Word Count : 1772

Requested By : Orphan_Slayer & biggybigbigb

Warnings : Angst, mild violence, accidently shooting your friends, swears.

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Ah shit bois I'm back- I swear I've been trying to finish requests- but I've been lowkey struggling cuz I fell back into another older fandom- welp-

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After an accident with the guardians, Impulse is corrupted and cursed by an Elder Guardian spell that causes him to fire out the deadly beams from his eyes at whatever and whoever he looks at. 

While trying to find a cure with the help of his friends, Impulse must try to keep himself in check and try his best not to hurt his fellow hermits or himself in the process of searching for the cure. It's easier said than done. 

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The guardian wails continued to fill Impulse’s ears. They were loud out of water and they hurt his ears, but the resources that they gave to his peers and himself were so useful that it would be a waste to just leave them be. 

Guess someone had to get their hands a bit more slimy than others. 
Impulse was currently trekking around his base with a chest in his hands and held close to his midsection. His base was a mess but he was in the process of cleaning it up and organizing it. 

Bringing the chest over to the desired location he wanted its new location to be- Impulse set it down next to another and it automatically flipped into a double chest. 

With a pleased smile, the hermit placed his hands on his hips and stood straight. Looking up along the very tall wall of storage stock he had in his mega base. 

“Perfect,” Impulse exclaimed to no one. “Now all it needs is a bit of decoration to make it feel homey and put to good use and we’ll be good to go!” 

Turning on his heel, Impulse was about two steps away from his completed storage wall when the distinct sound of shattering of glass reached his ears. 

His light brown eyes widened at it. He knew that that was not any good at all. Guardians were a pain to kill, especially all by yourself on Hard Mode. 

Impulse's first instinct was to reach for his comm- which he had left in his bedroom. He really pulled a not prepared card this time. 

The hermit bit his bottom lip as he contemplated his options. With a double check of himself and his inventory, Impulse found that he was fully armed and kitted out, but if the situation got out of hand he would be in some serious trouble. 

Biting his lower lip, Impulse decided that it was best to deal with the situation as quickly as he could. The worst that could possibly happen is having to take a couple trips through respawn, right? Along with a couple of scoldings from Tango and Zedaph about him not being prepared. 

The ZIT member chuckled to himself. “Man, I really live up to my name, don’t I?” He told himself before drawing out his sword in his main hand and a stack of cobble blocks in his off had. 

He’d be quick. He’d fix the issue and then there would be no other doubts about it. 

Hesitating only once more, Impulse shook his head then turned on his heel and headed in the direction of the now very audible and clear shrieking sounds of freed guardians. 
What was the worst that could possibly happen? 

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Jessassin drew out a low whistle as he watched the final trump card get placed down for the eighth time by the same hermit. “That’ll crown ya king of gambling.” 

Hypnotized nodded in agreement, resting his hands against the edge of the casino table and leaning most of his weight on it. “It sure will indeed.”

Keralis, one of the five hermits that was actually playing, threw his cards down in front of him. Once his hands were rid of cards he immediately drew his hand back up and pointed his index finger to his left. 

“That’s it! You’re cheating! I know you are!” He accused. 

Biffa- who was to Keralis’ right- tossed down his own cards as well in a more friendly manner. “Oh come on, K. Just admit it, he’s just better than you and this.” 

“Now- I for one think that our friend here is extremely sus, and when I think someone’s sus I’m never wrong.” Cubfan interrupted, holding up his hand as if he were raising it. 

The hermit in question merely set their cards down on the table face up for the others to see. His blue lips curled into a not-so-innocent looking smile. 

“I think this might be the only time where you are wrong, Cub.” iJevin replied, cupping his hands together and resting his arms in front of him so they were on the table. 

Ren let out a defeated whine, his ears drooping low for a moment before perking back up on his head. “Oh well, good eight games my dudes.” 

Biffa chuckled, shaking his head and rising from his chair to stand up. “Good game indeed. And Jevin is apparently our new casino king.” 

Keralis groaned, but simply laughed off his disappointment and stood up as well. “Ah man, what am I gonna brag about to Shashwhammy now?” 

Cub opened his mouth to reply, but he was stopped. 

The building itself suddenly began to rumble and shake. The hermits that had been sitting down still rose to their feet. The window they were all by and had been giving them all a very nice view of Keralis’ city trembled, then finally gave out with a sharp crack that caused all the hermits to jump and shoot their attention to it. 

“Holy shit.” Jevin gapped, staring out the window with wide eyes. 

All at once, the sky had gone from its nice evening fallen appearance to that of a hurricane. It was completely dark with no rays of sunlight in any direction. The only major light source was coming from a familiar location in the ocean and that light was teal blue. 

In complete unison, the seven hermits comms all went off with a very noticeable ding. The messages were all the same as they checked their comms. 

Mumbo Jumbo : What in the hell was that? 

PythonGB : Your guess is as good as ours 

VintageBeef : Is that coming from Impulse’s base? 

Bdouble0100 : A bunch of us are gonna head over there now to see what’s up 

GoodTimesWithScar : Will you all wait for a second!? 

ZombieCleo : Hurry up than! >:O 

GoodTimesWithScar : piauerpargainaimij

Despite the small amounts of humor in chat, Keralis felt himself pale before his big eyes turned back up to the other six that were with him. “We’ve gotta get over there.” 

“You said it.” Ren replied before pulling up his elytra. 

The dog hybrid’s actions were mimicked by the others as they too brought their elytras out of their inventories and into their hands. 

With haste, Keralis headed over to the now heavily cracked window on the level and pulled out his silk touch pickaxe. With a quick swipe, he swung down and the panes of glass that originally stood in the way broke away and popped into Keralis' inventory. 

The room was filled with the now no longer muffled blowing wind. 

"I'll fix it later, let's go!" Keralis called out before jumping out of the opening he had created and took to the air with his elytra.

The other six followed Keralis in quick succession, jumping out of the window and following Keralis with their rockets. 

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Everything was blaring at hot. Burning to a very painful degree almost. It was like Impulse had been caught in a house fire and been trapped underneath all the flames. 
Everything was hot but it was also dark and it was very difficult to breathe. 

Impulse didn't know where he was, except for the knowledge that he was laying unevenly on his chest. 
The last thing he remembered was coming face to face with something that didn't exactly look like a regular Guardian. It seemed more blue and yellow. 

Letting out a hiss of pain, Impulse subconsciously used both his arms to push against the uneven surface he had been laying on, slowly and shakily pushing most of his upper into a more upright position. 

Loud sounds were coming from every which way, but only one sound was able to drown out the rest. 

"Impulse!" 

Still not being able to see anything and with the burning pain still overwhelming his ability to apparently open his eyes, Impulse blindly turned his head in the direction of his name. 

"Vintage?" Impulse called back, slowly maneuvering himself so that he was now resting awkwardly on his knees. "Is that you?" 

A pair of hands suddenly found themselves resting gently on his shoulders. "Jesus," the hermit exclaimed. "Impulse what happened to you?" 

Fighting back all the pain that he was feeling, Impulse finally found enough strength and will to open his eyes. 
His vision didn't remain clear, as it became blurred by instinctual tears. 
But despite the obstruction, he was able to make out several key things. 

The hermit in front of him was Vintage and his face had become illuminated by a bright yellow glow that seemingly came from Impulse himself. 

The last thing the ZIT member saw was a look of horror from Beef before he screamed out. 

Impulse was suddenly plunged into a bright and painful light. Beef's hands left his shoulders and he could hear others yell out after Beef had. 

"Holy shit-" 

"Whoa! What the hell!?" 

"Take cover!" 

Tears ran down Impulse's cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he possibly could. 

"Guys?" He called out blindly. "What's going on?!" He cried out. 

"Someone go get Xisuma!" 

Impulse could feel himself start to hyperventilate. He was in pain and he was confused. His eyes stung so badly and the lack of knowledge on his current surroundings was causing his anxiety to rise. 

"Hello?" Impulse called out helplessly, trying to see if anyone was around. 
Re-finding his strength, the ZIT member reopened his eyes and took a look around. 

The sight he got was of Scar and Ethos kneeling down beside Vintage, who had smoke rising off his chest. 

That was the last sight he saw before a yellow light suddenly illuminated once more from him. 

"Get down!" Screamed out another hermit. 

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To Be Continued...

Fin

I screamed into the void and the void told me I was gay- well shit it was right-

Happy very late Pride Month everyone!