POV: Doc

I was walking with Cleo, Jevin, and this orange/white cat-looking guy. He looked like an absolute wreck, and totally terrified. Yeah sure, I knew his friends weren't in the server, and yeah I'd be scared too if the NHO just randomly disappeared, but still.

"Anyway- what are your names?" The cat asked as he lead us along. "I'm Doc." I said. "I'm Cleo." Cleo said. "And I'm Jevin." Jevin said. "Who are you?" He asked. "I'm Stampy! And this is Barnaby." Stampy said, pointing to the dog who walked beside him. He still sounded a little panicked.

"What are your pronouns? Mine are he/him and they/them!" Stampy asked, swishing his tail back and fourth. "Same." Jevin replied. "Yeah, I use he/him and they/them too." I responded. "She/her they/them." Cleo said. "Good to know!" Stampy replied, swishing his tail back and fourth.

Stampy led us to a little garden, with a bunch of signs and a wool heart in the center. "This is my love garden!" Stampy said with a flick of his tail. "It's a place where all are welcome! The only rule is you can't ask to be in it." Stampy said, leading us inside.

"Here's my crafting room- it's not very useful, but hey- old me tried his best." Stampy explained, leading us further.

———(Time skip brought to you by laziness)

POV: still Doc

It had been a busy day. Stampy showed us around the world, although he barely got even part of it, from what I could tell. Now me, Cleo, and Jevin laid in the guest bedroom Stampy had. (We all were in different beds though- you creeps).

It was dark, and my robotic eye gave off a soft red glow. I knew I should be sleeping by now. I breathed out a sigh, closing my normal eye, letting my robotic one turn off. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I wondered;

How was life back in Hermitcraft?

———

POV: Stampy

I sat in a black void, pulling myself into a ball. In front of me were Polly, Fizzy, and William. They all were giving me death glares.

"You treat us like slaves." Fizzy signed. He looked like he lost his positive spark. "Are we just 'helpers' to you? Not even good enough to be friends?" Polly signed, her eyes like daggers. "You don't even like us. You just keep us around because you're useful." William signed, his poster stiff and angry.

"I care about you all so much! You mean so much to me!" I sputtered out, sweating both in fear and guilt. "You say that, but we see how you act. Actions speak louder then words." William signed. "What can I do to make it up to you guys? We can just play mini games together if you want!" I offered.

"We've had enough of you Stampy. There's no trying to make it up to us." Polly signed. I felt even worse. "In fact- we've joined hit the target." Fizzy signed. I just stopped.

'No- no they couldn't have joined Hit the target- These are just bots Vevaa dash made- they'd never join Hit the target-' I thought rapidly, fear exploding in my mind.

My helpers just gave me a cold stare. I forced myself to turn around. I just couldn't take it anymore. Then I saw- "Lee...?" I whispered, looking at my former helper. Lee snarled.

"You know why I left? You treated me like trash. If I could go back and join Hit the target I would." He signed. I just starred hopelessly. I closed my eyes. 'This can't be real- this must be a dream- wake up, wake up wake-' I thou-

———

POV: Stampy

I jumped up, calming down at the sight of my room. 'Just a nightmare.' I told myself. I looked at Barnaby sleeping on his carpet, listening to his tiny barks as he dreamt.

I looked over to the porch, smiling at Esther, curled up on the half eaten cake there. I curled up into a ball, whispering to myself.

"It was all a dream, all just a dream." I repeated, looking at the covers over my legs. I shuddered, thinking about if it were true. I knew it wasn't. I knew my helpers cared about me.

But why were they missing?