Author's Note: The first of a couple HCBBS stories. I did delete a good couple of ideas due to not knowing how exactly to pull them off. I think I've got three more ideas left to write before I can work on the big HCBBS stories. 

 Enjoy :)

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 The HCBBS: Hermitcraft Big Base Swap. 

 An idea made by the tall, mustached hermit named Mumbo Jumbo. At first, there wasn't many things wrong with everyone swapping their bases. Everyone slapped their names on their new homes, searched the areas for new things to add, and each took turns in comforting a sad Rendog that didn't swap with anyone in the end. 

 Of course, the fun can't last forever. All the highs and lows that a group can face must have a deep low that gets deeper with each horrible event. 

 All of this started with the mayor of the server. 

 At first, Scar was happy to obtain the ruins that Mumbo had occupied for a majority of the time on the Season Seven server. The wizard had never really stayed at this location for long periods of time, but he could now explore it to his heart's content without having the feeling that he was intruding on another man's work.  

 What the hermit didn't realize was the hermit's true connection to the base. It was early in the morning after the hermits had all settled down in their new bases.

 Scar woke up with a major headache. Well, it was more than a headache; it was a major bodyache. Scar gritted his teeth together and tried to curl up as a sudden pain stroke both his head and chest.

 A fever would come after and soon the world would spin causing Scar to close his eyes. Then, Scar could suddenly hear the mechanical beating of an ancient heart; a throbbing sound that he never heard those other times that he arrived at the ruins Mumbo lived in. 

 Is this what Mumbo always heard all the time? Scar thought as he shivered slightly. The fever would turned into shivers as Scar groggily reopened his eyes and opened his inventory for his oxygen tubes. 

 The hermit let out a tired whimper as his vision started to turn black from strain. A small, forced sigh escaped from his gritted teeth as he took the oxygen tubes out and attached them to his nose. 

 It hurt... It hurt so....

 BANG!

 Scar gasped loudly and forcibly clutched his pajama shirt with a sharper whimper. The pain was only growing worse as he closed his eyes again. 

 What felt like hours passed until a calm, steady heartbeat reawaken an agonized Scar. The hermit's entire body was weaker as he took in a pained breath and released it. 

 A happy little chirp was coming from above, and the hermit slowly craned his neck up towards a familiar red and yellow blur that was floating through the air.  

 ----Grian's POV----

 I don't really know what lead me to Mumbo's base this morning. I just know that I had to feed Mumbo's base just in case he didn't feed it before swapping with Scar. 

 My wings flapped as I looked up at the dying machine and frowned. Oh Mumbo, you took ownership of a sentient base, but you've grown so forgetful lately. 

 I sighed and landed at the feeding part of the base. My tail feathers spread out as I shook my head. 

 There wasn't a lot of lanterns left turned on. Mumbo's going to end up as the poorest hermit if it wasn't for me. 

 Quickly, I fed the machine golden apples until the redstone lanterns started to blink on until they were back to glowing brilliantly. 

 With a happy sigh, I was about to take back off into the air when I heard the quietest noise that even I could just barely pick up. I looked around until the voice started again. This time it was coming from below me. 

 I looked over the edge and gasped when I spotted Scar's frail body in his bed. Without thinking, I dove down to the lower area and stopped next to Scar's bed.

 " S-Scar?" I sharply whispered in order to not harm his probably strained self. Just how long was he in this state for? 

 Scar stared at me and reached his clammy hand up to my face before dropping it. The hermit breathed heavily, " B-Base.... fed?" he forced out as I nodded, " Y-Yes. That's what I was doing." I motioned above us. 

 Upon hearing my words, Scar nodded and started to fall asleep. I put my hand against his forehead while calling Xisuma and Mumbo.

 Hopefully, I can keep his fever down while I wait for Xisuma and Mumbo to arrive. I also hope that they know how to make Scar better because clearly just feeding the base didn't fix him automatically. 

 After a few minutes of me sending the message and getting an ice pack onto Scar's head, Xisuma and Mumbo appeared and glided down to me. I looked up towards the two and waved.

 " He's still in the same condition as before." I told them, " Actually, no, his fever went down slightly..." 

 X nodded and started doing scans over Scar's sleeping self. The mayor would twitch each time Xisuma would move his hair or open his eyelid in order to shine a light into it. Meanwhile, Mumbo was pacing around the open area while nervously adjusting his suit. 

 " Have you ever gotten like this, Mumbo?" I questioned as the hermit stopped walking. Mumbo crossed his arms, " I might've... Y-You weren't on though." he sheepishly spoke as he tapped his fingers together. 

 I blinked a couple of times. I should be angry at him, I really should; however, Scar's currently sick, and I can't waste my energy being annoyed at Mumbo when Scar needs all three of us to help him out. 

 Speaking of Scar, I turned back towards him and found X injecting a needle into his arm and drawing out some blood. I tilted my head, " What are you doing X?" I questioned as the bee hybrid looked up at me.

 " I'm curious about what affects this base can have on people. Clearly, it has its hold on Scar like it did Mumbo, but I still wish to know how." X explained as he put the filled syringe into a special pocket in his armor.

I went back to looking at Scar as he turned in his sleep; the hermit let out a strained mumble as he twitched slightly. My feathers fluffed up, " I'll stay with Scar and keep his fever down." I nodded my head as the two nodded back. 

 Mumbo adjusted his tie, " I'll stay here and investigate my base more..." he crossed his arms behind his back. X nodded his head and took off into the sky with a buzz of his wings. 

 After X was gone and the base was now quiet again, I gently put my hand against the side of Scar's warm cheek. The hermit let out a soft, happy murmur as he turned towards me with his tongue sticking out. 

 I was giving the resting hermit a sad, but relieved, smile as Scar let out a sigh.

 Slowly, I turned towards Mumbo as he started to pace back and forth. My feathers ruffled at the more frantic look in the younger man's eyes. 

 " I don't hear it anymore..." Mumbo whispered. 

 I crossed my arms and moved closer to Mumbo. An eerie sense of curiosity swept over me as I raised my hand, " Mumbo?" 

 The hermit turned towards me sharply causing my entire body to tense up. Mumbo's been thinking, and I don't think I like where this is going...

 " G-Grian, " Mumbo's pupils were smaller, " Grian, I can't hear the heart anymore... I-I should be able to because I built it, but I can't... How does.... W-Why." he whispered as he put his hands onto my shoulders and squeezed them.

 " Why?"