Word Count : 1143

Warnings : hinted trauma, blood, gore, death

War To The Watchers

"Xisuma, you are an admin. Admin's don't recruit players to fight their battles."

XisumaVoid snapped around, facing his opposer. "Don't tell me I can't pick my warriors."

The higher tier admin gave X a startled look at the sudden back talk. "XisumaVoid, you want to pick players who are too weak. They won't last long against the two strongest Watchers. Look at them!" The higher tier Admin gestured back to the small care center that had the handful of players still recovering from the Watcher's magic.

Xisuma looked back at the players as well. "I don't see players who are weak, Gabriel." He turned back to his opposer. "I see strong players who managed to live dispite everything going against them!" The lower tier Admin put a hand up to his chest, his hand clenching into a fist. "Gabriel, these players were just robbed of having anything being normal for them. I'm going to give them a chance at revenge and redemption. Whether you support my decision or not."

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"Ah! Endermen!"

"Enderman?! Where?!" The tall man screamed, looking around frantically as he held onto his iron sword. The man didn't even sound like a grown adult, even if he was one he had a pretty high pitched voice.

Grian looked at the man confused, holding his diamond sword tightly in his hand as he scooted back and away from the person. "Who are you?!"

"WHERE'S THE ENDERMAN!"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE IT YOU IDIOT!"

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"Who's the Admin of this server?" The British man in the full armor suit asked, stepping up from the larger crowd and towards Grian and his friends.

No one spoke.

The british admin looked back warily at his group, or people. These people hardly looked normal, some towered over others, some appeared threatening and scary, appearing like they could squash any of the Evolutionists in an instant.

One of the taller people in the other group, the second tallest, to be exact and the person Grian had met earlier spoke up ever so quietly. "Well there goes first impressions..."

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Horror Craft

"Excuse me Misters." A young voice called up.

Iskall and Grian both looked down to where the voice had come from. Standing beside them was a pale looking kid, seemingly at the age of 8 or 9. He had blond hair and sparkling blue eyes with a fancy black vest, white shirt underneath and black shorts on for attire.

The kid spoke again. "My dog ran into the woods and now I can't find him. Mommy and daddy are gonna hurt me again if I can't find my dog soon, will you help me find him?" The kid asked, half on the verge of tears, looking desperately up at the two flatmates.

Iskall's face grew in concern at the sound of the kids parents possibly harming him, but he remained silent as Grian spoke up in response. "Of course! We'll help you!

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GORE WARNING GORE WARNING GORE WARNING GORE WARNING GORE WARNING GORE WARNING GORE WARNING GORE WARNING

The kid suddenly came to a stop, facing towards a huge tree trunk. His head facing down and the ground and his back to Iskall and Grian.

"Hey, kid... what's wrong?" Grian questioned.

Tears ran down the boy's face and hit the ground. "I'm sorry mister. I forgot."

Grian slowly approached the young boy. "Forgot what? Hey, don't cry." He said gently, trying for reassurance.

The boy spoke up again. "My dog is still sleeping under the hill."

Just as Grian opened his mouth to speak, Iskall ran up. "Grian get away from that kid!" He sounded panicked.

The little boy then turned around, facing Grian. This is when he got a good look at the little boy's appearance. There was blood running down the kids front from his neck, a gaping wound was centered near the kids vocal cords. His hair turned black and his eyes turned from blue to threatening red.

Grian fell back on his butt in the dirt and started to scoot back. "Wh-Wha-"

The wind started to pick up as the little boy approached. "I'm sorry... but neither of you can leave now... but don't worry, the three of us will be together. We don't have to be alone!" The kid smiled, blood drops running from his eyes to represent tears fell down his face.

Iskall fired his gun at the kid. The bullets merely passed through him.

The kid's body suddenly got swallowed by a dark purple vortex. A cloud of purple smoke. Who emerged afterwards appeared nothing like the little 8 year old Grian and Iskall both encountered before. Who now stood before them was just as tall as an Endermen, his skin was mixes of black, purple and red. His hands were huge and at the ends of each fingers were dangerously sharp claws.

The person spoke again, holding the same sweet little 8 year old voice as the kid had. "I don't have to be alone anymore." The person got into a position, getting ready to kill both men in front of him. "Now hold still, and the pain will pass quickly."

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Grian awoke once again, jolting from a bed. The sun was shining. He was not in his flat and his body ached.

"Grian!?" The voice of a familiar person. Iskall.

In a flash the blond male was out of the unfamiliar bed and sprinting down the hall of a weird new environment. "Iskall?! I'm here!"

When the two saw each other again, they were in a big living room. They sprinted up to each other and embraced each other in a hug before pulling away.

"Oh my lord." Iskall exclaimed. Looking around. "Where are we?!"

Grian shook his head, not being able to answer that question. "I don't..." the sentence died in his mouth. Gazing behind Iskall. "Iskall. Behind you!"

The two immediately turned, seeing a strange man standing in the doorway, along with the little 8 year old boy.

"There they are Mr. Egg-Suma! See? I made two new friends!" The little boy exclaimed, smiling almost too enthusiastically. The pride in his voice and expression was sickening.

The man standing beside the little boy and holding his hand smiled, then looked up and gave Iskall and Grian a chilling look. "Good job, Mumbo. Now how about you go show your friends around."

The little boy, Mumbo did as he was told, quickly going up to the two and taking hold of both their hands. "Come on! You need to see everything!"

As Mumbo dragged Iskall and Grian past the other man, he whispered to them. "Welcome to the group you two. Hope you make yourselves comfortable."

(Fin)

(War To The Watchers trailer and Horror Craft trailer. With Iskall and Grian's deaths to Mumbo.)