sickly green glow from his eyes. "Okay, okay, okay, okay, this is bad, this is very, very bad, stay calm, stay calm...!" He said to himself, fiddling with the indigo membrane that started at his wrist and went down to his waist. He pulled out his communicator to message the others.

Over at Wels' place, he had the least calm reaction out of everyone. In fact, there was a large smoking patch in the field the surrounded his base. in the middle of this patch was a massive golden dragon, who was snarling to himself, digging his claws into the soot and ashes at his feet. The dragon was laying in a crescent around his armor, and he was holding his communicator up to his snout, glaring at it. Wels was ready to flame whoever did this to him, and he would do it again and again until they couldn't respawn anymore.

The same message came up on everyone's screen.

<MumboJumbo> Guys, it's an emergency, we should meet up at the Town Hall.

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I, ah, decided to split this because it was getting a bit long, hah. I'ma start the next part in a few minutes, should have it out today! :D

~Chat, signing off~