Word Count : 1652

Hermits (Major) : TFC, xBCrafted, XisumaVoid,

Hermits (Minor) : ImpulseSV, GeminiTay, Grian Xelqua,

Hermits (Mentioned) : GTWScar, Bdubs, Mumbo Jumbo, FalseSymmetry, Joe Hills, Docm77, Cubfan135, ZombieCleo, iJevin, Welsknight, Iskall85, Hypnotized, Keralis,

Warnings : Personal Headcanons, wounds, violence, swearing, slight body horror,

On August 13th, 2022, TFC sadly passed away. This is my version of coping as well as my tribute to TFC. I may not be active on Wattpad a lot, but God damnit I'm gonna come back just for TFC.

So sit back and enjoy some TFC being an absolute beast of a miner/pvper and destroying the warden because that's what I think he would want.

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POV : TFC 3rd
The caves were not the same in this new world. The caves had always been nice and quiet, they provided a comfortable ambience and they were easy to turn into a living space.

But in this new world the caves whispered dark and ancient secrets. Terrible secrets that had supposedly been buried with the Aether's fall.

Apparently that hadn't been the case.

The sightings and rumored passed across the server like a chilling whisper. The hermits spoke of ruined cities far below the surface, ruins with shards and fragments of history that should have remained lost, just like the beast that guarded it.

ImpulseSV was slain by {*** ******}

"It was huge," Impulse had said, a shell shocked expression plastered on his face as he sat at spawn. The wounds that remained even after his respawn were nothing like the others had seen before.

GeminiTay was slain by {*** ******}

Gem had been the next to fall victim to it. Her eyes had remained completely black for an entire month after the encounter. A reminder of what had happened. "It shrouded itself in darkness, I couldn't run even if I tried,"

GoodTimesWithScar was slain by {*** ******}

Bdouble0100 was slain by {*** ******}

Mumbo Jumbo was slain by {*** ******}

FalseSymmetry was slain by {*** ******}

Grian Xelqua was slain by {*** ******}

"If the Watchers were trying to scare me," Grian later added after being the seventh individual on the growing list of Hermits that had fell to the hands to the monster. "They're succeeding,"

Joe, Doc, Cub, Cleo, Jevin, Wels, Stress, Iskall, Xisuma, Hypno, Keralis... It was all coming to a head, and TFC was sick of seeing all the death notifications of his friends- no- his family. His rage only grew as he listened to each victims recall of what happened.

It had been xB's death where something inside TFC finally had enough of watching all his family get hurt. It personally had decided that this thing had to die.

TFC had been in the shopping area for some shulkers when his communicator went off with a loud ding. A ding that TFC immediately began to associate with death.

Feeling a familiar discomfort of dread, TFC pulled out his communicator and looked at chat.

xBCrafted was slain by {*** ******}

XisumaVoid : Where

Mumbo Jumbo : Send Coords!!!

Joe Hills : Weren't you going to the tundra for snow???

Grian Xelqua : Was it the same place the others and I saw the thing???

ZombieCleo : Coords please!!

XisumaVoid : Nobody but xB talk omg!!!!

Docm77 : Not helping!

XisumaVoid : You're not helping! >:O

TFC watched chat explode with more questions and banter for a moment before putting his communicator away and equipping his elytra.

With rockets in hand, TFC shakily took off into the sky and headed toward xB's base. He never had been one to use the wings, but right now was an emergency.

The flight was quick but tiring and he greatly relieved when he touched down at xB's base.

Everything was quiet- way too quiet. It was like stepping into a null zone. Nothing felt right, not even the sun- which had been pleasant in the shopping district- felt normal. It was all weird.

"xB?" TFC called out, approaching the base with his netherite pickaxe in his dominant hand. "xB, are you here?"

Trekking up to the nearest wall that he could see, TFC brought his pickaxe up and back then swung down, breaking the two blocks that were in his way. He would replace them later. Right now he had to find xB.

"xB?"

Walking a little ways into the younger hermits base, TFC scanned around before his old grey eyes caught sight of who he was looking for.

Curled up on a bed in the corner was xB. He was laying in an upright fetal position with his arms over his head protectively. His inventory was empty and there were bruises on his hands.

Approaching slowly, TFC placed his pickaxe into his inventory. "Son? Can you hear me?"

xB didn't move, he didn't even make a sound to acknowledge Tin's presence yet.

That's what was making him nervous. The hermits all had excellent reflexes and strength. An outsider would be considered a fool to think that sneaking up on a hermit was a good idea unless they were a hermit themselves.

Despite the clear danger of the unstable hermit curled up in front of him, TFC continued to approach until he was within an arms length away. Then he decided to throw all caution to the wind and slowly placed his hand on the younger hermit's shoulder.

"xB, can you look up at me?"

The reaction time was non-existent. The only thing that told TFC that xB was coherent was the agonizingly slow rise of his head to meet his gaze, showing off pitch black eyes, tear stained cheeks, and a nasty bruised face to accompany the ones on his hands.

TFC could only gaze at the younger hermit with pity. "Oh son, I'm so, so sorry,"

xB visibly swallowed and silent tears began to flow down his face again.

TFC shifted his weight and sat down on the bed beside the brunette, tugging the other close and into an embrace. He stared ahead at the wall as xB sunk against him, uncurling from his fetal position to rest a bit more comfortably.

The two sat for a moment in silence, albeit for the sniffles that were coming from xB.

After the moment had passed, TFC had had enough of staring at the wall behind the brunette and wishing it were the monster. He wanted the monster in front of him so he could give it a piece of his mind.

"Kid," TFC began in a gentle voice though unable to keep the tension out of his tone. "What were your coordinates? I can try to get your stuff before it despawns,"

xB tensed up in his arms and for a moment, TFC feared for the worst.

"The... Same place all the others had fallen. X one thousand one hundred thirty four, Z six hundred sixty six,"

TFC grimaced to himself as repeated the numbers that had been talked about a long time ago. 1134, -4311, and 666. Never go to them, they hold something that will be unstoppable, they said. It is the reason the Wither exists and why the Ender Dragon remains in the end.

"Okay," TFC replied, giving his head a tiny nod. "I'll go see if I can salvage anything,"

xB trembled in his arms and seemed to shake his head, but TFC would not be swayed by this. He carefully pulled out of the hug and took out his communicator, opening chat.

Of course it would have a bunch of spam sent to it in the short period of time he was inactive on it.

Hypnotized : Can we all just focus???

FalseSymmetry : Omfg everyone just chill for a hot second

GoodTimesWithScar : I am perfectly chill

StressMonster101 : Coordinates please, xB!

iJevin : Dude just got attacked by the monster and y'all are being dumb in chat

Welsknight : Has anyone actually found xB yet? Or are we all still arguing??

XisumaVoid : Flying to his base rn

Cubfan135 : Texting and flying is dangerous, X

Letting out a tired sigh at the antics of chat, TFC typed his own message.

TinFoilChef : I'm with him. Come to his base. He needs medical assistance.

Joe Hills : OMW!!

StressMonster101 : Me 2!!

ZombieCleo : Imma comin' xB

TFC watched chat for a little bit then placed his comm away again. xB had begin to scramble for words to try and convince him that- no he didn't need to go and retrieve his stuff it would be fine. Besides it was probably already gone anyways and he could always make more.

But the albino's mind was already made up.

After another handful of minutes passed by, the two were joined by Xisuma.

"What happened?" The admin asked, maneuvering quickly so he was beside the bed on xB's other side to begin looking at whatever damage had been untreated through the respawn.

xB turned his head to the admin, meeting Xisuma's visor with black eyes. "Ju-ust a load of... Bludgeoning,"

Xisuma pulled out his admin controls and began to run a diagnostic over his fellow player. "Nothing feels broken? Nothing out of place?"

xB shook his head and futility tried to shift away. "No, really Eh-suma, I'm fine,"

Xisuma scoffed and continued to fuss over the younger man. "Like hell you are,"

TFC watched for a moment before rising to his feet. "Go easy on him, Eh-suma, the kid only just respawned,"

The admin only hummed in response, now completely focused on fussing over xB.

Joe, Cleo and Stress all came up soon after and that's when TFC took his quiet leave before he could be stopped by xB. The others were with him, they would make sure the kid was okay.

TFC on the other hand, however, wasn't just going to stand around and wait any longer. His family had been hurt far too many times for him to just continue to stand to the side. He needed to take action.

And action he would take.

Negative four thousand three hundred eleven blocks below bedrock was all there was separating TFC and his target.

Not for long.

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Fin