Howdy everyone! Proud to announce that i'm now a father.... not really but i'm being called dad and father and people are allowing me to call them my children. ANYWAYS! welcome back to hell where I stay under my covers and try and not get too social as I fricking hate talking to people :,) WELP, RSP is being worked on but I'm also working on some Archer crap so go look at that as well.

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It's been a couple of uncomfortable days, still no sign of him. Xisuma sat in his chair, leaning an arm against the armrest. He was lost in thought, staring off into the distant wall, not noticing the hermit entering the room and closing the door behind them. Their sudden words spooked the admin, "Any ideas on where our gremlin might be?" their thick (thicc) accent dripping in their voice.

He looked up to see Iskall, their arms crossed against their chest and a very calm expression stretched on their face. "Oh Iskall!" The helmet-wearing admin shook his head clean then stared over at them "sorry, the only slight clue I have is that it might have something to do with... y'know... the watchers...", He whispered the last bit about those entities. They tilted their head a bit at his actions "We know they're somewhere in hermitcraft but we don't know where, they are always watching", he watched Iskall sighed and walk closer to himself.

They sat on the table area near Xisuma, putting their hands into their lap "We should probably piece things together and find out where he is...", Xisuma have 'em a quick nod before pulling himself up from the chair. He made his way to the doors, being paused by his friend's hand reaching out to their shoulder, "Are... Are you sure you can do this, X?". Xisuma gave them a soft smile "of course I am, I'm the admin here, I'm the leader and I need to lead everyone to finding him, it's my job Iskall".

The two of them entered through the doors, seeing most of the hermits standing, sitting or pacing around in the room. Some hermits such as TFC, Zedaph and Cleo had returned to their bases, possibly to think, to be alone or something like those. Mumbo was the first of them to move, he got up to his feet, recovering from leaning against the wall and rushed closer to them "Anything?".

Iskall glanced to their admin friend, seeing him sigh then breath before speaking "we... don't have a plan per say but I might have an idea on where Grian is". Mumbo pumped his fists into the air quietly, the others paused what they're doing and turn to the three.

 "I'm thinking that the,, uhm..." Xisuma began but coughed in the middle of his sentence "...The watchers might've stolen Grian", from across the room; Cleo and Joe stood side by side, both giving a small nod then looked at eachother. Mumbo's face dropped a bit before he looked down at the floor, Iskall places their hand onto his shoulder, giving a firm press down and shaking a little before retracting.

The hermits huddled over the long table, Xisuma placing down a map and a few small and old pictures. He placed a finger down onto the map "Watcher's home base aren't able to be seen on the map as they're in a different server.... there...", he moved his pointing finger to one of the images, it was of a sunken snow structure with a mob grinder in the sky and grass below.

"They're in somewhere called Evolution" The admin explained. "According to some reports months ago, it was corrupted by those damn watchers with the players getting trapped in spectator mode inside of it." Mumbo put a hand to his chin, his eye darting around the items on the table. 

Moth appeared beside the deer, pushing him aside then nodding to themselves "your right about those facts, I might be able to get us there". The hermits turned to them and nodded, beginning a discussion about how they'd get there, Mumbo stepped away, walking as quietly as he could out of the door.

Moth turned to Mumbo for his opinion, seeing that he was gone then excusing themselves and ran out of the door after him. The long halls made Mothxiety's feet dropping onto the hard tiled floor echo, ringing throughout the halls.

Mumbo stood there at the railing, the evening breeze pushing his furred ears along with it, his eyes blankly staring off. He heard the door behind him open and close, turning slightly to see the tall moth kid standing there with their pale feathers blowing in the wind. "Mumbo, bro, why you over here?" They spoke, walking closer to the redstoner, taking a spot beside him and turning their head to him.

The suited hermit rubbed his neck awkwardly, "I'm just.... I... How can we be sure that Grian's not..... Grian's not de-dead?" He stuttered a bit as he's never, ever wanted to say that or even think of that. Moth put an arm around his shoulder, "bud, I know for a fact that Grians not dead, the watchers — if they even have him that is — want him and killing him would've been the least favourable option".

The watcher gave him a smirk, giving him a pat on the back "plus, don't think that Grian would be that willing to give up on y'all... your his family". The deer-man gave a sad smile, turning to them and giving them a hug, catching the moth by surprise but they hugged back.

"everything will be okay, Mumbo

I promise...."

but was that really true?

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Hi Howdy, Just me mentioning that I'm writing maybe four books at once, meaning updates might be farther than before. sorry for the long heckin wait, been putting it off a lot and getting back into playing video games as well as finishing Tron maybe tomorrow. thanks for reading and waiting, love y'all :D <3