Chapter Text
“Congratulations, everyone, on another successful death game!”
Double Life had just ended, and Grian had brought them all out of spectator mode. The soulbonds were broken, and they were all going home. Tango congratulated Pearl on her win, then went to stand besides Jimmy. The two had become far closer during the event- even though they died first. Well, that just gave them extra time to hang out as ghosts! Jimmy couldn’t help dying like that, it wasn’t his fault.
Zedaph- their transportation- appeared in a flash of purple mist, which would be pretty intimidating if he hadn’t nearly fallen over when trying to find his footing on the uneven ground. Tango laughed and went to help. “Having problems, oh great portal master?”
“I’m fine! Just- hold on- okay, would you all kindly forget that, I’m here to bring you back home. Grian told me it was over, so-”
“Zed, we all know you were watching”
“... maybe I was! And maybe your death was hilarious, Tango! ”
“You jerk!” The two hermits dissolved into laughter.
It was time to send everyone home. Zedaph removed his sunglasses, his mesmerizing nether-portal eyes on full display. One by one, everyone looked and disappeared. Going home.
Zed shifted his gaze towards Tango. It was time for him to go back to Hermitcraft- it wouldn’t be as much as a home without Jimmy, though. He stared into Zed’s eyes, letting that familiar purple swirl envelop his vision, and teleported away.
… Tango appeared in the middle of a mesa. This was not his base. This was definitely not near anywhere on the server he recognized. “Dangit, Zed, fix your stupid portals!”
Oh well. He started walking around, looking for any structure he could use to tell where he was.