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Somewhere, in a train station to nowhere, a boy sits playing solitaire with his estranged brother. The boy asks his brother a question.

“Hey, Wil, do you think that I have a ghost somewhere on the SMP?”

His brother laughs. “Toms, of course you do. All of us in L̸̰̒́͌ī̶͚̖͉̪́̋̚m̷͎̃͂̈́ͅb̵̳̯̜͛̋o̴̘̽͛͝ have them. Maybe if you ask Mum nicely enough she’ll even tell you where he is,” he teased. The boy glares. “Not funny. You know I can’t summon her, Wilbur.” 

Wilbur snickers. Making fun of Tommy is the best fun he’s had in his 13 years in L̸̰̒́͌ī̶͚̖͉̪́̋̚m̷͎̃͂̈́ͅb̵̳̯̜͛̋o̴̘̬̽͛͝ . 

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Somewhere else, in the kingdom of the Void, a Mother weeps for her youngest. She cannot move the half of him in L̸̰̒́͌ī̶͚̖͉̪́̋̚m̷͎̃͂̈́ͅb̵̳̯̜͛̋o̴̘̬̽͛͝ , but she can move his other half, his ghost. She reaches and reaches and reaches and reaches and reaches , and shifts half of her poor son’s soul through the Void to safety. Of course her actions do not come without consequence. She has used her energy. She can now only hope that her son will heal, at least a little bit. 

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The boy looks down at his feet. He feels… odd. He thinks that he probably shouldn’t be able to vaguely see the ground through his tattered shoes. Oh well. It’s not really something he thinks he should be thinking about. He doesn’t know where he is. He also doesn’t know exactly who he is, but he imagines he is a very cool and big man. 

The boy tries to think harder about who he is. Flashes of what he can only assume are his memories flit painfully past his eyelids. Explosions, so many of them, the image of a one by one pillar raised to the sky, the feeling of falling. He shudders. Something leaks from his eyes, and it hurts. He tries not to think about any of the pain he’s feeling, phantom or real. Speaking of phantom pain, the boy looks at his arms and legs a little closer. They’re covered in old burns, explosion scars, and badly healed cuts. 

He decides not to think about it anymore. His heart clenches and his feathers ruffle.

Instead, the boy decides to take a look at his surroundings. 

He’s on the edge of a forest, with a river to his east. Past the river is a huge, snowy mountain with a huge fortress unlike any other he’s ever seen before. He hazily recalls that nothing like that could have ever existed at his home server. He suddenly realizes that he is definitely not on his home server. His memories of everything are still fuzzy, so instead of worrying about that he decides to slowly make his way towards the giant citadel on the mountain. 

While he’s walking, he notices a man with fiery hair and a tail in the distance. The boy feels his body shift slightly as he keeps moving forward. Creeping closer to the man, he notices that he has red eyes as well. Taking in his appearance completely, he feels his body shift the rest of the way as he assumes the strange netherborn’s form. He knows it isn’t perfect, he can still feel his wings after all, but finally using his powers again after what felt like forever (how long had it been again? His concept of time had been steadily slipping since he had come into existence) was pretty nice. So caught up in his own thoughts, he didn’t realize that the unknown man had spotted him staring from behind a tree and started slowly walking towards him. The boy figured that this probably wasn’t a good thing. Instead of heading towards the fortress like he originally had planned, he sprints west instead, making sure that the man doesn’t see him shift into a smaller, more agile form in the process. 

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Tango had been having a good day, all things considered. He was still working on Decked Out 2, but he was in the home stretch of it now. He was almost finished for the day! Or he was, until he noticed something watching him. It didn’t feel like a hostile glare, but he could never be too careful. After all, Grian was never really hostile when playing pranks on anyone. To his surprise, when he turned around to look for whatever was staring at him he did not find any of his friends behind him. Instead, he saw a distorted, half-translucent version of himself that definitely had more scars than he himself did. But the thing that really caught Tango’s eye were the wings. Even though they were battered and had plenty of feathers out of place they still took his breath away. They were unlike anything else he had ever seen, although of course he hadn’t really met anyone else who was half-transparent either. The imposter-Tango’s wings were a dark crimson with white flecks throughout, and the tips of the feathers were a shimmering gold. 

And then, as if breaking out of a trance, the figure turned around and ran towards the east, tail whipping in the wind. Tango could only stare as the ghost-like figure disappeared into the forest. After standing there in shock for a moment, he pulled out his communicator. 

<You whispers to VintageBeef>: hey you didn’t happen to make a clone of me, did you?

<VintageBeef whispers to you>: No I didn’t, why? Need one for a project or something?

Tango thought for a moment. The figure hadn’t attacked him on sight, so it didn’t seem like it would be a Helsknight situation yet. 

<You whisper to VintageBeef>: nah, was just thinking about it. no worries.

<VintageBeef whispers to you>: Alright then

Putting his communicator away, Tango ponders the mysterious figure. He wonders where they’ll be going next. The most logical answer, of course, would be towards Grian and Mumbo, since they were his neighbors, but they weren’t at their bases at the moment. He scratched his head. Whatever the case, he figured the server was about to get very lively, very soon.

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Once the boy was sure he wasn’t being followed, he stopped and shifted back to the form of the strange man from earlier (he figured that it would be better than revealing his own skin to anyone else on this strange server) to catch his breath. Not that he had any, he found. Huh. That was definitely odd. He didn’t feel like he was breathing at all. His head started to hurt again. More flashes of memories hit his brain. Fireworks, withers, an underground ravine, and witnessing someone who he can’t quite remember the face of getting murdered right in front of him. He groaned and curled up into a ball on the forest floor. His head hurt so much it was almost unbearable. The worst thing about partially getting his memories back is that he almost definitely knew that he was dead now. He had vague memories of someone (a brother?) who was all transparent-ish like he was and also had memory problems like he did at the moment. 

So he was a ghost. Cool. A ghost who still didn’t know his own name. Totally awesome. 

At least he was getting used to this strange new server. He figured he had been around for a couple of days, but he couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t encountered any hostile mobs, and he found that odd. Sure, it was nice to not have to fight tooth and nail all the time, but he almost felt like the unfriendly mobs were avoiding him. 

He started walking slightly more south than he had been. After walking for a while, he sees what looks like a watchtower in the distance past a body of water. The boy briefly debated using his wings, but decided against it since the man who’s form he was taking didn’t originally have them. If someone recognized him and questioned him, it could be bad. 

Walking closer to the watchtower, he started paying more attention to his surroundings. He didn’t want a repeat of his encounter with the netherborn and have to start running from everyone on this server. He didn’t even know how many people were here. He really didn’t want everyone against him again . As he approached the lookout he felt his stomach drop.

Just past the tower was a huge dug out pit. One that dredged up horrible memories for himself, once again. More flashbacks. Of course. Why would it be anything else? He sat himself down in the dirt and let his brain run its course. But this time, it felt a little different to him. Clearer than the others. It caused him to panic and thrash for a moment.

“Tommy, do you think you're a Hero? Is that what this is!?" a man he faintly recognizes yells at him, face blurred by the memory. 

"I just wanted…I just wanted L'Manberg–" his memory started to reply, but he got cut off. "You just wanted POWER !" 

"That's all I ever wanted—I didn't! I just wanted–!" he’s cut off again.

"You just did a coup ! You just did a hostile government takeover and then immediately instilled yourself as president. And then you gave it to your friend, but that's still a tyrant Tommy! But the thing about this world Tommy…is that good things don't happen to Heroes…"

A pause. The boy, Tommy, can’t move. 

“Let me tell you a story Tommy, a story of a man called Theseus. His country, well a city state technically, was in danger, and he sent himself forward into enemy lines. He slayed the Minotaur and saved his city. You know what they did to him, Tommy? They exiled him, he died in disgrace, despised by his people. That's what happens to Heroes, Tommy!"

A new boy, achingly familiar but face still obscured, interrupted, “But he saved everyone!"

The new boy is ignored. “"The Greeks knew the score, but if you want to be a ‘Hero’ Tommy, that's fine…"

“ T̷̡̰̂͌̔ẻ̷̺̗̰̯̄̒̆c̴̥͚̝̳͂̉͗h̸̛͙̤̉n̶̰͔̰̦̈́̚ȏ̸̡͍̠b̷̧̙̫̌l̷̡̨̲̜͋̓ą̷̢̖̔͝d̷̼̺̎͐͒e̸̟̟͑̋̑ , don't do this, we're so close!" Tommy pleaded.

"If you want to be a Hero…"

"No one’s the Hero! We got Manberg for–!"

"If you want to be a Hero Tommy, THEN DIE LIKE ONE !" and then the Wither spawns.

The boy gasps for air again (only to get none, of course) and scrambles to his feet. No longer caring about the safety issue of using his wings, he takes off heading north-west, unaware of the fact that his shapeshifting illusion had long since disappeared.

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Unbeknownst to the freshly departed boy, he had had an audience. Well, part of an audience. The man watching had only noticed the boy about a minute before he had taken off. At first he had thought him to be Tango, but upon further inspection, it was someone he had never seen before. He could have sworn he saw Tango, but he supposed it could just be him being sleep deprived. 

Doc had no idea where the boy could have come from, really. Hermitcraft was a whitelist-only server, and every hermit had to be in agreement to add someone new. He knew that there had not been a meeting about anything like that. Pulling out his communicator, he thought for a moment. He contemplated messaging Xisuma, only to see that he had been messaged first.

WorldChat

XisumaVoid: Has anyone seen anyone new around? I got a faint notification for someone joining but I know I haven’t whitelisted anyone else. It’s worrying, I think it may be a hacker.

PearlescentMoon: Nothing here, X. I'll keep a lookout

EthosLab: Nothing here. But of course, I am a bit farther from everyone else.

GoodTimesWithScar: Nope, sorry X :(

Keralis1: Nothing here either, sorry Shaswammy!

Doc weighed his options. Telling everyone may have merit, but it could also frighten the very clearly already scared kid he had just seen. Thinking a bit more, he did see the kid flying towards Scarland, maybe he could just privately message him a warning and no one would have to know.

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Hey. I think I may have an idea about our “intruder” but I need you to not say anything just yet. 

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: wait what? what’s up??

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: He’s a kid. Or at least I think he is. Late teens, probably 15 or 16? Saw him briefly at the edge of The Perimeter having what seemed to be a panic attack before he suddenly snapped up and flew away. I’m telling you because he was heading towards Scarland.

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: oh goodness. yeah i can see why you wouldn’t want me to say anything then huh. if i see him i’ll try to calm him down and get him somewhere safe then.

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Thank you so much, Scar. I owe you one.

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: go to bed then! 

Doc snorted as he put his communicator down. He could trust Scar with the kid.

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Tommy wasn’t really sure where he was going. His wings hurt and he was still coming off of his panic attack and he was dizzy as hell. At least he knew his name now. That was the one positive thing to come out of having such a heavy flashback. He knew his name! 

Squinting out into the distance, Tommy could see a building with an oddly-colored teal roof. It didn’t look like any block he knew, but he was also delirious so what did he know really. Soaring through the sky, Tommy could vaguely make out the shape of the building. As he approached closer, he realized that this build was massive . Who even had the time for this? Or the materials? Or the lack of enemies ? He sighed. He really was on a different server now. He distantly hoped that they at least wouldn’t think he was an insufferable brat. Not that they could really hurt him, he supposed. The boy vaguely wondered if anyone could even touch him.

Trying to land as quietly as possible was proving to be a difficult task for Tommy, since his wings were a bit big and he really shouldn’t have been flying with them looking so disheveled. Oh well. Being a ghost did have its perks though, it helped him glide down better! Hitting the ground, Tommy surveyed his surroundings. This new build was huge.  Although he didn’t really get a good look at the Pit-esque build before he had his panic attack, he did still see the intricate wall details. He could still kind of see them in the distance, it seemed like he didn’t end up flying too far. Either that, or these strange builds were huge enough to see from far away. Tommy got the feeling it was actually both. 

Perched on top of the weird teal metal roof he saw earlier, Tommy spots another person. Ducking down slightly, he takes a closer look at the man down on the ground. He seems to be holding something, probably a communicator. Tommy wonders what happened to his, as it’s nowhere to be found. He probably lost it when he made his way onto this unknown server by accident. The man has scars on his face not too dissimilar from Tommy’s, and he’s leaning on a diamond shovel like a cane. Squinting slightly, Tommy notices that there’s a cat next to the man. How does he have a cat? Tommy doesn’t think that many pets survive long in servers. Maybe the cat is a secret. Peering down towards the man again, Tommy could feel his form start to shift. The man seemed human, all things considered. Maybe the netherborn man he had seen a few days ago was an outlier on this server. 

Hearing a meow suddenly, Tommy almost successfully stifles a squawk from coming out of his mouth at the unexpected sound. Not fully though. He ducks down and curls into himself on the roof. Surely the man couldn’t get up here, right?

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Putting his communicator away, Scar stepped out of the building he was working on to survey the rest of Scarland. The messages he had gotten from Doc were mildly worrying at best, especially if the intruder really was a kid. He meant what he said of course, that he would try and help the kid, but he couldn’t help but also be nervous. He didn’t really know anything about this kid or what he was capable of. 

Suddenly, Scar heard the sound of flapping wings in the distance. It sounded like it was near the entrance, so he started going in that direction. With Jellie following, Scar made his way to the arch just in time to see a flash of crimson and gold duck down behind one of the flags. He wasn’t positive that it wasn’t just Grian, but to be safe he pulled out his communicator to ask.

<You whisper to Grian>: hey grain are you nearby? thought i saw you

<Grian whispers to you>: Not at the moment!

<Grian whispers to you>: Do you think it was that mysterious intruder X is looking for?

<You whisper to Grian>: can’t be sure. it was probably nothing but i’m gonna check it out in a sec. gotta msg someone else first

After finishing up talking to Grian, Scar pulls up his messages from earlier with Doc.

<You whisper to Docm77>: did the kid by chance have crimson and gold wings? think i found him. can you come to the entrance of scarland and help me out? don’t want to scare him but i probably can’t do this myself

<Docm77 whispers to you>: Yeah that’s him. I can come down, I was thinking about going after him anyways. Where exactly is he?

<You whisper to Docm77>: he’s on the roof of the entrance to scarland behind one of the flags. it looks like he’s just observing me but i don’t know. 

<Docm77 whispers to you>: Okay, I’m coming. Try not to scare him off.

Setting his communicator down again, Scar slowly makes his way closer to the entrance. After he gets close enough to see the kid without him noticing that he’s been seen, Scar pulls out his shovel to lean on. Jellie meows at him, and he hears a muffled squawk coming from the roof. He can just barely see the kid now, and although he looks slightly different from before, his wings are still noticeable. Scar figures that he just wasn’t close enough before to get a good look at the kid. Hearing a rocket, he looks to the sky to see Doc gliding down to meet him. 

“Hey Doc!” he greets.

“Hello. The kid is still on your roof, by the way. He didn’t notice me overhead, since he’s curled up into a ball. Did something startle him?” Doc asks.

“Oh, yeah, Jellie meowed and I guess he wasn’t expecting it. I heard him stifle a squawk. He’s probably part avian. Should I get Grian?”

“Let’s wait until we can actually talk to the boy first. He seems skittish, I don’t want to overwhelm him and have him run away before we can get any information.” Doc replies.

“Alright! Should we go up then?” Scar inquires.

The goat hybrid nods, and they both put on their elytras and make their way onto the roof. 

Scar did not expect to find someone who looked almost exactly like him when he got up there.

“Is that what he looked like before?” he asks.

“It is not. He was definitely blond before. And more gangly.” Doc responds.

The boy(?) is shivering. He lifts his head up and Scar has to hold back a gasp as he looks at his own face, but covered with at least three times the amount of marks he has. His(?) eyes look distant, as if not present. A crooked scar is running down the left side of his face, through one of his eyes. Explosion marks mar the side of his imposter’s face and neck. Scar’s vision ripples as the imposter’s form shifts, but he notices that the marks all stay the same. He is greeted with what looks to be Tango, before the face of an unknown ram hybrid flickers, and then a piglin. Body shaking, the form settles into what Scar assumes to be his natural one as the boy shudders and falls completely still, eyes closed. 

Scar is in shock. Looking over at Doc, the goat hybrid is too. His mouth feels dry. Clearing his throat, he starts to speak. “Did he have a panic attack?” Scar asks, worried.

“It looked more like a PTSD flashback to me.” Scar gasps. The look on Doc’s face is grim. “We need to move him off the roof,” he says, “he’s passed out now, but I don’t know how long he’ll stay that way.”

“Yeah, we do. Can you get him alright?” Scar asks. “Bring him down to my base, we can get any injuries he has patched up there.” 

Doc nods and picks up the kid gently. Scar builds a temporary path down from the roof, he doesn’t want to use an elytra to get the kid down. As they walk slowly to Scar’s base, Doc speaks.

“He’s very light. Too light, for a teenager. And if you look closer, he’s partially transparent. I can see my hands carrying him even though he’s in my arms.” 

Scar stops walking for a moment to inspect. A small gasp escapes him as he realizes that Doc is right. How did he not notice that the boy was ghost-like before? 

“Did you notice that he shifted to look like Tango briefly? I’m going to message him and ask if he knows anything.” Scar says.

“Good idea, I didn’t see that.”

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Tango’s focus is shifted away from his work with a ping from his communicator. 

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: have you encountered an imposter of yourself at all recently? 

Tango sputtered. How did he know? Did he also encounter the server’s mysterious intruder?

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Yeah, I did. Crimson and gold wings?

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: yep! that’s the one! well, me and doc found him, but nothing really makes sense. the kid’s a shapeshifter, i think. the only reason i figured to message you is because he briefly shifted to look like you. 

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Oh, THAT’S what that was! I didn’t know that. All I saw was someone who looked like me but paler and with wings in the forest by Decked Out 2 before he turned tail and ran off. 

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: he’s at my base now. passed out, probably exhausted. doc encountered him yesterday too. he’s probably been running around the server for at least a week at this point

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: if you want to come see him you can. we don’t know when he’ll wake up but doc is taking care of him. he seems like a true avian so i’m gonna call grain down at some point. the kid’s wings are in poor shape, it’s a wonder he even got to scarland in the first place

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Alright, I’ll come down in a few days then. Are you going to tell Xisuma?

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: ...not yet. i want to at least talk to the kid before we get xisuma. we have no idea who he is or where he came from and he’s already had at least two pretty bad panic attacks so i don’t want to overwhelm him

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Alright. I won’t tell.

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Tommy’s head was pounding. His mouth was dry, and his back hurt. At least wherever he was was comfortable, and it almost wanted to make him go back to sleep. Almost. Cracking open his eyes a bit, he took in his surroundings. It was a plain room, all things considered. Looking around more, he starts to get up. He was still unused to his ghostly body, so he phased through the bed a bit before stabilizing. He looks to the window. He can see the roof where he was sitting earlier. He doesn’t really remember what he was doing up there. The memory is fuzzy to him. 

His wings ruffled. They needed to be preened, he hadn’t done that in probably a month at this point. Maybe longer, depending on how long he had been a ghost. His thoughts are harshly interrupted by the sound of the door opening. 

“Oh! Kid! We didn’t think you’d be awake so quickly!” It was the man he saw while he was on the roof. Tommy stared at him, unmoving. “Oh, sorry I startled you. My name is Scar.” the man, Scar, held out his hand. Tommy looked at his hand and weighed whether or not to shake it. He didn’t really have anything to lose, so after a moment he took the hand and nodded. 

Scar continued talking. “One of my friends, Doc, is here with me, he helped me get you off the roof of the entrance. Why were you up there? Actually, how are you even here? Hermitcraft is a whitelist-only server,” he said. 

Tommy blinked. He was on a whitelist-only server? He vaguely recognized the name “Hermitcraft” but his memories weren't very cooperative with him. 

“Kid? You alright?”

Tommy opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, finding that he couldn’t form the words. Instead of talking, he just nodded. Reaching for his neck, he found the explosion scar there. That seemed to be the source of his troubles. He sighed internally. Not being able to talk was going to be awful for him. Looking back up at Scar, he found his gaze full of pity. Tommy glared at him. He didn’t fucking want pity. 

“Right, right, sorry. So you can’t talk right now? Do you want a piece of paper?”

Tommy nodded again. He watched as Scar left the room, presumably to go grab more supplies.

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When Scar came back, he handed Tommy a few sheets of paper and a pen. He also, to Tommy’s surprise, handed him a golden apple. 

“You weren’t really injured when we brought you in, but you’re probably exhausted. You can eat that to regain some of your energy. Speaking of, Doc has some questions for you. Would you mind if he came in as well?”

Tommy stared at the man for a moment. He was asking if Tommy was alright with it? He probably wasn’t really asking to be fair, just giving the illusion of choice. The golden apple was probably a bribe to get him to cooperate before they tried to put him out of his misery for invading their server. He (attempted to) chuckle dryly. Taking the apple, he shrugged at Scar. Not like they could kill him a fourth time anyways. Scar simply nodded and left the room again.

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Scar didn’t know how to feel about the apparently mute shapeshifting boy. He seemed fairly calm, but he noticed a moment of panic when he realized he couldn’t speak. Walking up to Doc, he gestured for him to follow Scar into the room. “He’s mute. I gave him paper to write with so he can answer your questions.” Doc nodded. When they first walked into the room, the boy didn’t notice them at first. Scar saw a glimpse of a smile on his face as he was eating the golden apple he had given him as a peace offering. But when the boy saw Doc, Scar saw another flash of panic hit the kid’s face before he shuddered and waved at the two.

Before anything could happen, they had to learn the kid’s name. “Hey kid, I don’t really want to keep having to call you kid, so could you tell us your name?” The kid glared at Scar before writing something on the paper. “My name is Tommy. And I’m not a kid.”

Scar chuckled. “Well, Tommy, if you aren’t a kid, how old are you?” Tommy glared again. Scar could tell that if he could talk he would be swearing up a storm. Looks like he wasn’t going to be answering that question. “Alright, alright. Doc is gonna ask you questions now. You good with that?” The kid nodded.

Doc cleared his throat. “First, and probably most importantly, I want to know how you got here. Our admin very clearly didn’t whitelist you,” Scar watched as Tommy stiffed at the mention of an admin, “and we need to know if it was a security breach.” Tommy stared at Doc for a moment before hastily scribbling something down.

“I don’t know. One second I was falling on my home server and then I woke up here. I don’t even know why I’m fucking here, wherever Hermitcraft is, I should be back home. My memories aren’t the best right now big man”

“Your memories? Do you have memory problems?” Doc asked.

Tommy scribbled again. “Have you seriously never met a ghost, big man? That’s like, our whole thing. At least I think so. It’s hard to tell.”

Scar looked at the kid in shock. A ghost? Like a dead person ghost? The boy’s half-transparency made some semblance of sense now, but he still couldn’t believe it. 

“Huh. Based on your reaction I guess you really haven’t. Is everyone here really good at not dying or something?”

“No actually, the opposite. Us hermits tend to die a lot. I know I die a lot to elytra flying myself.” Scar says.

“E-lie-tra? Never heard of those before. Except maybe once from someone on my home server. Wait that’s not my point how do you guys keep living after losing all three lives??”

“Three lives? Hermitcraft has infinite respawns, Tommy. No one dies permanently.” Tommy stares skeptically at Scar. Scar supposes it makes sense for him to be skeptical. He’s the one claiming to be a ghost after all. Not that Scar doesn’t believe him, but he had to admit it was a bit odd. How did the ghost of a teenager show up on a whitelist-only server? 

Doc cleared his throat. “I have some more questions if you don’t mind.” Scar nodded.

“Scar is right, Hermitcraft has infinite respawns. But I have more questions about you, apparently, being a ghost. Can you tell me what you do remember?”

Tommy shrugs, resigned. “Sure I guess. Don’t know quite how old I am. Probably around 16 when I died? Maybe older, maybe younger. I don't know how much time has passed since then, really. I have vague memories of my third death, but not quite of the first two. The third one is what made me a ghost so I guess that makes sense. I remember most of the rules of my home server, there was a no flying rule and a no going to the End rule. I don’t remember most people besides blurry faces. I only remembered my name a few days ago. Had a flashback, a pretty sad one, I think. Saw that giant crater over a bit south and got a huge migraine about it. I think my home was probably blown up. And someone I thought I was close to told me to ‘die like a hero if I wanted to be one so bad’ or something along those lines. I kinda remember the wars. And then I remember falling, and waking up here.”

Scar stared at the boy in shock. "Wars"? Plural? Tommy kept writing.

“Most ghosts, I think, are halves of a soul. At least that’s the way I remember Ghostbur describing it. Ghostbur was a ghost on my home server. I think he might have been my brother. I don’t remember how he died, but I remember him only being the happy, naive part of who he was when he was alive. He said his other half was in… I can’t remember the name. The other half is somewhere else.”

Scar turns to look at Doc. They’re both wearing the same expression of horror on their face. 

“I remember one of my homes getting completely blown up. I don’t remember why I was there or why I was alone but I remember. I remember making a pillar up until my arms hurt so much I couldn’t do anything else. And then I walked off. And then I was here! As a ghost! It’s actually kinda fun being a ghost, I don’t get too tired anymore. I remember that I was so tired before I died. I remember everyone else on the server hating me too, besides one person. I wish I could remember who that was.”

Scar was speechless. They were speaking to the ghost of a 16 year old kid who had committed suicide on his home server. Doc also seemed equally speechless. They all stood there for a moment in silence before it was broken again by Tommy writing something else.

“I don’t really think it’s that big a deal, big man. All things considered, this is probably the best way for me to exist. Everyone really did think I was annoying and hated me, I think. It’s for the best that I’m dead to them. They’d all probably like ghost me more! I mean. No one wants to hang out with a bitter child soldier, right?” The ghost smiled up at them. Scar looked at the boy. He looked so young. Innocent even. Tommy scribbled on the paper again. “I wonder where my body is. I hope it’s not still in Logstedshire, that’d be bad. Oh hey! I remembered the name of the place! Logstedshire was the place I was staying before I died!” Scar looked at Tommy again before speaking softly.

“Why would it be bad if your body was still there?” he asked gently.

“I don’t quite remember. I remember someone else coming to visit me when I was there but he wasn’t very nice to me. I think he blew up my things.” Tommy fiddled with the spinning compass that was hung around his neck. “I don’t think it’d be good if he had my body. I remember he wanted to do something with my brother’s body when he died too.”

Scar felt like he was going to be sick. Bile rose in his throat and he coughed trying to push it back down. 

Doc started talking again, but Scar wasn’t really listening anymore. “Tommy, thanks for answering. We do need to contact Xisuma, our admin, but–” Doc’s sentence got cut off by Tommy frantically standing up suddenly. He was shaking his head with a panicked look in his eyes, slowly backing away towards the window.

“Tommy? Tommy? Hey, are you alright? Can I touch you?” Scar asked. Tommy hesitantly shook his head yes and Scar grabbed his hands gently. “We don’t want to hurt you. I promise . If you have bad experiences with admins, that’s okay. We can hold off on having him come here to meet you for a bit until you’re ready. But we do need to tell him about you, and tell him that you’re not a threat to the server so he stops worrying about it so hard. Is that alright?”

After a moment of thought, Tommy nods his head. He reaches back for his paper to write something down.

“Sorry big man. Admin on my home server was a right bitch. I think he’s the one that blew all my stuff up.”

“That’s alright Tommy. You don’t have to meet Xisuma right now.” Scar assures. He pulls back his hands. “Would you like to meet some other hermits instead? Ease into meeting more people so you start to feel ready?” Tommy gives a small thumbs up. “Alright then!” Scar cheers, “I know just the people you should meet first! You should get some rest, though. I’ll bring Grian and Mumbo over tomorrow.” He ruffles Tommy’s hair. Tommy glares at him, but it’s a little bit softer than what it had been before. 

Walking out the door, Scar whispers to Doc. “Can you talk to X for me? I’m going to go give Grian and Mumbo a rundown of our situation.” Doc nods. “Thanks!”

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Callahan was a lot of things. Nature deity, friend of the goddess of Death, guardian of forest life, deer-shapeshifter hybrid, master at sign language, and more recently, a server admin. It was… interesting work to say the least. He wasn’t opposed to learning new things of course, but the circumstances in which the work was thrust upon him were less than ideal. 

With Dream getting thrown in Pandora’s shortly after Tommy’s death, the administrative rights to the server were unanimously given to the most neutral party on the server. Which happened to be Callahan. It made sense, in a way, to give him the perms. The members of the SMP had all seen at least a little bit of reason and decided to not give admin rights to anyone who could have been extremely biased. Unfortunately for them, he was truly anything but neutral. He would now finally be able to Act.

Very few people knew about why Callahan stayed neutral with everything that happened on the SMP. It wasn’t like he wanted to stay neutral, but it was a term of his contract with Dream from when he first joined the server. He was still naive when it came to human interaction at the time, so he hadn’t clocked any of the red flags about the fact he even had to sign a contract in the first place. The server wasn’t even supposed to be hardcore. When he first realized that Dream was starting to let the power of being admin go to his head, he had secretly contacted his fellow friend of Death and tried to persuade him into joining the SMP in hopes of balancing the power. What a mess that had made. It had only ever gotten worse on this hellish server. Callahan still secretly blamed himself for part of that fiasco. 

Another thing Callahan blamed himself for was Tommy’s death. He could’ve stopped it had he been able to hack through the barrier Dream put on the portal to Logstedshire in time. His contract with Dream was voided the moment Dream got thrown in prison, so the first thing Callahan did was get rid of the code-blockers on his powers. Dream didn’t know the full extent of his powers so he couldn’t get rid of all of it, but a good portion had been blocked off upon entry to the server. He could still coax plant growth and communicate with passive mobs, but there wasn’t much else he could do. 

Callahan was angry. 

Like really, really , angry. 

He felt the grass beneath his feet start to wither away as he took a breath. 

Even fewer people knew about his true capacity for wrath. But they would probably find out soon enough. He was done being neutral.

A storm was starting to brew. 

As his powers rushed back to him, so did the rest of his emotions.

“That bitch!” he thought, “Dream pacified me with that stupid contract!”  

Callahan used his newly given admin privileges to teleport to where Tommy had been exiled. It was a terrible sight to behold. An explosion-riddled beach, and a hastily built one by one pillar of cobblestone. His breath caught. It started to pour down rain. (little did he know it was raining on every other server too.)  

Callahan had always liked Tommy, and had felt a kind of kinship with him. He knew the potential that the boy had was immense, in a cosmic sense. The boy had had such a strong will, he probably could warp the void and create a new realm if given the chance. Dream had unfortunately felt the power too and tried to wrap it around his finger. It had almost worked, in exile. The only blessing to come out of that tower was that Tommy had made his own choice. Callahan hoped that Death was kind to Tommy. And he had no doubts that She was. Callahan couldn’t sense a ghost other than the two already wandering around, so he knew that Tommy was already somewhere better than this fucking hell of a server. 

No one but two people knew about the fact that Callahan was Old. He was the third oldest being created by the Universe aside from Death herself and a good fox friend of his. Maybe he should take that friend up on his offer to join a peaceful server full of builders. But not now. Right now, he had a lime-green false prophet to deal with. 

Chapter Text

After resting for a bit, Scar pulled out his communicator to message Grian. He didn’t quite know what to say to him yet, but it couldn’t be too hard to figure out. 

<You whisper to Grian>: griiiiiiian. grian. grian. hey 

<Grian whispers to you>: Scaaaaaar. Scar. What’s up

<You whisper to Grian>: wanna come meet someone new? he has wings!!!! and he’s a cool kid all things considered!!! bring mumbo with you too if he wants to come!!!

<Grian whispers to you>: …Scar what. 

<You whisper to Grian>: remember that intruder xisuma was looking for? doc and i found him!!! doc is messaging x but i wanted to tell you because we’re trying to warm him up to the rest of the hermits because he started panicking about meeting the admin of the server right away. he’s a kid. i’ll tell you more when you get here!!

<Grian whispers to you>: You said he had wings? Is he avian?

<You whisper to Grian>: i think so! i haven’t actually asked him that yet but he has wings. no idea what kinda bird they’re from though. i just figured avian knowledge would be needed

<Grian whispers to you>: Alright, I’ll be there in a bit then. 

—

Grian was very curious about this new kid. He had a feeling that Scar wasn’t telling him everything, but he’d probably learn the rest when he got to Scarland. He wondered what the “kid” would be like. Scar hadn’t told him how old the kid was, so “kid” could really mean anything. As he approached Scarland, Grian could see Doc outside typing away on his communicator. Gliding down, he waves at Doc to get his attention. 

“Hey Doc!” he yells. Doc looks up and smiles at Grian. “Hello, Grian. Scar is in the entrance building with the kid.”

“What do you guys mean by ‘kid’? Like how old?” Grian inquires.

“He said he doesn’t really know but that he’s probably around 16.”

Grian nodded. That was definitely still “kid” to the hermits. He thanks Doc and goes off to find Scar. He finds him in one of the offices. Grian knocks on the door, “Hello? I’m here!” he hears quiet scrambling as the door opens. Scar pops his head out into the doorway. 

“Grian! Hi! Come meet Tommy!” 

Walking into the room, Grian’s eyes widened. They really weren’t kid- ding. Ha. Tommy is young. The boy is shifty, and has started glaring at Grian as soon as he walked in. Grian sees him write something down on a piece of paper and hand it to Scar. Scar snickers at it and hands it to Grian. It reads, “He looks like a loser.” Definitely a 16 year old. 

“Oh right,” Scar says, “Tommy is mute. He can hear just fine but something is up with his throat so he can’t speak.” Grian doesn’t know what to say. 

“Oh,” he settles on. “That’s alright! Scar probably talks enough for the both of you anyways,” he jokes, lightly jabbing Scar in the ribs.

“Hey!” Scar yells indignantly. Grian hears Tommy giggle. Paying closer attention to the boy, he notices something. He’s quite pale. Too pale. So pale you can see the bed through him. What? 

“Scar, why’s he see-through?” 

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that! He says he’s a ghost.” Scar replies. Grian is speechless, to say the least. 

“That can’t be true. A ghost? Those don’t exist.” 

Tommy sighs and writes something else on his paper. Grian reaches over to read it. “I’m literally non-living proof Big G. Need me to do something to prove it?”  

“Yes, actually. Prove it.” Grian says, not noticing Scar shaking his head no. Tommy stands up, walks towards Grian, and stops. His mouth splits into a wicked grin. Grian suddenly gets the feeling that this was not going to be good. Tommy sticks his hand out, and Grian braces for the impact, only to feel something cold pass through him. Tommy walks forward again as his whole body phases through Grian’s. The boy grins at him again and quirks his eyebrows as if to say, “that enough proof for you?”  

“Okay. Yeah. You’re a ghost.” Grian concedes. He definitely does not want to feel that again. “But why are you here? You’ve never been on Hermitcraft before, so why is your ghost here?” 

Tommy shrugs. He grabs his pencil again. “No fucking clue, big man. All things considered I should probably be back on my home server. I don’t remember much. Comes with being a ghost. My only guess is that somehow my soul got mixed up? But I don’t know.”

Grian stiffens. This absolutely reeks of something the Watchers would do. But he thought they couldn’t get into Hermitcraft? Grian himself had made sure the server had all the right protections. The only other being that Grian could think of that was powerful enough to move souls like this was Death herself, but that didn’t really make sense to him either. Grian subtly tries to Open some of the eyes on his wings and Look at Tommy closer. He nearly choked on air because of what he Saw. Memories flashed through his head.

“Let’s be the villains, Tommy."

"If you want to be a Hero Tommy, THEN DIE LIKE ONE !"

“It was never meant to be.”

“It’s always you and me, against Ḑ̴̪͉̣͋͂r̶̨̬̪̦̿̈́ȇ̶̪̈́͂̀͘a̷̫̻͙͑m̴̟͇̪̑̎̐̓ .”

“Items in the hole.”

“I’m your only friend, Tommy. The others don’t care about you.”

That last sentence made Grian sick to his stomach. Prime, what had this kid been through?! At 16?

Something was odd about this boy. He Saw something deeper in him. A faint potential. The potential to be destructively creative. Seated deep in that potential, he Sees the face of Death, and a faint shimmer of Nature. They stare right back at him. Grian gets the feeling that this goes much deeper than he originally thought. Death speaks.

“My son needs not your powers inspecting him, young Watcher,” she says. 

He nods and stops Looking, because no one, not even the Watchers, will ever disobey Her. 

When Grian regains his composure, Tommy is scowling at him. He holds out a note.

“I don’t need your pity. And I don’t enjoy being a spectacle either. Leave.” Tommy is pointing towards the door. Grian stares at the boy for a minute. Tommy reminds him of himself in high school. Prime knows he went through enough when he was 16 too. He understood not wanting pity. Grian nodded and left. 

Once he’s out the door, Grian collapses into a pile on the ground and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Shakily, he steadies himself. Tommy was Death’s son. Tommy was Death’s son . Holy shit. He really should talk to someone about this. Before he can think any more of it, a thunderstorm abruptly starts. That’s odd. 

WorldChat

PearlescentMoon: That isn’t planned, is it?

PearlescentMoon: The storm, I mean.

XisumaVoid: No, it is not. We usually have it set to rain at night if it does.

Grian: Well that’s… worrying.

EthosLab: Uh oh. Snappers. I think I know what this is and it could get really bad if it’s not controlled soon.

GeminiTay: Is this another Moon Big situation???

EthosLab: No it’s not. But it could be worse.

XisumaVoid: ?? Etho please explain

EthosLab: It’s… Nature. I don’t know how to describe how I know but I can Feel it. 

ImpulseSV: Wait, Nature??? As in the Deity?? I thought he disappeared a couple years ago while in a physical form

EthosLab: Well, he did. But he’s definitely back, this storm is made with his powers. Snappers this power build-up is insane

TangoTek: can we back up to how you know this??

EthosLab: You guys do realize I wasn’t lying about being Old, right?

Grian. Oh. 

TangoTek: Oh.

PearlescentMoon: Oh.

GeminiTay: Oh.

XisumaVoid: Okay, @everyone, enough chatter. We need to discuss this in person, clearly. Everyone meet at Spawn tomorrow and then we can talk about it. Etho, you’ll probably need to explain. The storm looks like it’s clearing out a bit, so it should be safe. 

EthosLab: Okay, I will. See everyone tomorrow. 

Grian: o7

TangoTek: o7

GoodTimesWithScar: o7

—

Looking up from his communicator, Grian saw that Xisuma was right. The storm was gone as quickly as it came. Grian turns towards the door to see Scar walking out. 

“Do you think we should bring Tommy to the meeting?” he asks.

“I don’t know. It might be a good idea if another storm starts up, just to keep him safe. Plus I don’t trust that he won’t run, I’m only out of the room because he’s asleep now,” Scar says.

“Yeah, that’s true. He looked really jumpy. Plus Doc has already told Xisuma about him.” Scar nods at him. Grian takes a breath. “But there’s something else. I Looked at him, y'know.” his friend looks taken aback. “Death and Nature both have some sort of claim on him. Death spoke to me. He’s Her son.”

“...Oh. We should definitely take him then. Etho might know something. He did say he was Old.”

Grian nodded. “Yeah.” 

“I’ll tell the kid when he wakes up then, he’ll want to prepare. Can you message X and tell him that I’ll try and wrangle Tommy to the meeting? The kid can go incorporeal so no promises.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

—

<You whisper to XisumaVoid>: Suma! Doc told you about the kid right? Tommy?

<XisumaVoid whispers to you>: Yes, he did. I would like to meet him, eventually. Doc was insistent that he isn’t a threat but I can’t access his code. I need to be sure.

<You whisper to XisumaVoid>: He isn’t a threat. I think. He glared at me a lot but didn’t really do anything so I’m not sure. Scar said he’s gonna try and get him to come to the meeting but we can’t guarantee it

<XisumaVoid whispers to you>: Why?

<You whisper to XisumaVoid>: Scar said the kid got scared at the mention of an admin, and he’s mute. Plus I don’t know if Doc told you, but the kid is a ghost. 

<XisumaVoid whispers to you>: Grian, stop messing with me.

<You whisper to XisumaVoid>: I’m not messing with you! He genuinely is! He’s half transparent and can walk through walls and people! It feels super gross by the way. Don’t let him walk through you

<XisumaVoid whispers to you>:...I am definitely going to have to meet this kid. 

<You whisper to XisumaVoid>: Again, no promises because he can kinda just go wherever but we’ll try. Or Scar will try, I guess. Tommy is staying in Scarland. 

Grian put his communicator away again and sighed. Tomorrow’s meeting was going to be an interesting time.

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Etho was not freaking out. He wasn’t. He was very decidedly not freaking out at all. His tail twitched. Callahan was back from wherever he had been. He didn’t know exactly where his friend had gone, but if the sudden storm earlier was any indication, something was very wrong. The last time he had tried to message Callahan it hadn’t worked, but Etho wanted to try again.

Direct Message >> Callahan

EthosLab: Calla?? I felt your power in that storm a little bit ago. What happened??

Callahan: Oh, whoops. Got a little angry. Where are you?

EthosLab: I’m on Hermitcraft. I know you aren’t here

Callahan: Whoopsies! I’m on the Dream SMP currently, something’s happened here. Bitch of an admin locked some of my powers in a contract but I just got them back :thumbsup:

EthosLab: Is that why you disappeared??

Callahan: Yeah. He blocked players from leaving or communicating with the outside. I managed a little bit of communication but the situation was dire and I couldn’t reach you. Sorry, would’ve messaged sooner. 

EthosLab: It’s alright. I know you can manage yourself.

Callahan: Lmao, I can. Anyways, have you talked to Kristin at all recently? I’m a tad busy with a little bit of vengeance here

EthosLab: I haven’t but I can try. Go easy on whoever you’re killing there, friend.

Callahan: No promises! Might warp some of your Void a bit if that’s ok. Trust me when I say he deserves much worse than Death

EthosLab: I get the feeling that you aren’t actually asking for permission

Callahan: Maybe

EthosLab: Before you go do that, I have a question

Callahan: ?

EthosLab: The storm is gone now, but I can still feel a bit of your power on Hermitcraft. Do you happen to have a claim on any of the hermits that I don’t know about?

Callahan: Not on any of the hermits, no. 

Callahan: Wait

Callahan: WAIT

Callahan: ETHO. HAVE THERE BEEN ANY UNAUTHORIZED PRESENCES ON HERMITCRAFT

EthosLab: ?? I remember Xisuma saying the other day that he noticed someone who wasn’t on the whitelist, yes

Callahan: I KNOW WHO IT IS. Or partially, at least. I’ll have to do a bit more research over here in order to confirm. But I think I know who, if you can feel part of my power on your server

Callahan: I need you to protect the boy for me. You should feel Death on him too

Callahan: His name is TommyInnit

Callahan: He’s from the Dream SMP, and he’s one of Death’s sons

EthosLab: Oh snappers. What’s one of Her sons doing here then??

Callahan: The explanation isn’t pretty. If my guess is right, it’s his ghost. He probably won’t remember much of anything if you ask him about what happened

EthosLab: …Oh. 

Callahan: He died here on the SMP and She probably moved his ghost to Hermitcraft so he could get a little bit of peace. Universe knows he wouldn’t get it here. Take care of him, please

EthosLab: I will. I promise

Callahan: Thanks! I’ll probably stop by Hermitcraft myself to see him after I finish up here. I can probably nudge the other half of his soul back to his ghost to make him whole again. I’ll figure it out

EthosLab: Okay then. Talk to you later, Calla

Callahan: Bye, Voidy! Say hi to Bdubs for me

Etho sighed and put his communicator back into his pocket. Callahan was one of his oldest friends, and he knew he could handle himself, but he was still a bit worried. (For the people of the Dream SMP. Callahan’s wrath was not something to be messed with.) 

Now all Etho had to do was figure out how to explain that he’s the oldest being created by the Universe to the rest of the hermits. Bdubs knew, of course, and he was pretty sure that Grian knew something was up, but telling everyone else at the upcoming meeting was going to be stressful. Etho heard another ping come from his communicator.

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: etho can you come to scarland. quick please

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: emergency

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: I can, but can you explain a little more?

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: we’ve got a kid here and i need help convincing him to come to the meeting later. i got a bit of progress with him but he wants to meet more people

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Okay I’ll be right there. Also a kid? Does Xisuma know?

<GoodTimesWithScar whispers to you>: yeah he does doc and grian told him yesterday. we’re in the entrance building

<You whisper to GoodTimesWithScar>: Okay. On my way.

Equipping his elytra, Etho flew to Scarland. The kid was probably the “TommyInnit” Callahan told him about. 

—

Landing at the entrance to Scarland in record time, Etho rushed over to where he saw Scar standing anxiously. 

“Scar!” he called. “What’s going on?”

“Oh Etho thank god you’re here, please help.” Scar said. 

“Is the kid in there?” he gestures to the door. 

“Yeah, he is. I wanted to give him a bit of time to prepare before meeting someone new. Also by the way, he’s mute and writes to communicate.” Etho nods.

“Alright. I’m going in.”

—

Tommy opened his eyes groggily. You wouldn’t think that as a ghost he would need any sleep, but apparently he did. He was still in the room that Scar had set up for him on Hermitcraft. Stretching his wings out, he stood up. Scar was still in the room with him, but he was asleep. It was mid-morning. Tommy grinned. He focuses, and steps through Scar’s sleeping body. He watches as Scar jolts awake, and can’t help but laugh. No sound comes out, but he laughs, and Scar grumbles at him.

“Not cool, Tommy. Not cool.”

Tommy just grins at him mischievously. 

“We have a hermit meeting today at noon. I’d prefer it if you came with us. You don’t have to talk to anyone of course, but I’d rather you be safe if another storm comes.”

Storm? What storm? He raises an eyebrow at Scar.

“There was a really bad thunderstorm that happened yesterday while you were asleep. If it happens again I want you to be safe.”

Tommy shakes his head. He does not want to go to this meeting. Doesn’t Scar know he’s a ghost anyway? He can’t exactly get hurt anymore. He writes this fact down and hands the note to Scar. 

“I know you’re a ghost, but we still need to keep track of you. You’re not exactly a threat, but Xisuma also asked to meet you. I know you don’t want to meet so many people at the same time but it’ll be efficient.” Scar says. Tommy crosses his arms and wraps his wings around himself protectively. He doesn’t want to go. “I know, kid. Did you want to meet a few more people right now? So there are more familiar faces at the meeting? I really don’t like pressuring you but the meeting is about more than just you being here. It’s also about learning more about that unnatural storm.” Tommy sighs and doesn’t respond to the man.

“Okay, fine. But I’m bringing someone else here to meet you. You’ll like him,” Scar says. Tommy rolls his eyes as Scar walks out the door. 

About ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. Tommy opens it and sees a tall man with white hair and fox ears standing in front of him. Tommy doesn’t know why, but he feels familiar. 

“Hello,” the man says. “You’re Tommy, right? I’m Etho.” Tommy nods and waves. He feels comfortable around Etho for some reason. He’s not tense at all like he usually is. Something deep inside him feels warm. He recognizes him in a spiritual way, he thinks. Tommy notices Etho’s looking at him and realizes that the man feels the same way. 

“Scar, can I speak with Tommy alone?” Etho says.

“Sure.”

As Tommy watches Scar leave, he feels the rest of the tension he had built up leave his shoulders. Etho gestures for him to sit down, and he does.

“I don’t know how much you remember from your home server, but I’ve been told a little bit by one of my friends who is there. Do you remember Callahan?” Tommy shakes his head. “That’s okay. He’s one of my oldest friends, and so is your mom. Your mom probably sent you here so I could help you heal. I can sense her powers within you.”

Tommy writes in the journal Scar gave him, “You know my mum? I don’t remember much about her at the moment but I remember that she was really nice. I feel like you’re like her. Really powerful but really nice.”

“Yeah, I do. She’s like a sister to me, in a way.” Tommy stares at him with wide eyes. Etho chuckles. “You can feel my power, right?” Tommy nods. “I’m Void, and technically the oldest creation of the Universe. I don’t really keep track of time, but I’m very Old.” 

Tommy hastily scribbles on his paper. “No fucking way.”

Etho smiles kindly at him. “I’m going to be explaining more at the meeting with everyone later. You need to come to learn the rest.” Tommy sighs. He should’ve known this would happen. 

“Fine, I’ll come to your dumb meeting. But I’m only talking to you and Scar.”

Etho nods. “That’s alright. Thanks, Tommy.” Etho smiles at him again. Tommy can’t help but smile back. Etho feels safe to him. Tommy gets an idea and grins.

“Wanna see something cool, big man?”

“Sure.” Tommy’s smirk widens. He stands up again, and phases through Etho. To his disappointment, Etho doesn’t react.

“Booooo. Scar’s first reaction to that was so funny!”

“Nice try. It’s too bad I’m used to ghostly shenanigans. Your mother used to do that to me all the time. You’ve inherited her sense of humor, I see.” Etho smiles. 

“You’re like my uncle, Big E. I gotta find a way to mess with you. I’ll figure it out, I swear.”

Etho lets out a laugh. “I’ll hold you to that promise, then. The meeting should be starting soon, want to walk with me?” Tommy nods. “Alright, let’s go get Scar and head out then.”

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Xisuma knew he was a good coder. So when he noticed a player who wasn’t one of his join Hermitcraft, he wanted to find out who exactly had invaded without his permission. But he couldn’t pull their code. No matter what work-around he tried, he couldn’t crack it. It had been a couple of weeks now, but he still couldn’t do anything. He had been told by both Doc and Grian that the intruder wasn’t a threat and was just a teenager, and that even the kid himself didn’t know how he had ended up here. So Xisuma was stuck until he could actually make contact with Tommy himself. He had asked Grian to try and get Tommy to come to the meeting, but he didn’t know how successful he would be in that endeavor. 

Scar had told him that about five hermits had encountered the kid, Tango, Doc, Scar himself, Grian, and Etho, who was currently in Scarland trying to convince Tommy to come to the meeting. Xisuma wondered how Etho was really going to help with that, but if it worked, it worked. Etho was supposed to be at the meeting to explain how he knew about Nature and how “Old” he actually was. Void help him, he loved his hermits, but boy did they confuse Xisuma sometimes. 

Once he got to spawn, Xisuma surveyed the people around him. Most of the hermits were there already, with a few stragglers coming in behind him. He notices a ghostly-looking boy (Tommy?) standing in between Scar and Etho. Xisuma was pleasantly surprised that he had shown up. Once he notices that all the hermits are present, Xisuma claps his hands.

“Hello everyone! Thank you all for coming, I know we all have builds we’re working on and megabases to get back to so I’m going to try and keep this quick,” he starts. “The first thing on the agenda is going to be quick. I’m sure you’re all wondering about the ghostly boy standing next to Scar and Etho. Scar? Can you explain?” Scar nods and clears his throat.

“Sure thing, Suma. Guys, this is Tommy, and he’s the un-whitelisted presence that X detected a couple weeks ago. And while I don’t think either of us enjoy that I’m talking for him, this is the most efficient way to explain.” Tommy sighs and nods. “Tommy is mute. He can hear just fine, but he can’t talk at all at the moment. He’s a ghost, which I know sounds crazy, but he has proven it. Don’t let him try and ‘prove’ it to you he will phase through you and it feels super weird and cold.” Xisuma watches as Tommy rolls his eyes, sticks his hand through Scar, and then laughs silently. Scar shudders.

“Couldn’t he just be a phantom hybrid?” Cleo asks.

Scar shakes his head. “Nope. He’s an avian, as you can see.” Tommy dramatically waves his wings around and mockingly bows. Xisuma watches as Bdubs tries to stifle a giggle. “We don’t know the name of his home server yet, as he has memory issues. From what he has remembered, it’s generally not a good place. We’re unsure if it’s anarchy just yet, but it’s possible. He doesn’t remember how long he’s been…dead for, but he says he was probably around 16.” Scar pauses. He whispers something to Tommy, a question. Tommy nods. 

“This is going to be hard to hear, guys,” he pauses again. Tommy writes something down and hands it to Scar. “Also Tommy says that if he sees too much pity he’s going to leave.” The boy nods seriously. “He said he comes from a server that has ‘three canon lives’. To those familiar, it’s like Third Life, but when you lose your third life, you permadie.” Gasps are heard from almost everyone. “...And that leads us to Tommy being a ghost. He’s died three times. We don’t know why he’s here on Hermitcraft, but he spawned here being a ghost. He says that ghosts don’t have many of their memories from when they were alive besides a few major events, but it seems like he’s getting a few things coming back to him slowly.” The room is silent. No one dared imagine what it must be like to be on a hardcore server at such a young age. 

“I assume it’s my turn?” Etho asks. Everyone turns to him. 

“Sure. Go ahead,” Xisuma says.

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Etho really didn’t know how to explain to everyone that he was a deity. I mean, he thinks to himself, I can’t exactly just say “hey guys by the way I’m actually the Oldest being created by the Universe and also I’m the personification of the Void and the creator of the End” now can I . Oh Universe. He just realized, doesn’t Xisuma pray to the Void? Etho has long since learned to only passively listen to his followers while he was busy. He was starting to regret that now. Now that he thought about it, didn’t Etho create Voidwalkers? He shudders. He really should stop that spiral before he gives himself another mental breakdown. He’d basically already had one when Callahan had told him that Kristin’s youngest son was the one who had shown up on Hermitcraft.

Etho is snapped out of his thoughts by a hand waving in his face. “Etho? You good?” Scar asks. 

“Uhm, yeah. Sorry,” he says. “As I said in my message yesterday, I know about Nature, as in the deity.” A breath. “I also mentioned being Old. Not old, but Old. There’s an emphasis. I am Old. There’s a certain threshold you have to cross to be Old, and that involves being deeply involved with the Universe. Now, you guys do not know me to be a liar, do you?” he asks. A few “no”s are heard around the circle of people. “I am the Void. Created as the first being by the Universe. Nature was formed shortly after me as was Death. We all have common names as well of course, because Nature and I tend to take the form of a ‘Player’ more often now than we used to.” Silence. And then;

“No way!”

“What the heck?!"

“You’re the Void? ”

“Is that why you always seem so normal after we do a Life series game?!” Grian can be heard saying loudly. 

“Alright, alright, enough everyone,” Xisuma yells. “Etho, not that we don’t believe you, but is there any way to verify anything you’re saying?”

Etho nods. “Xisuma, you’re a follower of the Void, yes?” X nods. “Alright. Can you ‘pray’ to the Void for me right now? Think of a sentence.”

The sentence “I breed axolotls in my spare time.” flits across his mind.

“X breeds axolotls in his spare time.” Everyone turns expectantly to their admin. 

“That…is what I said.”

“Holy moly…So we just have one of the big three major Deities on Hermitcraft??” Zedaph says. 

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. Ah, before I forget, Xisuma,” X turns towards Etho. “Someone will be coming here at some point in the near future. I don’t know exactly when he’s going to show up but I think he’ll probably let me know. Probably. He might just show up to mess with me, unfortunately. If you see someone named Callahan join the server don’t worry about it too much.” Etho sees Tommy straighten up beside him. “Callahan is actually on Tommy’s home server right now.” Tommy looks up at Etho and stares at him. He writes something in his journal and rips the page out to hand to Etho. 

“You didn’t think to tell me this before, big man?!” Tommy glares.

“Well I did say I would tell you more at the meeting.” Tommy grumbles and crosses his arms. Etho notices a fox tail he didn’t think Tommy had before thrashing for a moment and disappearing so quickly he wasn’t sure it was real. He squints his eyes slightly. He slotted that thought into the back of his mind. “As I was saying, Callahan is on Tommy’s home server at the moment. He confirmed that Tommy is in fact a ghost, and is currently dealing with things over there.”

He leans down to whisper to Tommy. “Do you want me to mention that your mother is Death? Or just that I know her?” Tommy thinks for a moment, before holding up one finger indicating the first option while grinning. Etho sighed. He should’ve known the boy would choose the option that brings the most chaos. 

“I also know Tommy’s mother. Everything about this situation is crazy. Believe me, I know.” Etho sighed again. “His mother is Death. So he is the son of a deity.” Yet another murmur rises from the crowd of hermits. 

“What next, huh? This Callahan person is actually Nature?!” Grian exclaims. Etho just stares at him. “Wait, wait, no. I was joking,” Grian scrambles, “WHAT!”

Etho just puts his head in his hands. He can feel Tommy silently roaring with laughter next to him. “That’s all, I think. At least for now. The reason I knew that the storm earlier was Nature is because I felt his residual power in it. Apparently he had gotten some of his power locked away by the former admin of the server he’s on and just got them back, so he got a little upset.”

“Not to uh, confuse everyone more, but do we know exactly why Tommy is here in the first place?” Impulse asks.

Etho nods. “I haven’t been able to contact Kristin yet, but Callahan thinks that she pushed his ghost here so he could find some peace because of how… un peaceful his home server is. But I still have yet to confirm this,” he says.

Impulse nods. “Makes sense.”

Etho lets out a sigh of relief. It was finally over. He knew everyone would still have questions to ask him later, but the main part of the meeting was over. Bdubs especially. Mostly just because he hadn’t been told about any of it either. “Any other questions? About the things from this meeting specifically? If you have a question about me being Void please just wait and message me later.” No one else speaks up. Etho feels a tapping on his shoulder and looks to Tommy, who is handing him a note.

“I have something cool to show everyone. Not the ghosty thing btw” Etho looks at him curiously. “What is this ‘cool’ thing you want to show us?” Tommy just puts a finger up to his lips and smiles. 

Etho gestures to the hermits. “As long as you aren’t going to hurt anyone, go ahead. Please don’t hurt anyone,” he basically begs. Tommy's lips split into a wicked grin. “Watch and be amazed.”

Tommy walks to the center of the room the hermits have gathered in. He closes his eyes, spins around, and sticks his hand out once he stops. He ends up pointing at Cleo. He gives a dramatic bow, and when he raises his head again, a ghostly looking duplicate of Cleo is staring back at her. The zombie hybrid jumps up in surprise. “HUH?!” they say. Tommy becomes himself again, but doesn’t respond and just spins around again. This time he’s facing Mumbo. The hermits watch in amazement as Tommy’s form shimmers and he shifts into the man in front of him. Then, before anyone can react, he turns into a raccoon and scampers up onto Scar’s shoulder. Scar starts laughing. “Tommy!” he exclaims. Laughs can now be heard coming from all of the hermits.

Etho glares at the pair. “You two planned this on the way here, didn’t you.” He doesn’t phrase it as a question. It isn’t one.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe?” Scar says between laughs. “It was pretty funny, cmon Etho.”

“If I had known he was a shapeshifter. Maybe don’t omit that bit of information next time!” he says. But he doesn’t really mind. “How many people knew he was a shapeshifter before that spectacle?” Scar, Doc, and Tango raise their hands. 

“I only knew because I was the first one he turned into while on the server,” Tango says. Etho nods.

As the laughing dies down, Tommy shifts back into his own form. He writes something down for a moment and hands it to Scar. 

Scar laughs before reading it out to the audience. “Tommy says that he can shapeshift into any animal or person he wants as long as he’s seen one before. He likes to keep his wings on him when he can since he’s also an avian.” Tommy’s wings puff up with pride. Etho can’t help but keep noticing that Tommy acts vaguely like more of a child than you would expect a 16 year old from a war-torn server to. He wonders if it’s a side effect of the memory loss that apparently comes with being a ghost. Scar continues talking. “So if you ever see a fellow hermit that looks a bit transparent and has those wings there, it’s probably him.” Tommy jabs Scar in the stomach. Etho got the feeling that he had not written that on the page. “This menace,” Scar ruffles Tommy’s hair, “will be staying in Scarland, so if you want to meet him, message me.” The hermits nod.

“Meeting over?” Etho asks Xisuma. The admin nods. 

“Alright guys, the meeting’s over. Go back to your bases and get some rest, I know most of you haven’t slept at all.” Assorted groans are heard all around, but most of the hermits comply and start flying away. Etho, Scar, and Tommy all start making their way back to Scarland, with Doc joining them again.

Etho chuckles to himself. He knows that now that everyone knows about both his secrets and Tommy’s presence, Hermitcraft will start to get a lot more lively.

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Purpled was vaguely annoyed. Sure, Dream being in jail was a good thing, but he had never really cared for the man or his issues in the first place. If anything, it would make his job harder. He never really got involved in anything that happened in L’manberg, or Manberg, or whatever it was called now. He was a very neutral party, all things considered. He wouldn’t be surprised if the greater server had decided to give him admin perms after Dream got thrown in prison, but Callahan had more experience. Which was fair, they probably shouldn’t give a 17 year old admin rights to a server he barely cared about. At least Callahan (probably?) cared. Purpled didn’t really want to be an admin anyway. He just wanted to figure out how to get home. 

Purpled’s job as a mercenary kind of sucked. Sure, the money was great, and he was never going to complain about having money, but his requests had stalled once bigger things started happening on the Dream SMP. And then, when they all realized they couldn’t get out, it really stalled. Everyone was too busy starting wars and betraying each other to let him even get a word in on the business. No one really knew him, after all. 

Man, he really wanted to go home. His spacecraft was busted, he was still trying to fix it, but there was no way for him to actually test it properly with the server walls still up. Callahan said he would take them down soon, but no one really knew what “soon” meant to him.

Purpled sighed. He was meandering around the server, making his way back to his ship. No one was really doing anything right now, besides Quackity. He was busy making his own country or whatever. Like that worked out for literally anyone else. Purpled scoffed just thinking about it. Speaking of Quackity, why was he by Purpled’s ship? 

“Hey! What are you doing!?” he yells. 

Quackity turns around and grins when he sees Purpled. “Hey, Purpled, just the man I was looking for.”

“What do you want?” Purpled glares. He takes note of the flint and steel in the duck-hybrid’s hand. His antennae twitch under his hood. “What are you doing with that?”

“Oh, y’know, just grabbing your attention.” Quackity chuckles. 

“Well you have it. Put that flint and steel shit away.” 

“Alright, alright,” the man retreats his lighter back into his inventory. “I wanted to give you a job.”

“Oh? And who says I’ll just take it?” he says.

“This does,” Quackity says while gesturing to the spacecraft. “I have packed almost every single corner of your dingy UFO,” Purpled rolls his eyes at the term, “with TNT. This stupid thing is like, the only noticeably ‘you’ thing on this server. Don’t you want to be someone? Don’t you want a real legacy?” 

“...And what do you want?”

“I want you to join my country. Help me build something great. You could do something real!”

Purpled really didn’t want to. Joining countries never worked. He also was never really a fan of Quackity, but rigging his spaceship with explosives to threaten him? That was fucking sickening. But he didn’t really have a choice right now, he had to stall. He would not allow for his life to be ruined in this way.

“And if I say I there’s no way in hell?”

Quackity’s grin widens. “Then say goodbye to the only thing that anyone recognizes you for here,” he says.

In the blink of an eye, Purpled reaches into his inventory for his axe. He already has most of his armor on, so he jumps to attack. Quackity looks taken aback, but that’s to be expected. The man was really never much of a fighter. At least not against Purpled. He gets a few hits in and the duck is almost dead, but Purpled realizes his mistake. He made the stupid choice of letting his emotions get the better of him. Fuck, Punz was going to be such a bitch once he found out about this. Before Purpled can do anything to stop him, Quackity reaches forward and lights the flint and steel. In a matter of seconds, the spacecraft is gone in a huge explosion. Quackity laughs. Purpled sees red. He gets one final hit on his adversary, killing him instantly. Purpled just stands there. His ship is gone. His way home is gone. His heritage is gone. This will not be forgiven, not ever. The Dream SMP simply does not have the resources to get him back. Most servers don’t, he’d have to find a specific modded server that had all of them compatible assets. Even his wealth couldn’t get him into one of those. He’s stranded, permanently. 

Purpled, for the first time since he crashed on the SMP, weeps. 

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Etho sighed as he sat down in a chair in his base. It was night, one of the few that he was awake for. He had started losing more sleep ever since Tommy had shown up, no fault of course to the boy himself. Etho was just busier. He heard a ding on his communicator and picked it up, revealing a message from Callahan.

Direct Message >> Callahan

Callahan: Sending another one your way. He might be a bit feisty. He’s not one of the ghosts from here, but I think he could be done good by Hermitcraft. 

EthosLab: Do you ever actually ask for real permission sometimes?? You’re lucky X can’t say no to the traumatized.

Callahan: He’s also 17

Callahan: Did I mention that his home got blown up recently

EthosLab:...Or children. Fine. When should our mysterious visitor be expected?

Callahan: Soon! Once I can actually get a rift portal working over here. Someone has one over there, right?

EthosLab: Yeah, Grian has it. 

Callahan: Cool. I’ll probably use it multiple times once it’s set up. Tommy’s friends will probably want to see him. Plus it might be easier for me to move his soul that way. 

EthosLab: Okay. I’ll let X know we’ll have more… arrivals soon.

Etho sighed again heavily. It had been a few days since the meeting with all the hermits, with a few stopping by Scarland to meet Tommy officially. The ghost was still refusing to see Xisuma, but Etho couldn’t really blame him, although he wondered why.

EthosLab: Do you know why Tommy might be adverse to meeting Xisuma?

Callahan: Yeah, Dream basically tortured the poor boy when he was in his exile. I wish I could’ve done something to stop it. 

Etho blinked. He forgot how blunt Callahan could be. Wait, exile?

EthosLab: Exile?? Give me a rundown of everything that’s happened on this server, please. 

Callahan: I mean, if you really want it. 

EthosLab: Please

Callahan: Tommy, his brother Wilbur, and his best friend Tubbo all decided to make their own sovereign nation on the SMP here for fun. But Dream didn’t like the lack of control. Tommy gave up both of his discs, his prized possessions, and two of his canon lives for the freedom of a budding country. It’s more complicated than that, but it’s really not my story to tell, nor do I even know what really happened at some points. There were a lot of explosions and canon deaths from everyone on the server. It’s important to know that canon lives work differently. Some deaths you can come back form normally, like stray mobs or a regular spar. But if something is significant enough to one or both of the people involved, it will dissolve one of their three. Very few people have all three, myself included. 

Etho felt his jaw drop.

EthosLab: And how long did these conflicts last?

Callahan: The war for independence lasted roughly three years, the following resistance was one and a half, and then half a year after that Tommy got exiled. He was in exile for roughly two months.

EthosLab: And Tommy is 16 now ?

Callahan:...Correct. Unfortunately. 

EthosLab: He was 11 when his brother dragged him into a war. And I’m assuming that “Tubbo” is also a child?
Callahan: Yes. There were a total of 4 children on the server. Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Purpled. Ranboo showed up at around age 15, and no one is really sure when Purpled arrived but he’s been around since at least age 13. 

EthosLab: And which one are you sending here?

Callahan: Purpled. 

EthosLab: Okay. This is a lot of information. Should I be telling any of this to Xisuma?

Callahan: Just the part about Purpled. Tommy will remember and tell his past in his own time. I’m only telling you because you’re basically his guardian right now with Kristin out. I talked to her, and she said she used a lot of built-up energy moving Tommy’s ghost to Hermitcraft. 

EthosLab: I see. I’m not the only one taking care of him, but I think you probably guessed that just from knowing about the hermits. I’ll keep the secrets in mind, and tell Xisuma about our upcoming visitor.

Callahan: Thanks, really. I owe you a lot for this.

Etho set his communicator back down on the table and put his head in his hands. That was so much information to process. Even with minimal information, Etho knew that the Dream SMP was basically hell. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. Behind him stood Tommy.

“Oh, hello Tommy. Did you need something?” The boy nodded.

“I can’t sleep. Nightmares,” he wrote in his journal. 

“I see. Did you want some tea? I think I have some here somewhere,” Etho stands up and walks to his kitchen to rummage around the drawers. “Ah, before I forget, do you remember anyone named Purpled from your former server?”

Tommy shakes his head no. “That’s alright kiddo, just asking. Callahan mentioned him to me. He’s going to send Purpled to Hermitcraft.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “Will he recognize me?” he writes. 

“I don’t know. Probably, since you’re from the same server. Callahan warned me that he might not be friendly at first so it might not be a good idea for you to show up all ghostly and have him think we were the ones that killed you, yeah? I’m going to have someone else go get him when he shows up. Ah, I need to remind Xisuma that he’s coming.” Tommy nods. “That makes sense.”

As Etho continues rummaging, he doesn’t notice Tommy starting to drift off to sleep again. Once the tea was ready, the boy was completely asleep. Etho ruffled his hair slightly and whispered a goodnight. He decided to go to bed as well. Carrying the ghostly boy back upstairs, Etho could only hope he wouldn’t have more nightmares tonight. Universe knows he needed the rest.

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Humming along to a tune while in his base, Callahan was busy setting up the rift portal to connect to Hermitcraft. He had told Etho the names of the Players he was planning on sending through when he was done with his business here, so hopefully there wouldn’t be any issues with the whitelist there. He was planning on sending all of the kids from the server to Hermitcraft, plus Purpled’s dog, Dogchamp, since the boy would never part with him. He had yet to summon the children to him, but he probably should soon, if only to talk to them. He would do that after the rift was complete, and after he could get that stupid revive book that Dream had. He already had Tommy’s body prepared for travel. Callahan shuddered a bit. It was such a morbid situation. 

After a few more minutes of tinkering, the Rift was finished and connected to Hermitcraft. Callahan experimentally stepped through. The air on Hermitcraft was definitely cleaner, and there was a soft calm-like energy pulsing through the server itself. The base that the Rift here was situated in also seemed to be incredibly well-built, but such is the case with most things on Hermitcraft he supposed. Callahan pulled out his communicator.

WorldChat

Callahan joined the game.

Callahan: Hello Hermits! I’m hoping Etho has told you all about me?

XisumaVoid: Yes, he has. Hello Callahan. Where are you currently?

Callahan: Whoever’s base has the Rift in it. I finished up connecting it to the one I made on the Dream SMP

Grian: Oh! That’s my base!

Grian: I’ll be right down.

Callahan: Oh, no need. You’ll see me again soon when I…convince the kids to join

XisumaVoid: Kids? Plural?

Callahan: Yep. Plural. Three to be exact. And a half? I’m going to help fix up Tommy’s situation so I guess it’s a half…

XisumaVoid: Ignoring that second bit, what are the usernames of the three kids?

Callahan: Purpled, Ranboo, and Tubbo_ . Purpled is most likely also going to be bringing his dog. 

FalseSymmetry: Isn’t Purpled that bedwars merc?? Why is he on this “Dream SMP” ??

Callahan: Oh, I kinda forgot he does that yeah. No idea why he joined the server but he got stuck here so if he really wants to leave I’m not against it. I just wanted to have Hermitcraft be a waypoint for the kids

Callahan: But Tubbo will definitely NOT leave Tommy’s side especially once he’s revived and Ranboo won’t leave Tubbo so you’ll have at minimum three new kids if Tommy wants to stay. Congrats!

EthosLab: Revived?

Callahan: Yeah, revived. There’s a way for me to fix it. I’ll message you later. I need to get back and fix the rest of the admin stuff Dream messed up on the server. It REEKS.

XisumaVoid: Oh, okay. Please either message me or Etho when the kids are coming through so we can prepare.

Callahan: No promises!

Callahan left the game.

Putting his communicator away and stepping back into the Rift, Callahan sighed. He really needed to hurry up and get that stupid revive book. He had a hunch on where it was being kept, but he needed to go to the prison to give Dream what was coming to him too. Ew, he really didn’t want to interact with that pathetic excuse of a man again. At least all of the protocols that Sam had in place in Pandora’s didn’t apply to his powers. He was going to have as much fun as he could before handing that son of a bitch over to Kristin.

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Tubbo thinks something is very wrong with the Dream SMP. Not that he didn’t already know that something was wrong when the wars started, but that was their normal at this point. No, what was weird about the server now was the fact it was fairly peaceful. Of course Quackity was building Las Nevadas up, and apparently he had blown up Purpled’s UFO, but that wasn’t his business. Tubbo hadn’t really talked to Big Q in a little over a year now, and even if they were close at one point because of Schlatt, they weren’t now. 

A knock sounded at the door of his office. The president stood up with a sigh. “Who is it?” he said as he opened the door. Tubbo was surprised to see Callahan standing before him. 

“Hello,” the deer hybrid signed, “Can I speak to you, Tubbo?” Tubbo stuttered for a moment before replying. “Sure,” he said, “Come in.” Tubbo led the new server admin farther into his office.

Once they were both sat down, Tubbo spoke up. “Pardon me for being blunt, but why exactly are you here, Callahan?” Callahan shrugged.

“No worries. Allow me to be equally blunt, I’m here to give you a proposal. I have a way to bring Tommy back to life. I know where his ghost is.” Tubbo stared at the man, dumbfounded. Tommy didn’t have a ghost did he? “Wouldn’t his ghost stay on the Dream SMP?” Tubbo asked.

Callahan nodded. “Usually yes,” the man signed, “But his mother wanted to give him a bit of peace in death. So he’s somewhere else, so he can heal.” Tubbo was kind of confused. He didn’t know Tommy’s mother that well, having only met her once, but he wondered how she could even do something like moving a ghost. Callahan, having picked up on Tubbo’s confusion, started signing again.

“His mother is Death. The deity. So she technically has the power to move half-souls like she did about two months ago. Took a bit of her power though, so I’m stepping in.” Tubbo quirked his eyebrow. “How exactly are you ‘stepping in’?” he questioned. Callahan grinned and stuck out his hand. 

“Nice to officially meet you, kid. I’m Nature. And I’m about to restore the balance of this damn server. Dream is as good as dead.”

Tubbo shot back his own grin, taking Callahan’s hand. “I’m glad we can agree on something, then.”

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Callahan was almost ready to go to Pandora’s and confront Dream, but he still had one person left to talk to. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about it, at least a little bit. Trying to convince Technoblade to join him and Tubbo in what was essentially beating the shit out of an imprisoned man was probably not going to be easy. Especially with the… complicated history between Techno and Tubbo. Callahan couldn’t tell if they were going to be able to get along enough to go through with his plan. He turned to the goat boy walking next to him.

“Part of my plan is to go get Technoblade in on this. I don’t know if he’ll agree or not, I’m fairly certain he still owes Dream a favor.”

“Nah,” Tubbo replied, “he’ll join us. That favor definitely dissolved when Techno saw Tommy’s death message. Honestly, he’s probably cooking up his own revenge plot. Wouldn’t be surprised if Phil was in on it too.”

Callahan nodded. He supposed it made sense, Phil being the man that raised Tommy. “Phil is welcome to come with us. Although I don’t know how much he can interfere with being Kristin’s angel. He has rules.”

“Y’know bossman, I never really understood all that angel shit. Just figured he was extra powerful or something. Like how ‘Boo enderwalks or whatever.”

Callahan tilted his head. Enderwalking? Shit, did he mean the trance state that happens to Voidwalkers when they got too much Overworld air? Callahan stopped walking and put his head in his hands. He really did fail these kids, didn’t he? How did he not notice that Ranboo was a Voidwalker? How the hell did no one else notice? He turned back to Tubbo.

“Change of plans. I need you to go grab Ranboo and take him to the End dimension like, now. I’ll teleport you both to the portal but he seriously needs to go. It’s going to be sort of dangerous, but Ranboo’s Voidwalker instincts will help you a lot.”

“What was that word you just signed? ‘Void-walker’? I thought Ranboo was just an enderman hybrid?” Tubbo asked.

Callahan shook his head. “Voidwalkers are an advanced subspecies of endermen. They have better teleportation capacities, can summon end-crystals, and sometimes even have telepathy. Ranboo seems to be half Voidwalker and half regular enderman hybrid.”

Tubbo nodded. “Okay, but what does this have to do with the mission? I want my revenge too, big man,” he sighed.

“Trust me when I say this is more important,” Callahan signed, “Overworld air isn’t good for Voidwalkers in long stretches of time. Ranboo has been here for a couple years with zero access to the End dimension, and it’s a miracle he hasn’t gotten too sick yet. You said he has memory issues, right? It’s because of the air.”

“Shit. You’re right, this is more important. Where’s Ranboo? I can’t lose them too,” Tubbo bleats, looking around frantically.

“I’ll teleport you both to the stronghold. Here, take these.” Callahan reached into his inventory and pulled out the twelve eyes needed for the portal. “I’m not sure how many you’ll need, if any. Just place these in the portal frames if there aren’t any there already. Message me in two hours, and I’ll teleport you back to the Overworld. That should be enough time for Ranboo to recover at least enough for a couple days before I can supervise them in the End myself.”

Tubbo took the eyes gratefully. When Callahan looked up and met his eyes, he could see the determination in the young goat’s expression. “Give Dream hell for me, bossman.”

Callahan nodded. “Hell is too nice of a word,” he replied before teleporting the boy away.

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Direct Message >> EthosLab

Callahan: I have a small update

Callahan: It’s sort of important so I need you to tell Xisuma about this one

Callahan: One of the kids is half Voidwalker

Callahan: He’s been having memory issues and trancewalking because Dream fucking locked away the End portal

Callahan: Sent someone to take them to the End because holy shit

EthosLab: How long has this kid been without being in the End??

Callahan: At least two years, and probably longer because I don’t even know how long it had been before he got here.

EthosLab: Holy- Okay. Bring him to me immediately when you get here because I can fix this.

Callahan: You got it, voidy

EthosLab: Before you go, Calla, I have a question

Callahan: Shoot

EthosLab: The DreamSMP participated in MCC, right? Do you think Scott would know anything?

Callahan: Oh you’re probably right actually

Callahan: I’ve been stupid busy with new admin duties that I didn’t even think to message him

Callahan: I’ll do that right now

Callahan: Thanks for the reminder!

Callahan hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. He couldn’t believe that he forgot that Scott might be able to help him.

Direct Message >> Smajor1995

Callahan: Hey there Scott! Hope I’m not bothering you too much but I have some questions.

Smajor1995: I have some time now, it’s no problem. What do you need?

Callahan: The DreamSMP is in… a bit of trouble at the moment. There’s a lot of evil happening, plus an honestly obscene amount of child endangerment. I have very good evidence to believe that Dream has violated his oath as an admin, and as such the server came together and stripped him of his power. I currently am standing in as admin, and Dream is in a maximum security prison built by one of our members. I was wondering if you had ever noticed anything wrong with member code at MCC or just noticed something off with the way people acted? I’m planning on shutting down the server completely and evacuating everyone.

Smajor1995: That sounds awful. I do recall seeing finding some things odd when looking through code, but Dream had said that it was all voluntary and had to do with his special canon lives mechanic.

Callahan: That’s not all he did, unfortunately. He locked away my powers, sealed off the End portal, banned flight even for avian hybrids, code-blocked a lot of hybrid instinct traits, and exiled a 16 year old to isolation thousands of blocks away, eventually pushing the boy to committing suicide. Not to mention the canon life system is crude and also inhumane. It prompts the admin on whether or not a death should be canon or not.

Smajor1995: It prompts?? I had figured it had set parameters for certain types of deaths

Callahan: That’s what we all thought too.

Smajor1995: And Universe, a 16 year old boy? Which of the kids was it? Is he permadead?

Callahan: It was Tommy. He is permadead, but permadeath on the DSMP is a bit different, you can come back as a ghost. The Book of Revival somehow made it’s way onto the server, so it’s been influencing the place. His ghost is no longer on the DSMP courtesy of Kristin, and I myself am working on reviving him. I’m taking all of the kids to Hermitcraft as a waypoint.

Smajor1995: It was Tommy?! Ball of fiery chaos Tommy Danger Careful Kraken Innit?

Callahan: Yeah.

Smajor1995: Shit. Where’s his ghost?

Callahan: He’s on Hermitcraft, which is why I’m making it the waypoint. Plus I haven’t seen Etho in a few years, and they already have that Rift there this season.

Smajor1995: Understood. How many other children are there?

Callahan: There’s three more that I know of, they’re all 16/17.

Callahan: I’m assuming that there aren’t any unknown teenagers that snuck in after Dream put up the barrier

Smajor1995: I see. Do you need any help with admin duties? I’m willing to come to the DSMP for a bit.

Callahan: Normally I’d say no, but if you could supervise Ranboo in the End for me that’d be fantastic.

Smajor1995: ?

Callahan: They’re half Voidwalker. And got here two years ago, to a server where the owner blocked off the End portal.

Smajor1995: I see your point. I’ll be there. I’m not the greatest at babysitting but I could also bring Jimmy with me?

Callahan: I don’t want to overwhelm the kids but honestly Jimmy might be a good idea too.

Callahan: Tubbo is fairly protective of Ranboo and I’d assume he’s going to be a bit aggressive.

Smajor1995: I see. Well, when do you want us there? We could probably be there today if you need us to.

Callahan: I hate being such short-notice, but yes. As soon as you can would be wonderful.

Callahan: Thank you!

Smajor1995: No problem.

—

Knocking on the door to Jimmy’s home office, Scott wondered if going to the Dream SMP was really going to be a good idea. He wanted to help the kids of course, and what had happened to Tommy was horrible, but was he really the best one to contact about this?

“Scott? Is that you?” he heard Jimmy call from inside the room.

“Yeah it’s me.”

“You can come in!” Jimmy said, smiling at Scott as he walked in. “What did you need?”

“Are you busy right now?” Scott asked, “I got a message from Callahan about the Dream SMP needing some help getting a few teenagers out of there. We need to round them up and get them all to Hermitcraft.”

“I’m not too busy right now, and even if I was I think that helping kids would probably take precedent over my work,” Jimmy replied, canary wings ruffling. “How many kids are there?”

“Callahan said three, ages 16 to 17.”

Jimmy nodded. “I can do that. Do you think we’ll have to track them down? Because I’m no good at that.”

Scott shook his head in response. “I know that he said he knew where two of them are, since he had them go to the End to help one of them, Ranboo I think, with his condition as a halfling Voidwalker, but I’m not sure about the third one. If Callahan needs me to track down the last one I can do it, you should probably focus on the other two anyways because he said that Ranboo needed better supervision in the End.”

“I can do that. What’s so hard about babysitting a couple of teenagers? Surely it can’t be awful.”

—

“Okay, maybe it can be awful,” Jimmy said to Scott as they walked through the portal to the Dream SMP. Scott had to agree with the canary hybrid, he could sense the sheer filth that was exuding from the magic of the world. It was twisted and felt wholly unnatural, like someone had dug around in his heart and cut it up from the inside. He could feel a small presence pushing back at the evil, but it was faint and slow, still gradually building its power.

When they reached spawn, Scott and Jimmy were met by the surprised gazes of a duck hybrid and a sheep hybrid. Sword drawn, the duck hybrid pointed it at Scott and Jimmy.

“Who’re you?” he demanded. Scott saw Jimmy raise both of his hands in surrender and did the same. “Callahan asked us to come,” Scott said. The duck hybrid narrowed his eyes at the pair. “Names?” he asked coldly.

“I’m Scott, and this is Jimmy,” he said gesturing to his companion. “We’re here to help.”

This time, the sheep hybrid spoke up. “I’m Captain Puffy, but you can just call me Puffy,” she said, extending her hand. Scott took it. “What are you here to help with? I like to think we can handle ourselves,” she said. Jimmy mumbled a short, “clearly not enough,” into Scott’s ear.

Scott ignored him. “Callahan asked us to help with the kids and also wanted to know if I noticed anything strange with the players who have come to MCC before. That’s all. Nothing to do with you all, unless either of you are 16 year olds?” Puffy shook her head. Scott’s answers must’ve been good enough for the duck hybrid, because he stuck out his hand towards him.

“My name’s Quackity,” he said simply. Scott nodded and shook his hand as well. He noticed a quite nasty recent scar that looked like it came from a sword running along the side of his head, as well as an older one that was much rougher going through his eye. Holy shit, what had happened to this server?

Scott turned to Jimmy. “I should probably message Callahan that we’re at spawn,” he said. “Oh, no need for that,” he heard Quackity say. “I messaged him already that there were strange people here, so he probably knows it’s you. He’ll be here in a second I’m sure.” Scott nodded. “Okay,” he replied. 

The four of them stood in awkward silence, listening to the howl of the wind that sounded like it was blowing through a ravine that Scott couldn’t see. Before long, he noticed what looked to be a young goat hybrid coming towards them, dragging an absurdly tall person behind him. Scott was sure that the commotion that the two were making could be heard for at least a couple hundred blocks. He noticed Puffy turning towards the noise and her sheep ears immediately perking up. 

“Oh, auntie! I didn’t know you were down here!” the goat boy exclaimed. “Hello Tubbo,” she greeted him warmly. Tubbo stared cautiously at the two newcomers, the other teenager trying and failing to hide behind him. “Who are they?” he asked carefully, hand on his sword. Jimmy spoke up.

“Callahan asked us to come and help! I’m Jimmy and I’m sure you know Scott,” he said. Tubbo squinted at Scott for a moment before recognition passed his features. “Oh yeah,” he said, “MCC, right? We haven’t done that since before Dream locked down the server completely. I think the last time we did it he closed us off entirely since you were getting a bit suspicious. I don’t think he really gave us a good reason for that, actually.” Scott studied the boy for a moment. He seemed rather put together in front of adults, like he had to grow up too fast. Scott nodded at him. “That’s right. I’m assuming Callahan told you to come down here so Jimmy can take you to the End again?” Tubbo looked up at the elf, surprised. 

“Yeah, how’d you know?” he asked. Scott just shrugged. “I figured if Callahan was busy he wouldn’t have time to take all of you to the End again and would just send you to show Jimmy the way.”

The teenager standing behind Tubbo finally spoke up. “What about you, though? You keep saying Jimmy will take us to the End like you’re implying that you won’t be going,” he said. Ah, Scott thought to himself, this must be Ranboo. “Callahan said that there’s three teenagers still on this server not including Tommy, who we have located. I only see the two of you here, so I figured I’d go round up the last one.” Scott stated. He heard Quackity cough awkwardly behind him.

“I might be able to help you with that one. I don’t know where he is, but I know someone who would be able to help you find him. And as much as I hate Punz, he is our best option here.” he stated.

“Shouldn’t you know where he is, Big Q?” Tubbo asked, “I thought you were trying to get him to join Las Nevadas.”

“Well yes, I was,” Quackity said looking embarrassed, “but he killed me and ran off. I’m on one life now so I really don’t want to try and track him again. That kid still has all three of his lives and he’s arguably one of the best PVPers on the server.”

“Wait he killed you?” Puffy asked, turning away from her nephew and towards the duck hybrid, eyes narrowing. “He’s famously one of the neutrals, what did you do?”

“He’s not a neutral, he plays both sides, there’s a difference,” Quackity scoffed. “Besides, like I said, there’s no way I can track him now. We need Punz to do that.”

“That wasn’t my question, Quackity.” Puffy said, her voice dangerously low. “What. Did you do to that boy.”

“I just blew up his UFO! It wasn’t even a big deal!” Quackity shouted, hands up. “Shit gets blown up here all the time, I just needed leverage for him to join Las Nevadas!” He goes still. “I just wanted him to realize that the UFO was his only legacy in this place and he could actually build something real with me, y’know, and make some money from shit that ISN’T being a mercenary, is that too much to ask?”

“So,” Tubbo said, “you blew up his build and expected him to not attack you?”

“Well it was only a threat at the beginning, I had it rigged when he showed up. Didn’t blow it up until after he got the first hit on me. He got me down in like, three hits. His axe is ridiculously powerful,” Quackity said, grumbling the last part.

“Dude, everyone knew not to mess with the UFO because he was oddly protective of it. That death is entirely on you, Quackity.” Tubbo said. “We don’t really know why, honestly, just that he was.”

“Yeah, yeah I know I know that now, obviously. Didn’t think it’d be that serious. He has other builds around, I just figured that one would make a statement.”

“Not the statement you were going for, I take it.” Scott responded. Quackity just hung his head and nodded.

Internally, Scott was disgusted by the lack of tact displayed by the DSMP players. How often did things get blown up that they just let it happen and move on? Did they not rebuild? They were reprimanding Quackity for blowing up this UFO not because it was a build someone took their time on but rather because he knew what would happen if he did it? Why was this server’s community non-existent? He got the sneaking suspicion that this was Dream’s fault. He looked at Jimmy and could tell that he was thinking the same thing.

“While this conversation has been… enlightening, I think I should go with the kids to the End now. I don’t know too much about Voidwalkers but I can tell you a few facts as we go?” Jimmy said, fake cheer evident in his voice.

“We’re not kids,” Tubbo said, rolling his eyes. “We haven’t been kids since the first war.”

Scott could see Jimmy startle at the mention of war. “Well, even so, we should go,” he said, voice shaking slightly. “Scott, I’ll message you when we’re there.” Scott nodded at his companion. “I’ll go look for Purpled, I suppose.”

Chapter Text

Setting off towards where Quackity had said the UFO used to be, Scott was puzzled. The reason as to why the duck hybrid had blown up someone’s build, and a teenager’s no less, so completely just to get them to join their faction was simply not clicking to him. Walking along the Prime Path, (who had named it that? No one even knew Prime in this day and age), he spotted the remains of what looked like the UFO. Scott wouldn’t have been able to tell what it was if he hadn’t been told, it was utterly destroyed. Scraps everywhere, bits of uranium-colored glass shattered on the ground, and what looked to be remnants of completely foreign tech melted and fused with the grass. Scott picked up a piece that looked like it had come from the motherboard. He could make out a few symbols on the metal, but none were ones he recognized. That confused him a bit, what language was this tech even in that he wasn’t able to read it? He knew quite a few different languages. Before he could investigate more, Scott felt the warm metal of a netherite blade touch his neck. What? How did someone get behind me? he thought, My magic didn’t sense anyone!

“Step away from my ship and drop that piece of metal,” a voice growled. Scott set the piece down on the ground gently and then slowly raised his hands, turning around. Before him stood a rather lanky teenager, wearing a purple hoodie with the hood above his head. Scott started at him. This had to be Purpled. I mean, this boy was completely covered in the color, it seemed logical. The boy had full netherite armor and the weapon that was still pointed towards Scott gave the aura of having enchantments that should be impossible to get. He narrowed his eyes at the boy, trying to figure out how he had gotten his hands on Density, let alone how he had been able to get it on an axe. The mace had been long since lost to time, and so had the enchantments for it.

“What are you doing here?” the teen asked, weapon still drawn. “I came here to find you and see if you wanted to get off this server,” Scott replied. The boy’s eyes narrowed. “And how do I know you’re telling the truth?” he asked. Scott pulled out his communicator and opened his messages with Callahan. He tossed the device to the boy. “Take a look,” he said.

“Do you have any weapons?”

“No, I promise.”

The boy nodded and looked at the communicator, still suspicious. “Promises don’t mean shit here but sure what the hell. I have all three lives still, I can take a risk once in a while.” After briefly reading Scott’s messages with Callahan, Purpled nodded at the elf. “I believe you. You don’t really feel threatening to me right now. Although I’m sure you’re hiding your power,” he sighed. “I’m Purpled,” he said, extending his hand out to shake. Scott took it. “Scott Smajor.”

“Odd last name, but there’s some freaky ones here so it’s not unbelievable I guess. What are you doing here? Besides ‘collecting’ me?” he air-quoted.

“Callahan is shutting down this server at some point and enlisted me and my husband to get you and the other two teenagers to a different server. He said that you don’t have to stay at the waypoint server, but that you do need to leave this one.” Purpled nodded. “What’s the waypoint?” he asked. “Hermitcraft,” Scott said. The boy nodded once more. “Yeah sure, what the hell. Can’t be worse than here. When are we leaving?”

“Whenever Ranboo feels fine enough to go, I’d imagine. He needs to spend some more time in the End first.” Purpled gave Scott an inquisitive look. “Why does he need to be in the End?”

“He’s a type of hybrid that needs the End or else they get very sick. It was a complete miracle that he hasn’t permadied from not being there in two years.” “I see. Voidwalker then?”

“Yes,” Scott said, surprised, “how did you know that? Most people aren’t aware of Voidwalkers.” Purpled just shrugged. “Eh, I’ve been around all kinds of hybrids for jobs.”

“Jobs?” Scott asked. “I’m a mercenary,” Purpled replied. “You’re a mercenary? What? You’re not even an adult!” The boy shrugged again. “When your brother figure is also a mercenary and trains you, you do it. Dunno what to tell you. It’s good money sometimes. Not that I’ve been able to take out-of-server jobs because of that fucking barrier anyways.” Scott stared at Purpled, shocked. A teenage mercenary? It wasn’t unheard of, but it certainly wasn’t common. The elf shook his head. There were other times to worry about this, he needed to get the boy off the server first. Although he did want to satiate his curiosity about Purpled’s axe enchantments. One question wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Where did you get that?” he asked.

“Get what?” the boy replied. “Your enchantments,” Scott pointed to the axe. “You shouldn’t be able to have Density at all, let alone on an axe. How did you get it?”

“Density?” the word sounded foreign coming out of Purpled’s mouth. A flash of recognition passed his face. “Oh you mean the- I don’t know how that one happened. I was using my anvil and messed up some of the runes because the enchanting language here is so stupid and complicated—like why are there so many fucking ways to write Sharpness?—and I was too tired to try and figure out anything else at the time. Everything else on the weapon was good so I just left it alone. Honestly it seems a bit better with Density or whatever you called it,” he said.

Scott was left speechless. There was a lot to process in what the boy said, like implying that he was used to a different enchanting language, messing up the runes enough to be able to get an enchantment from a bygone era, and the fact that it hadn’t just drained all the magic out of him completely, this boy was definitely not normal. If he didn’t know any better, Scott would’ve thought he was talking with another elf, but the boy’s magic felt different from anything that he had ever seen. He didn’t know what to think.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of hybrid are you?” Scott asked. The question seemed to startle Purpled. “Hybrid? I’m not one,” the boy said. Scott narrowed his eyes. The boy’s eyes seemed to be glowing slightly, and he looked nervous. “I don’t believe you, but okay.” Purpled let out a breathy laugh. “Eh, what the hell. No one else noticed in the years I’ve been here besides Punz so why not tell a stranger? I have nothing left to lose after that fucking duck bastard destroyed my ship.” Scott was taken off-guard by the huge amount of hostility in the boy’s voice. He watched in shock as Purpled took off his hood and two antennae popped out, and gasped when he saw two more eyes appear on the boy’s face.

“I’m not a hybrid. I’m not even from here,” the alien said. “And Quackity destroyed the only way I was going to be able to get back home. I'm going to fucking kill that guy.”

Chapter Text

It had been a few days since Etho had heard from Callahan. It wasn’t like he was getting worried, but he was getting nervous. Tommy had been getting restless, and his nightmares had been getting worse too. Etho didn’t really know how to help him in that regard and it worried him. Hopefully bringing him back to life would alleviate some of them. As if on cue, Etho’s communicator buzzed.

Direct Message >> Callahan

Callahan: Update! All the kids are good to go. Scott found Purpled, and Ranboo is feeling well enough to travel so we’ll be coming soon. I notified Xisuma as well.

Callahan: Although I don’t know how convinced Purpled is about coming to Hermitcraft. Scott said he seemed fine but the boy is really good at hiding things so who knows. At the very least he has agreed to meet with me.

Callahan: Can you let Tommy know that he’ll be whole again soon? He might feel better about that. I can’t imagine that it’s comfortable missing half of his memories and then also not remembering why.

EthosLab: Yeah, I can let him know. See you soon.

—

A knock on the door to his temporary room in Scarland startled Tommy out of sleep. Rolling out of his bed and floating towards the door, he was delighted to see Etho when he opened it. He grinned at his quasi-uncle and gestured for him to come in.

“Hi Tommy, how are you doing?” he asked. Tommy reached for his notebook and hurriedly scratched out, “Just woke up, but I feel alright. A little spacey.” Etho nodded at him. “That’s good. I got a message from Callahan earlier today, and he said that you’ll be able to be whole soon. Probably in a couple days, if his timing is right.” Tommy was conflicted about that. He liked being a ghost, most of the time. No one could hurt him! He wasn’t too keen about being able to remember all the things that happened to him once he was revived. What he did remember was really frightening. But he did really want to speak out loud again, and he liked being able to fly properly. He couldn’t really do that in his current form. “Will it hurt?”

“Callahan didn’t say. It might, unfortunately.” Tommy pouted. “I wouldn’t be too worried about it, bud. Callahan is good at his job, and don’t you think it’ll be good to be whole again?” Tommy pondered Etho’s points. It was sort of stressful to not know certain things about himself. It felt like something was missing. The ghost hesitantly nodded. Etho gave him a small smile and ruffled his hair in return. “It’ll be nice to officially meet you, kid.” Tommy beamed. Maybe being revived wouldn’t be so bad. “I’ll fly circles around you old man, just you wait!”

—

WorldChat

XisumaVoid: Heads up everyone. Callahan and the other people coming from the Dream SMP are arriving. Please don’t crowd them, at least not until I’ve spoken to them

Grian: o7

ImpulseSV: Got it!

Callahan joined the game

Smajor1995 joined the game

SolidarityGaming joined the game

Tubbo_ joined the game

Ranboo joined the game

Purpled joined the game

???- j—oi ned th-e ga–me

GoodTimesWithScar: uh, what was that last one? is that supposed to be happening

Callahan: Hello everyone

Callahan: also yes that last one shouldn’t be a problem it’s just because I have half of Tommy’s soul with me

EthosLab: Speaking of, do you want me to bring him to you? Or are you coming to Scarland

Callahan: We’ll come to you. Easier that way

MumboJumbo: Do you guys need anything?

Renthedog: Yeah, if you happen to need any medical assistance or anythin we can help

DocM77: You mean I can help.

Renthedog: :P Yeah

Callahan: I don’t think we need anything medical wise, but it would be good to have a few people over here to just help keep everything calm. Scott and Jimmy do have to leave soon

GoodTimesWithScar: me and Etho are already in Scarland did you need anyone else?

Callahan: Two more people.

ZombieCleo: I can come? Joe is busy right now otherwise he’d be offerin’ himself up

GeminiTay: I’m not busy! Plus I’m actually pretty close by right now

Callahan: That works. Ah, Grian, can you come down to the Rift and walk with us? I’ll need your help with something

Grian: Sure. What do you need help with?

Callahan: I can tell you in a second I just know that you’ll be able to help me

Grian: ? Okay

Callahan: GeminiTay, ZombieCleo, you guys can meet us at Scarland. We’ll probably be there in about twenty minutes.

GeminiTay: okay!

ZombieCleo: :thumbsup: