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Cub sometimes calls himself a Glitch sommelier, believe me. He knows a lot about them.
Cub is a scientist,
He likes to poke,
He likes to open,
He likes to investigate a myriad of glitches to the point that he himself is glitched.
Yes he is less than 30 years old,
Yes he is aging in a rapid speed, to the point of concern,
But don’t worry isn’t like in 5 years, he is gonna be so old that he will be older than TFC,
pfff I don’t know how you came to this conclusion.
ANYWAY, as I was saying Cub knows his glitches, he has been learning about them for years at this point. A lot of years if you count his accelerated aging.
Some hermits when the end of a season come, just go home, or go make another world to play while waiting for Xisuma “It’s okay to come” message, but not Cub.
Cub do something very stupid and very dangerous that the other hermits don’t know.
Only Scar knows, but Scar is an enabler at hearth so it’s not that big of a problem.
Cub likes to hack himself in glitched worlds, looking for samples, clues and souvenirs.
It sounds dangerous, it is dangerous, Cub has done it a gazillion times and this time isn’t different
He found a very peculiar Island… A single end island, of an old update that was frozen in time and glass so much glass.
When he logs into the “world” the first thing he sees is his feet and the void, Cub holds a scream inside of his throat, because he may feel like it, but he isn’t falling, No the entire island is made of translucent glass.
He puts his hands on the floor, feeling it and marking his mental checking list of things to do. It is glass, but the crevices feel like endstone.
- It is hard and porous, the cheese-like texture was not lost, A classic block swap glitch.
Cub talks with himself, communicator recording his voice and the world around him.
Sometimes a very peculiar glitch can happen to a world, something happens with the server code, where a glitched item corrupts the world and all blocks and entities become the block. This one was very lucky it was the end and not the main overworld.
At least this way, if someone was here at the time of the glitch, they were going to respawn back in their overworld base, nice and safe, right?
The dragon is splattered on the floor, all broken limbs and her screaming face shows exactly the moment the bug happened.
-Poor soul I bet it was happy to complete the End for the first time.
Cub talks, points the camera trying to get a close look of the broken dragon, He picks a piece of her wings and puts it safely in his inventory.
-It’s for late research.
He says and shivers a little, the weird place is beautiful, but its connotation makes his stomach knot with uncertainty and fear. not that he will admit
And in the off center of the island there it is.
-Even the bedrock became glass.
Hands almost in the egg, an excited expression in it’s his? face, beautiful glass wings extended giving the glass avian and ethereal look.
He never got the chance to jump in the portal.
Cub feels like vomiting, yes he knows that it is just a husk of a player that died and respawned a long time ago, taking into account the old update that this End is locked in, but even so, It feels wrong to just leave him here. Cub places his hand in the once-jumper of the now glass husk and will it into his inventory.
-Now to do more research.
Season 6 is four days away
Eternity is a long long time
It feels like years
It was only some months
Not that he knows
Everything is glass,
Grian is glass,
His body is glass,
His mind is glass,
He is broken in a way that doesn’t have a fix
Blind and frozen in place,
He can’t see,
He can’t hear,
He can’t move,
He can’t cry ,
A trapped bird in a glass cage, made of his own flesh and bones.
The only thing he was not stripped of is comically his admins senses.
He knows this is a glitch,
He knows his co-admins cut this End of Evo,
He doesn't blame them, He would have done the same given the circumstances, but even so, it hurts to be abandoned that way.
He knows he has no chance.
He should have just died, respawned in the overworld and fixed this mess,
But who would know that forgetting a single piece of slightly glitched glass in his inventory would cause his demise.
He knows when someone that is not in his whitelist enters his world, enters this world.
Who is the bumbling idiot who entered at their own will, this mess of a glitch?!
After this everything is silent again, a good ten years in his mind passes, before he feels it.
A sparkle of player magic hits him,
And then Grian is not in the cursed End no more,
No. He is in someone’s inventory
The cursed admin felts like crying again,
He truly got changed beyond his recognition
The universe reads him as an Item
It is derogatory,
Humiliating,
But not a lot changes,
At least now he can taste new code,
Its enrichment!
The player jumps through a lot of worlds, A lot of glitched and broken worlds , and the admin in Grian feels like scolding them, because WTF?! He got picked by a crazy one, that is sure.
This player doesn’t have the minimum of common sense! You don’t enter a world where everything that touches slime becomes slime! The player didn’t become slime, neither did the Grian, but this is a crazy person nonetheless.
Grian is so accustomed to glitched code, that he would have stumbled if he was physically capable of when they finally entered a non-glitched world,
It feels like fresh air and clear water,
No corruption,
No additional risks for his already mangled code,
It had the most potent anti-virus he ever felt,
This puts Evo to shame
Suddenly for the first time in years, decades, millennia, he not only can feel the code, he can manipulate it.
He has to be quick, he doesn’t know when the world code will notice him and block him from the admin power
Grian grabs his own raw code with all his might and just yanks it, every minecraft:glass has to go now. He can’t get everything out, but for the most part he is clean, he isn’t an item to the universe’s eye no more, he can’t stay in this inventory.
There are 22 players around a portal, in this newly generated world everyone is shit chatting and eagerly waiting for the start of the season to be announced.
They were waiting to see if more people were coming.
A creeper cyborg looks desolated at the portal, waiting for those that at this point are already lost.
Someone loudly crashes on the floor beside where Cub was standing, chatting with Scar and Stress.
A big shattering glass sound is heard when the person screams.
Everything hurts
He hasn’t felt anything in years.
Everything is too bright, Too loud
His wings are too heavy,
Why are they still glass?! It hurts!
Grian tries to crack his eyes open, but promptly closes then The point of his fingers are translucent, the clack sound it makes when he closes his fists is nauseating.
There are people chatting around him, one voice is slightly familiar. He screams when someone touches his shoulder
His scream is like glass, broken and shattered, he wonders if his vocal cords are still made of flesh.
-Grian?!
Is this?...
Mumbo!?!
He wants to scream, he wants to cry, Mumbo is here.
Suddenly Grian realizes he can’t breathe well at all, the air is too heavy.
He opens his eyes, but the light doesn’t bore him, because he can’t breathe.
His glass wings flap inutile at the sand, but he doesn’t care, because he can’t breathe.
His lips are turning blue and every breath that he tries to take just sounds like someone is angrily stomping on a pathetic piece of glass shard.
Yes he is an admin, he knows what long exposure to the End air can do to a player, but for god's sake, HE DIDN’T HAD FUNCTIONAL LUNGS, WHY IS HE BEING AFFECTED?!, He still can’t breathe.
There are people screaming, what is an X? Why are they talking about math?
Someone he hopes it’s Mumbo moves him to lay in their lap, a gentle hand brushes his scalp, while a weird muzzle is latched shut in his face, He can breathe.
He takes long and greedy gulps of air, the air is strange, more thin, more salty, like in the End.
Someone had an air filter with them and Grian couldn't be more grateful.
It takes some minutes, hours, days, years. For him to become aware of his surroundings
When did time become a concept so hard for Grian to grasp?
There are a lot of weird and unfamiliar faces looking at him. There is also an old man, Grian has never seen his face before, but one look at the man's code and he knows, This is the one that saved him, even if it was an accident.
Grian's entire body is sore, he is exhausted and he feels like he doesn’t have any drop of energy left, he looks up and sees someone he never though he would see again
-MUMBO!
He screams excited, his voice is cracking, slightly muffled with the air filter and with a crystal-like tone to it that it didn't have before, but it's his voice and he hadn't heard it for so long that he feared not having the capacity of using it anymore.
-Grian!
Mumbo says back, careful with his volume, but excited nonetheless.
His mustached face smiles and he rubs his hand in Grian's scalp as a means of comfort.
And with this Grian cries, ugly pitiful sobs that he couldn't do before, because glass can't cry.
Mumbo cries too, a little more composed, but happy tears escape seeing someone that he thought was dead, Someone whose funeral he attended, someone whose grave he visited weekly , but Grian is in his arms alive ! Yes there is something clearly wrong , glass wings, glass hands, there is a timbre in his voice that is not organic, but Grian is here! And this is all that matters for now.
-uhhh, can someone explain what is happening?
Someone in the crowd of Hermits asked
Cub sheepish scratches his bushy gray beard, he claps his hands making a loud sound and getting everyone's attention, with a slightly guilty look on his face he starts talking.
-Sooo, funny story, I may have stumbled in a glitched world and entered it just to see how it looks like, like just a peak nothing big-
-thirty-two!
Grian interrupts, face red and ugly from crying, but his sobs subdued, He points his transparent finger menacingly at Cub
-You crazy man, entered THIRTY-TWO corrupted and glitched worlds, how are you alive?!
Everyone is looking at Cub, his luck is that Xisuma doesn't have the ability to kill with only his eyes, but to be sincere he probably prefers a quick death instead of the scolding Xisuma is cooking in his head at this exact moment.
Cub pointedly ignores his fuming and concerned Admin and in turn looks at where Grian is still sprawled in Mumbo’s lap.
-Uhhhh, Welcome to hermitcraft? We are all slightly insane here.
Cub says, voice wavering, certain and uncertain of his own claims.
-He doesn’t represent all of us!
Someone in the crowd shoults
-He is not wrong to...
Welcome to hermitcraft indeed.