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Hels glared at his captors with venom. "Still refusing to talk?" His counterpart asked with a raised brow. Hels stayed silent just like the day before, not confirming nor denying anything.
"Fine. I'm gonna go get X, Maybe he can get you to talk." Fear coursed through the dark knight's veins upon hearing that sentence. No! He can't let the admin near him! He can't die! He can't! He's Helsknight! He will not be defeated by an admin! He cant let them find-
The door to freedom closing shut loudly ripped him out of his thoughts. There stood the admin, without any armor, obviously confident in his ability to stop Hels if anything were to go south. A mistake on his part.
Hels observed him, nothing, not a weapon in sight. But that didn't mean he didn't have any. Something reflecting off the pathetic little light of the tiny froglight lamp they put in the room caught his attention. A key. A key presumably to the door that kept him locked away from freedom.
The admin was talking to him, but Hels didn't listen. Instead he got up and yanked the chains holding him prisoner. With an awful amount of stubbornness and raw strength, he broke his chains and threw himself at the admin.
The admin let out a yelp and averted his attack just barely. Hels jumped at him again aiming for the key, but just as he was about to grab it the admin hit him in the jaw. Hels took a stepback and looked at the admin in surprise, only to freeze with dread.
Xisumas looked at him, his anger like a thunderstorm. The admin radiated power and now, Hels has made him angry. The admin raised a hand towards him.
And suddenly, Hels could feel his code, his entire being unraveling in the hands of the admin.
He welcomed the darkness that soon came afterward.
X browsed through the code, not finding anything of interest, aside from a few anomalies from breaking through the firewall of his server that were already fixing themselves. The dark knight before him fell unconscious.
But that wasn't surprising, not many players could tolerate being awake while their code was looked at. A safety protocol in them to make sure they didn't hurt their very own code from panic.
Wels walked in and looked at his counterpart with a tired look, and he raised an eyebrow at the broken chains. The light knight looked at X, wanting to ask something but electing not to, so his admin could focus on the task at hand.
If Xisuma could have sent Helsknight to the void, he would've, knowing well that it wouldn't have killed the knight with how he always manages to crawl his way into whitelisted servers.
But alas he couldn't, the new player being too much of a threat to ban their only lead. X would admit that he felt bad just intriguing thru Helsknight’s code, but it was for the best.
Wels sat in silence as Xisuma browsed thru his counterpart's code. Finally after what seemed like forever X found something. A strange code, that Hels seemed to came in contact with.
The same code he felt near Scars elven tree, and near the shopping district portal. The code itself seemed harmless, it wasn't spreading. Instead it stayed in place, not going anywhere slowly disappearing like the bad smell. The strange code felt like it was screaming in pain, fighting against something that wasn't meant to happen.
He frowned at the code and tried to fix it, but no matter what he tried it slipped through his fingers like water, screaming in terror as he touched it.
Something was definitely wrong with this new player, and Xisuma was going to find out what. With stubborn force he grasped the strange coding again and bent it to his will, it showed the code of another player, but nothing made sense as the code was moving around in a dizzying way refusing to stay in one place, sometimes glitching out and switching places with other parts of it.
A barely readable sentence caught his eyes.
N̴̜͋ṷ̶̍m̵bȩ̶̀r ̵̋ͅo̴f̸ L̶i̵f̷ḛ̷́s̷͈͐ r̷̈́e̸m̵a̴i̶n̴in̴g̷̡̛: 0̵͎͘
P̵la̷ye̵r̶ S̴t̴at̸us̵: D̶͔̄ë̶͚́ḁ̴̽d̴̻̿
And just like that the code once again slipped through his fingers, and despite his desperate tries, he couldn't bring back the code again.
X tried over and over but nothing worked, the code was not slipping thru his grasp, it scarpered away from him.
Tommy had walked farther from the so-called shopping district. Not long ago after he left that place he started shivering.
Thinking it was just from the cold, he shrugged it off. He shouldn't have.
He had been shivering for days now, sometimes his breathing sped up without him noticing. It was strange.
And he had absolutely no idea what the hell caused all of that.
Finally getting fed up with the shivering, he got out of the hole he dug to hide from the hermits. He didn't really make much progress at getting farther from the settlements. It was all because of his stupid muscle spasms, and the worst of it was that he had no clue what was up with that.
He crawled up from the hole and right as he exited the burrow the bright light of the sun burned his eyes making them water. His eyes got a bit better after a few days, after the more time he spent in the light but Prime did it hurt .
After his eyes finally adjusted to the brightness of the overworld, he finally could look around. He always hid at day time, not wanting to meet any of the players. The lights from their builds were tolerable, but with many advantages the night also came with disadvantages. His ribs still felt sore from a creeper managing to sneak up on him.
It was strange, Tommy pondered how it didn't leave a hole, but he knew better than to complain. It was a good thing if anything.
The blond looked around him squinting his eyes, the thing that immediately caught his attention was the giant castle thing (or was it a church?). It stood tall with two towers reaching into the sky, and a curious child-like part of him wanted to explore the strange building. He was quick to squash the idea down, he shouldn't, it would just put him in danger.
As he observed the strange castle-thing, one thing became very apparent to Tommy, it was too quiet. He didn't hear the familiar meowing of Jellie, that meant the cat got him food from wherever. He missed the comforting presence of the cat, her purring always managed to calm his nerves and she was always so warm . Like a little living and comforting heater.
The light hit his ghost pale skin, and it felt warm, something his shivering body desperately craved. And just like that Tommy moved towards the rays of light without thinking, he stepped out of the little shade the tree provided and sat down on the ground.
His eyes felt like they were melting, but that didn't matter when the light was so nicely warm. Stupid hermits be damned he was freezing. He sat down in the sunlight not unlike that of a cat. Was he becoming like a cat? No, he was just cold (even if the thought of becoming a cat didn't sound too bad).
He sits there for what feels like seconds, but the next time he opens his eyes (When had he closed them?) the sun was painting the sky red as it bid it farewell.
Tommy got up from the ground in a haste and looked for the nearest trees, there towards where beacons shined, he could see were a cluster of birch trees. Finally taking his time to observe his surroundings, the blond felt his jaw drop at the multiple colored lights of beacons.
These players were no joke, to kill this many withers just for beacons. Tommy doubted one of the hermits let a bunch of withers lose
like Techno
, none of their builds were damaged from what he had seen and there were no signs of withers ever being in the area. The field smelled of spring time instead of the decaying smell those three headed nightmares left in their wake.
Tommy took a deep breath and booked it towards the cluster of trees, he felt the familiar feeling of his legs cramping up but he didn't let that stop him. He felt his leg muscles spasming in such a painful way that he wanted to scream, but he held it back and insistently crawled towards his destination.
Just a little more. C'mon just a little closer.
Tommy had made it. He reached the birch trees. The blond felt tears spilling from his eyes, his leg muscles cramping just getting worse. The leg giving him trouble was now stretched out with him massaging it.
It soon went away, but his body still felt heavy even after running just a short distance. That wasn't good, what was he gonna do if a Hermit found him? Run away? Unlikely.
He heard the tell tale rattles of bones, and without further ado he dug himself into the ground right at the roots of the tree cluster.
He waited in the darkness of the dirt hole, listening to the groans and shrieks of mobs around him. After what felt like forever he heard the sound of bones burning, the sound was coming closer and closer to his hidey hole.
Until at once it all stopped.
Figuring after a few minutes it was safe to go out, the blond dug himself out and crawled out of his little tunnel. An arrow swooshed past Tommys head, almost hitting its mark, managing to nick him in the cheek. The boy looked at his attacker, the half burnt skeleton took another arrow from its quiver and drew its bow.
But the shot was never fired, the skeleton dissolved into ash and the blond panted as he held the large hoglin task that he took as a trophy and carried everywhere in his inventory. His muscles felt like lead and it was harder to move them than before, the blond took note of this with alarm.
Something was wrong with him, and it was going to cause his death if he didn’t figure it out soon enough.
He knew he had to get to a place hidden from birds eye view, and soon. He ignored the rest of the buildings nearby despite a part of him wanting to go and explore all those pretty places he's seen so far.
Walking around at day time was a terrible idea, but what were the chances of him running into one of the hermits anyway? He hasn't seen any for quite a while aside from hearing them go around their city using those strange wings.
He descended down the hill, and stopped right in his tracks. There was an underground base with white glass on the top and- were those creepers?! The alien built wasn't anything Tommy had ever seen before, and despite his mind screaming at him to run he walked cautiously closer. When he was close enough he was finally able to make out enough details to see that the underground room had a lot of redstone and note blocks in it.
What the hell was this thing?
He approached the built and with caution walked right on to it. Nothing happened, with a relieved sigh Tommy looked around the strange place when his eyes caught an entrance to a tunnel. The blond froze as he made eye contact with the blue eyes belonging to a blond man.
With adrenaline pumping through his veins Tommy tried to run.
"No! Wait!"
The blond man jumped in front of him, and without thinking Tommy took out the hoglin task and stabbed the man right through the neck with it.
Zedaph was slain by ⏁̸̡̦̞̲̣͆͂̒͋̓̿𝙹ᒲ̸̘̇⋔̵͎̘̬̳̞̬̗͗̇͗̀͌̊͑̕|̶̱͎̟͚̻̼̤̠̈́̋̈́̾̐̉̑|̶̛̯̥̖͍̤̳̍̉̌͜╎̶̧͔̼͉̠̈̒̂ͅリ̵̣͉͎̊͑̔͝⋏̴͇̔̀̇̈́⟟̴̢̡͚̼͘ℸ̶̢̨̩̰̀̈́̃̽ ̶̴̨̻̥͍̬̮̠̣̀̃̃̆͘͝
The boy didn't hesitate to run to the nearest parts of the forest he could see.
Beep
Beep
Beep
X groggily opened his eyes at the sound of his communicator going off repeatedly. The harsh light of the communicator illuminated his face in the dark room. Just what were his hermits up to at this hour?
Zedaph was slain by ⏁̸̡̦̞̲̣͆͂̒͋̓̿𝙹ᒲ̸̘̇⋔̵͎̘̬̳̞̬̗͗̇͗̀͌̊͑̕|̶̱͎̟͚̻̼̤̠̈́̋̈́̾̐̉̑|̶̛̯̥̖͍̤̳̍̉̌͜╎̶̧͔̼͉̠̈̒̂ͅリ̵̣͉͎̊͑̔͝⋏̴͇̔̀̇̈́⟟̴̢̡͚̼͘ℸ̶̢̨̩̰̀̈́̃̽ ̶̴̨̻̥͍̬̮̠̣̀̃̃̆͘͝
Grian: What happened?
Grian: I'm coming over
GoodTimeWithScar: I'll go call X
The admin woke up fully in alarm at the sight of the glitched player name. His communicator pinged again.
GoodTimeWithScar: hey X
GoodTimeWithScar: are you awake?
GoodTimeWithScar: The mystery player killed Zedaph
Xisuma typed back a reply.
Xisumavoid: im awake
Xisumavoid: im gonna pull player data.
Xisumavoid: meet me at Zedaph's
Xisuma put down his communicator. This was his chance to catch them. Pulling up the Player Data on Zedaph, he first checked if there was any lasting damage, before pulling up the coordinates of his last death. -1391 80 1912. He was killed in front of his mega base?
A deep burning protective anger buried itself into Xisuma's chest. How dare this player mess with his players?
Zedaph woke up disoriented. Like waking up from a deep sleep. But he wasn't sleeping was he? Wait. No- the boy! The mystery player! That everyone was searching for.
And the kid had killed him.
Maybe he was less of a victim then they thought. The kid had been fast. He barely had time to react before his neck had been sliced. The blond ran outside, right where he had seen the teenager. The crisp air of the night greeted him with the sounds of crickets. There was no sign of the boy, or that he had been here.
The sound of wings flapping reached his ears and so he looked up. He was greeted with the sight of Grian and his big red macaw wings. Not long after the avian descended the two players' heads snapped to their admin who had teleported there. X looked worse for wear, almost like he hadn't had a goodnight’s sleep in weeks.
Scar arrived not long after, with the sound of rockets echoing around him in the quiet night sky. The other three were already chatting. "Did you get a good look at him?" X asked hastily. Zedaph looked at him with a sad smile. "Yeah, our mystery player is a blond teenager with blue eyes. If I had to guess his age I would say he was 16 or younger." Zedaph then looked Xisuma in the eyes as he continued "but X, don't be mad at him. He looked down right terrified and skinny, very very skinny."
X humened in thought. Grian looked at them with worry before glancing at Scar and giving him a little wave. The red jumper wearing avian then asked: "Did you get his username?" Zedaph shook his head. "No, I couldn't even see his username to begin with. The only reason I noticed him was because of the ruckus the mobs were causing."
"Which way did he go?" The admin looked around suspiciously, like he was seeing something else. "Towards the forest. Are we gonna hunt him down right now?" Zedaph looked at X a bit bewildered. It looked like something clicked in the admins head, like he put together a puzzle with a missing piece.
"I'm going to text the others, we are going to find this hacker. I'm not letting him escape again." The admin stated. Scar worried his lip before saying. "Wouldn't it just drive him further away from us, if we went after him now? Wouldn't it be better to try and find him tomorrow, when he has settled down for a bit?" Xisuma's entire body tensed at the suggestion. " We have a chance to catch him right now. I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth." With that the admin sent the message into the Hermitcraft chat about the manhunt. Xisuma wasn't going to let this hacker get away. Not after he hurt one of his players.
Scar had a bad feeling about this whole thing. It didn't feel right to hunt a probably scared child down just because he attacked one of the hermits from fear, or well presumably fear. X wasn't listening to any of them. Just like Wels he believed this new player to be a thre at, the only thing that made X worse when he got like this than Wels was the protectiveness .
Xisuma being the admin meant that it was his duty to protect his players from threats such as glitches, viruses, hackers and to shield them from the void. X being protective meant he would be hard to reason with, especially because he thinks the kid is a threat and not just might be one.
Scar could understand why, but surely a child couldn't be so malicious to hack into a server for fun. But It was suspicious that the kid was with Helsknight of all people. What if they had to do something with Jellie's disappearing act? Scar wonders.
He had seen Jellie disappear into the night with some kind of food hanging from her maw. Imagine his surprise when he woke up one day to find the leftover chicken he so neatly packed up was gone. Could Jellie know something? She was a smart cat.
"We are going to split up into groups, Scar you will go with Grian. Zedaph, you're with me." Xisuma stated as they neared the forest. The other nodded and the two groups went into separate directions.
The forest was strangely devoid of any monsters. The only sound in the woods was their footsteps and the night bugs quiet buzzing. Neither of them spoke, not wanting to spook away the other player that might be close. They stayed close together, or they did until Scar saw something shiny in the distance and without any further ado went towards it. The poor avian was so focused on observing the bizarre tree before him that he didn't notice his teammate completely disappearing.
Scar went towards the shiny thing, whatever it was it reflected the moonlight. As he got closer and closer, he saw strange marks on the trees. Like someone swiped something sharp at them. He thought. When he finally got close enough to make out what was reflecting light, he was taken aback for a moment. There on the ground rested an arrow, its metalic tip reflecting the light not unlike a pond.
The elf-eared man walked up to the arrow and bent down to pick it up, something rustled in the bushes next to him. Scar's head snapped towards the noise, his eyes scanned the bushes catching the sight of blond fur. Was this the player? "Hey there. You can come out now. I promise I won't hurt you." Scar spoke in a soft tone as he crouched in front of the bushes.
the bushes rustled again, and a blond rabbit leaped out, and ran past him. Scar yelped in surprise before getting back up. "Scar! Where are you?" He heard Grian's shout in the distance. "Here!" He shouted as he got back up. Grian finally entered his eyesight as he went away from the bush. "Don't get lost again." The avian scolded him playfully. "Did you find anything?"
Scar looked at the arrow in his hand. " Just an arrow, probably from a skeleton." The avian shook his head fondly. "C'mon let's go back. X and Zedaph are already waiting for us." Scar followed the avian, but not before glancing back at the bush he saw the rabbit come from. Scar could swear he saw icy blue eyes watching him from the distance.
Holy fucking shit. He almost got found.
Tommy was shaking with adrenaline, he thought when Elfman spoke to him it was his end. That the man knew he was there. He was almost ready to face his fate in the void, rotting away as his code was unrevealed piece by piece. (And isn't that a terrifying thought?) Thankfully the rabbit that Tommy had to share his bush with (Which is unfair. This is his bush. Not the rabbitfuckers.) decided that it would be the perfect time to jump out of the undergrowth and run away.
The player that he killed has most definitely alerted the admin, meaning they were going to hunt him. Fuck. The stupid skeleton that chased after him in the forest at least lost track of him, and by some miracle he didn't get hit with any arrows, only a few scrapes from crawling into the bush.
Why was it so fucking cold tonight anyway? He missed the warmth of the nether, maybe he should have never left. The only advantage being in the overworld was Jellie always bringing food for him to eat. Which yay, he wasn't going to starve to death fast, but the cat couldn't keep it up forever. She would get caught sneaking food out sooner or later.
But he was in the forest now, which is good! Lots of food and resources. Foods like animals (if he could catch any),berries (he might poison himself with) and even plant roots. So maybe not a lot of safe options, but options nonetheless. If he was honest with himself, eating plant roots seemed the most beneficial even if it was disgusting.
Surely plant roots couldn't hurt him? Animals would be too fast to catch in the state he is in and he doesn't want to waste energy. Tommy's stomach growled, the pain of hunger only worsening at the thought of food. He has to stay here for longer, at least until he knows the hermits have gone far enough to safely leave his hiding spot.
He waited for a while, listening to the sounds of the forest with a pained stomach. When he was sure no one was nearby, he finally left his hiding spot. Tommy's stomach growled loudly, and so the boy looked around for anything edible. A small cluster of dandelions caught his gaze. He remembers feeding these to Henry, the cow loved the little yellow flowers. Surely if Henry could eat it then he could too?
With that thought, the blond dug up some of the yellow flowers and shook the dirt off them. Looking at the still dirty flowers with only a bit left on the roots, the blond thought. Good enough. And put the flowers in his mouth.
Tommy gagged at the taste. They tasted disgusting, the bitterness mixed with dirt didn't make a good combo. He was never eating dandelions ever again.
He wandered around the forest for a while, the warm sunlight filtered through the tree leaves, leaving him in a comfortably dark place that didn't burn his eyes. His legs cramped up sometimes, but he stubbornly continued on. After a while Tommy finally reached the edge of the forest, it was by a big river with the other side of it covered in trees.
The bright rays of sunlight warmed his clammy skin as he dragged himself onto a warm rock nearby. He basked in the warmth of the sun, Tommy felt impossibly tired, like he ran a marathon. Just why was he so tired? It's not like walking took up too much energy.
The edges of his sight darkened, when he finally noticed the giant castle and the floating rocks in the distance. Tommy's thoughts seemed far away, he felt disconnected from his body like he was nothing more than an observer from the distance. Chills racked his body, and the feeling of something was wrong was too far away to grasp. And soon the darkness of unconsciousness took him and he could do little to fight back.
Jellie was stealing the leftovers again. Now Scar didn't really understand why she needed the leftovers when she was properly fed, and when she was hungry she usually rubbed against his leg and meow at him. But this? This was strange.
But now the perfect opportunity presented itself to follow his kitty to whatever she was up to, and Scar was going to take it. Carefully and as quietly as he could, he followed Jellie.
She first went towards Zedaph's Hole of Fame, when she arrived at the same spot Zedaph died, she put down the leftovers and started loudly meowing. It wasn't really any type of meowing Scar had heard Jellie make before, it had a purring rumble to it. After waiting for a few seconds with nothing happening, she called again. Still, nothing happened, Jellie then picked up the bundle of leftovers and continued her way towards the forest.
Now Scar did have his suspicions, but still it was a bit buffling to see Jellie searching for the Hacker. He carefully followed her, making sure she didn't notice him, but knowing Jellie, she probably already knew he was there.
The forest was dense and it showed, as it let little sunlight through the tree crowns. Jellie sped up when they were nearing the edge of the forest, right next to the river that went under Scarland. His cat meowed in that trilling meow again, this time it sounded frantic, like someone panicking. Scar pushed through the underbrush and finally he reached the edge of the woods.
There on a rock next to the river laid the player the entire server was searching for. The kid looked just like how Zedaph described him. He had blond hair that was covered in debris and dirt, He wore a ragged red and white t-shirt with torn light brown cargo pants. The child looked worse for wear, he had scars all over him and his ribs poked out from under his skin. He was sick too, if the rapid shallow breathing and the clammy skin wasn't telling then the constant shivers racking his body was an obvious sign.
Jellie padded next to the boy and put down the leftovers next to his head, she then started meowing loudly at him, when that didn't work she carefully tapped his head a few times. Baby blue eyes flew open in momentarily panic, but when he saw Jellie, he relaxed. The boy (because that’s what he was, just a boy) set up slowly, confusion evident on his face.
"Oh hey, It's you again." The boy smiled at Jellie before petting her. Jellie meowed that trill like meow at him, before urging him to eat the leftovers. The boy chuckled at the cat's antics before giving in and eating the food brought to him.
Scar should call the others. The player they’ve been searching for was right here . But he couldn't bring himself to. The kid hardly seemed like a threat let alone dangerous, and surely he couldn't be that bad if Jellie hung around him like some sort of mama cat.
He took a deep breath and started walking back into the forest when a stick snapped under his feet, immediately terrified baby blue eyes snapped towards him. The kid looked like he saw a ghost, and right after making eye contact with Scar he bolted, leaving behind half eaten food.
"Wait! I don't want to….. hurt you." The kid was already gone when those words left his mouth, only Jellie was there. She looked at him with a somewhat sad and annoyed expression before meowing loudly. "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare him away." He told his cat, said cat's annoyed expression turned into a sad one. She went up to Scar and meowed at him worriedly.
"Don't worry." Scar crouched down and pet her as he continued "We will find him."
He could hear his heart beat in his ears, as the adrenaline and panic pushed him to run faster. It was hard to breath and every fiber of his body was protesting against moving. How did they find him? Was the cat not trustable? Does that mean he was poisoned? Was he going to die?
These thoughts raced through Tommy's head and he ran through the forest, the occasional branch scraping him. His run started to slow, Tommy felt heavy, like his body was supporting a massive rock on his shoulders. It was becoming harder to focus on where he was going, and he couldn't breathe.
He was taking breaths but it felt hard to do, a pain in his chest didn't help at all, and as Tommy thought he was going to choke a strangled cough made its way out of his mouth. He was coughing hard, a foul smelling mucus was leaving his mouth and he felt dizzy, each cough caused a sharp stab of pain in his chest.
Finally after the coughing stopped Tommy could finally breathe. It wasn't easy to, and with hardened breathing and his body protesting at any movement he couldn't continue. One moment he was standing up, and then in a blink of an eye he came face to face with the forest floor.
He didn't know how long he laid there on the cold hard dirt, never ending tiredness weightening him down. Shivers racked his body, Tommy felt like he was dumped into a frozen ocean but at the same time like he was swimming in one of the lava pools in the Nether. Time didn't make sense anymore, and despite Tommy's best attempts at getting up, his body always refused. It was hard to move and the blond had become comfortable with just laying there on the ground.
He couldn't tell how much time had passed nor whenever he was conscious or not. Days felt like seconds, and nothing made sense anymore. He knew he wasn't going to survive whatever this was, but at least he could permadie peacefully. It was just him and the forest.
Until it wasn't.
The muffled sound of someone speaking broke the peaceful silence, and soon black boots came into view. Tommy's mind didn't really process what was happening as the muffled voice got even more frantic.
Finally after someone in green clothes (Please don't let it be Dream! please please pleasepleasepleaseplease) picked him up and shushed him, telling him promises that were too far away to grasp the meaning of. When his brain finally caught up with what was happening Tommy started to struggle, but to no avail. Whoever found him had a steelgrip on him. They were talking, but the meaning of the muffled words was too hard to make out, not that Tommy really cared what they had to say.
He blinked and the next thing he knew was the air brushing his face, and he could swear they were flying. The frantic voice of the green robed person never stopping. After a while of what felt like flying It strangely reminded him of those rare occasions when Philza would fly with them they finally landed, the last thing Tommy heard was a feminine voice speaking.
Tommy woke up slowly, the darkness of unconsciousness weighing him down. He felt like he was drifting in the dark ocean of sleep, the currents bringing him in and out of consciousness. Finally it passed and he slowly regained his senses. The first thing that came back to him was his hearing. The steady drip of something rang out in the quiet. The rhythmic drop was calming.
The second sense that came to him was touch. He was laying on something soft and comfortable, almost like a carefully crafted bed. Over him was a soft wool blanket, it gave off a feeling of security. One of his hands felt off, like there was something stiff in it. Breathing was uncomfortable, something was in his nose. It felt like a tube that went down straight into his gut. He didn't like it.
The third sense to come back was smell. wherever he was, it reeked of antiseptic and medicine, but it also had the smell of wood and the river. Tommy tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they were glued together.
In the distance he heard muffled voices speaking. With a little more struggle, he finally managed to open his eyes. Everything was blurry, Wherever Tommy was, was underground. There was some kind of tube in his nose and an IV in his hand, from what he could make out. In front of him was something purple, and the walls were made of black stone.
There were two blobs moving towards him, one was green while the other was a bright shade of pink. They were talking, but no matter how hard the blond tried to make out the words being spoken, the fog in his mind stubbornly stayed and the world kept turning around him.
The blond blinked and suddenly the pink blob was at his side, the muffled noise becoming a bit clearer. "He....ing.....ouldn't...e.......up....rly." The pink blob, now somewhat clearer, looked like a player. She was speaking to the green blob, but despite being so close to Tommy the words were soon lost. The darkness on the edges of his vision inched closer, and in a blink of an eye Tommy was once again plunged into the world of restless sleep.
"He has pneumonia and he was on the borderline of Hypothermia. I gave him amoxicillin through an IV." Stress glanced at Scar with a serious look and continued. "You can't keep him a secret forever you know. Eventually you will have to tell X about him."
Scar sighted. "He's just a kid. He can't be that big of a threat can he? And Jellie trusted him. She has good judgment when meeting new people." He looked at the kid as he spoke. The blond looked so small in that bed, drowning in that knitted wool blanket that Stress covered him with. The tube that was coming from his nose was somewhat disturbing, if only because of the reason it was there. It's a wonder how the poor thing hadn't died from malnutrition.
"I've rather we tell X sooner than later, but I understand why you won't." They both knew how protective X could get of his player, and lately this 'mysterious' player has been freaking him out. If they told the admin about the kid now, he would be sent to a hubworld or be banned, although they both doubted the former.
"If we won't tell X about him, then we have to make sure he doesn't die. His code isn't stable enough for a respawn, and even if he manages to do so, it would leave him in a death loop or worse the glitched code would simply try and purge itself." Scar frowned at Stresses explanation. "Why would his code have such a violent reaction?"
"Because the code would think itself was a virus." Stress watched the steady rhythm of the kid breathe, the blond's eyebrows were furrowed like he was in pain or simply from distress, Stress wasn't sure. Jellie jumped up on the medical bed and the moment she curled up into the crook of the kid's arm, the eyebrows smoothed out and his face relaxed, his breath becoming slower and deeper.
"He trusts Jellie." She looked at Scar with a slight smile. "Maybe he will trust you too." Scar looked deep in thought at that. "I will go get soup from the soup group. Message me immediately if he wakes up." Then with exchanging goodbyes Stress left leaving the green robed man to his thoughts.
Scar watched the boy sleep, with his cat there as an anchor of comfort. Would the kid trust him? He hoped so. He wants to help this kid so badly.