#get him back for 3rd life impy

[sefif]

I don't know how likely it is to happen but my kingdom for either Lizzie + Gem finalists or Bdubs vs Impulse finalists

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for the ask thing: botem playing keep away with impulses com while hes on the phone with skizz?

<Skizzleman> Hey dude.

<Skizzleman> Impy.

<ImpulseSV> Hey?

<Skizzleman> I’ve got a fun idea for the next N&S

<ImpulseSV> Oh? Do tell.

<Skizzleman> Well, I was thinking, y’know.

<ImpulseSV> dangerous.

<Skizzleman> Hey! Anyway, with 1.18 coming up soon

<Skizzleman> Maybe the next one could be on a snapshot?

<ImplulseSV> asdfecazxz

<Skizzleman> Dude? You okay?

<Skizzleman> Was that a yes or a no?

<ImpulseSV> What’s N&S?

<Skizzleman> …Naked and Scared? Hardcore challenge? Are you alright?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, the thing Impulse keeps disappearing off to every now and hen?

<Skizzleman> Who is this?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, I’m Pearl! I’m one of the new hermits :D

<Skizzleman> Nice to meet you!

<Skizzleman> Did you steal my buddy’s comm?

<ImpulseSV> Well.

<ImpulseSV> He should’ve known better than to text during a meeting.

<Skizzleman> So what are you doing right now then?

<ImpulseSV> cvbhjnbvcbgbhnjnhj

<Skizzleman> Pearl?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, hey, Skizzleman!

<ImpulseSV> Can I interest you in some copper?

<Skizzleman> …Hi, Scar.

<Skizzleman> How are you gonna get it across servers?

<ImpulseSV> I have my ways.

<ImpulseSV> Just trust me.

<Skizzleman> …If 3rd Life taught me one thing.

<Skizzleman> It’s that you cannot be trusted.

<ImpulseSV> Rude! I’ll have you know that this is top-quality copper.

<Skizzleman> …Sure, dude. I’m pretty sure you aren’t whitelisted on my personal world?

<ImpulseSV> Well, there’s one warhgjkgvchdgh

<ImpulseSV> sdgfh;gvjh ygh

<Skizzleman> Again?

<ImpulseSV> What’s going on?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, you were talking about your hardcore thing.

<Skizzleman> Is this Grian or Mumbo?

<ImpulseSV> Grian.

<Skizzleman> Cool. How’re you doing, dude?

<ImpulseSV> Oh, y’know.

<ImpulseSV> Sitting on the mast of Pearl’s starter house.

<ImpulseSV> Watching Impulse trying and failing to land on a one-block wide platform to get his comm back.

<ImpulseSV> Oh he made it! Shame his balance was so wonky.

<Skizzleman> You pushed him off, didn’t you?

<ImpulseSV> I would never!

<ImpulseSV> ANYWAY, while I have you here.

<ImpulseSV> Do you think you’re up for a second season of 3rd Life?

<ImpulseSV> I’m still hashing out the details rn. Might rename it, we’ll have to see.

<Skizzleman> Sure dude, sounds fun!

<Skizzleman> Give me the deets once you’ve worked them out?

<ImpulseSV> Great! I’ll DM you later

<ImpulseSV> dfcghbnkjlmjkbhjvghfcvh nb

<ImpulseSV> 8765rtfthhukiopl;/’;lkjhg

<Skizzleman> Again?

<ImpulseSV> 67y8uikj bvdzxhvm ‘’[87tf

<ImpulseSV> OKAY I GOT MY COMM BACK.

<ImpulseSV> Mumbo managed to butterfingers it into the boatem hole so it respawned on me.

<ImpulseSV> Snapshot N&S sounds interesting.

<Skizzleman> Wanna chat later then?

<ImpulseSV> …Yes.

<ImpulseSV> when my friends aren't playing keep-away with my comm

<ImpulseSV> stdrfyhgvhkjchfx

<ImpulseSV> How does anyone manage to lose their comm all the way out here?

<Skizzleman> Who’s got it this time?

<ImpulseSV> TFC

<Skizzleman> Nice to meet you!

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

3rd life, Tango and Impulse are the last two standing?

this was the first 3rd Life request i received and oh boy have i wanted to work on it for so long. apologies for the older ones i havent touched yet; i’m getting to them! i’m just in more of a 3rd Life mood atm :)

...

  Etho drowned

  Impulse stares at the death message on his communicator with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh,” he whispers hoarsely. “He did it… Tango got him…”

  He checks the tab list. Etho is gone. Only two red names stare back at him: his own and Tango’s. The endgame he’s been avoiding for weeks is finally here. 

  Impulse continues trading with his villagers, though there doesn’t seem to be much point anymore. Tango is undoubtedly on his way here right now, and he’ll probably want to end things right here and now. There’s only two people left, both on red. One more death will end the game, no matter who dies. 

  He finds himself hoping that Tango will fall into a ravine or get exploded by a creeper before he even makes it here. But he knows it won’t happen. There’s only two ways this could end, and neither of them are very appealing to him. 

  All too soon, he hears the familiar voice of his best friend call his name. Wincing briefly, he turns and finds Tango standing in the entrance to his villager trading hall. “Hi, Tango.”

  “You saw in chat, right?” Tango’s red eyes are glowing bright, as is the red heart on his neck. “I got him. My trap worked!” 

  Impulse nods. “I saw. Heck of a way to kill your close friend.”

  “Yeah, well, he would’ve killed me with no hesitation, so I did what I had to do to survive.”

  “You’ve done a lot of things like that,” Impulse remarks carefully. “Remind me again who you’ve killed?”

  “Grian, Bdubs, Scott, Jimmy, Ren, and now Etho,” says Tango gleefully. “Etho’s my first red lifer, though. Gotta say, there’s a hell of a rush in taking someone’s last life and knowing they won’t be able to come back and confront you.”

  Impulse slowly shakes his head. “That’s a really… cold thing to say. Remember, we don’t know exactly what happens when we lose our last life. It’s likely we just appear back on our normal servers, but Grian said he didn’t even know that for certain.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Tango rolls his eyes. “Whatcha up to?”

  “Getting some books to enchant my stuff so you’ll have a harder time killing me,” Impulse wants to say. Instead, he opts for the safe answer and says, “Just some trading. You… want some emeralds?”

  “Nah, I don’t need to trade right now.”

  The two fall silent for a moment.

  “So I guess we should address the elephant in the room,” says Impulse slowly. “We’re the only ones left. The last two standing.”

  “Uh huh.” Tango’s eyes are still worryingly sparkling red. “We are. And don’t think I’m stupid, Impy. I know about the traps you put around your base. Plus the ones in Renchanting and the desert.”

  “I didn’t put those there.”

  “Whatever. Point is: I know where all the traps are. So don’t think you’re gonna get the drop on me. And when it comes to PvP, I’m stronger.”

  “Are you trying to tell me to just lay down and accept my death?” Impulse demands.

  “Hell no. Don’t do that! That’d be the worst way to end this whole thing.” Tango pauses a moment. “Who’ve you killed, again?”

  “I… I killed Joel and Cleo.”

  “And?” prompts Tango pointedly. 

  Impulse winces. “And… you. I took your second life.”

  “Yes, yes you did. And I’m not gonna let you take another.”

  “I don’t want to do that, Tango. I may be a red lifer but I don’t want to hurt you again.”

  “Too bad,” Tango says coldly. “This is the moment I’ve been waiting months and months for. Two people left. I’ve done too much and fought too hard to delay my victory any longer. Come to the village with your best armour and your best sword, and if you’re not there in five minutes, I’ll hunt you down and kill you without mercy. Got it?”

  Impulse can hardly hold back a shiver at the viciousness in his best friend’s voice. “G-Got it.”

  “Good.”

  Impulse watches Tango leave, before letting out a deep breath. He can’t deny he’s terrified; this is the final confrontation. Either he or Tango won’t make it out alive. And he has a suspicion as to which one will lose their last life first. As blunt as Tango had been, he’s right. Tango knows where all the traps are, he’s better at PvP than Impulse, and he has the fortune to have known Impulse long enough to be able to reliably anticipate any tricks he could come up with. 

  Impulse hardly stands a chance.

  After assembling his best armour under the circumstances, Impulse takes his enchanted diamond sword and heads out into the village. He can already see Tango sitting atop one of the houses, legs dangling over the side. Tango’s armour is iron but enchanted, whereas Impulse’s is diamond and unenchanted. He doesn’t know which will be better in this scenario but he’s leaning towards the enchanted armour. 

  Tango spots him approaching and jumps down from the house, swinging his own enchanted diamond sword. “Sorry it has to be this way, Impulse. I hope you know that however this finishes, you’ll always be my best friend.”

  Somehow, I don’t think you’ll be very happy with me if I’m the one who somehow wins after all this, Impulse thinks. 

  Aloud, he says, “I’m sorry too.”

  A brief pause follows his words.

  Then Tango charges forward and the fight begins.

  Impulse blocks Tango’s first two blows, but the third glances off his armour. This completely throws him off and Tango lands a few more hits on his armour. 

  Losing his nerve, Impulse scrambles backwards and takes off running, hoping to give himself time to think of something.

  “Hey!” Tango yells. “What are you doing?! Get back here!”

  Impulse sprints as fast as he can towards Bdubs and Cleo’s abandoned castle. Without slowing, he jumps on the ruined planks of the drawbridge and makes it across to the other side. When he dares to look back, he notices Tango skidding to a halt on the other side of the moat. 

  Impulse involuntarily nods to himself. Tango hates parkour, even simple ones. 

  After taking a moment to compose himself, Impulse turns and spots Tango halfway across the bridge, jumping steadily from one plank to another. Panicking, Impulse jumps on the pressure plate in the centre of the room, before bolting for the stairs.

  Tango has just reached the entrance when he hears the telltale hissing noise and he curses. He doesn’t have enough time to follow Impulse to the stairs and he knows it, so all he can do is dive back across the drawbridge. 

  The TNT goes off a second later, sending Tango flying onto the bank. It’s been placed in such a strategic way that it only destroys the lower floor; the second floor, which Impulse has managed to reach, is entirely untouched. 

  He grabs a spare bow and some arrows, and fires a few out the slit window at Tango, who is struck in the leg by one and has to retreat to avoid getting hit by the others.

  Impulse takes a deep breath. This is a good position; he has the high ground, as it were. He has the advantage right now. 

  Unfortunately, that advantage becomes a lot less palpable when he realises his meagre arrow stock has run out. 

  Through the split window, he spots Tango running back across over the drawbridge, clearly realising that Impulse is out of ammunition. His leg is bleeding from where he’s pulled the arrow out but he doesn’t seem to care right now. 

  Impulse rushes for the second set of stairs and bursts out onto the top of the castle. Over the ramparts, he can see the long abandoned village he used to call home and he’s briefly gripped with a deep sense of sadness and nostalgia. 

  A few seconds later, he hears footsteps behind him and whirls round to find Tango charging towards him. With only a split second warning, Impulse ducks under his outstretched arm and rushes for the stairs again, but Tango sweeps his legs out from under him. Impulse lets out a cry of pain as he lands heavily on his wrist.

  “NO!” Tango yells, standing over him with his sword, forcing him to roll over and look him in the eye. “You’re not running away again! I’ve waited TOO long for this; now fight me!”

  Impulse responds by kicking Tango hard in his already injured leg, before rolling to his feet and taking advantage of Tango’s distracted state to shove him away. 

  Tango stumbles back, his mind fuzzy from the pain. His diamond sword dangles in his grasp. His chest heaves as he gasps for breath.

  “Tango…” Impulse straightens up, a sympathetic look on his face. “Please. We don’t have to resolve it this way. Let’s just live together in this world until one of us dies naturally. There’s no reason for us to murder each other just to win this stupid game.”

  “No,” growls Tango softly. “You’ve no idea what I’ve sacrificed to get here. If somehow we do go back to Hermitcraft after we die in this goddamn world, do you think anyone’s still gonna wanna be friends with me?”

  “Then why burn all your bridges like that?” Impulse demands. “3rd Life is temporary but we’ll be on Hermitcraft for decades to come. Why throw it all away?”

  “Y-You don’t understand. I have to win this. Th-There’s no other way to end this.”

  Impulse carefully steps towards his best friend. “Tango. Plea-.” 

  “I SAID NO!”

  Tango charges at Impulse, who intercepts him and throws him away from him.

  What he hasn’t noticed is how close he is to the edge of the parapet. 

  Tango manages to catch Impulse’s wrist, pulling him to the ground, but the shock of the landing releases Tango’s grip on him. 

  Impulse gasps as he realises that his friend has disappeared over the side of the parapet. He hardly dares look, but his communicator going off only confirms what he already knows to be true. 

Tango fell from a high place.

  Tango is gone. 

  Impulse has won. 

  He struggles to a sitting position, wincing at the pain in his arm. It’s over. It’s really over.

  After all this time, all these deaths, he’s the last one standing. The “winner”, if you could even call him that. He’s done so much to survive: things he’s ashamed of, things that will stay with him for the rest of his life. The things he’s witnessed will also haunt him; the deaths of everyone around him, including his best friends, as he’s unable to do anything about it.

  After what feels like hours, he discards his armour and steps up onto the parapet, the breeze ruffling his t-shirt and shorts. At the bottom, he can almost picture Tango’s body, broken on the hard ground below him. He doesn’t know if his death will take him back to Hermitcraft, back to Tango, but anything is better than staying here alone in this world, void of happiness and life. 

  “I’m coming home, Tango,” he murmurs. 

  With that, he lets himself fall.

[slimesidian]

Ye got any Impy headcannons up ye sleeves?

Anything is fine :)

Oh Impulse headcanons are what you crave? It's not like he's one of my favorite Hermits or anything no. Seriously though yes I have Impy headcanons. This leads into some Team ZITS backstory headcanons as well just because I can't talk about Impulse without the backstory apparently.

This one is LONG so you're getting a read more, it's just… head full. Impulse beloved.

-Mod Slime

Species

Impulse is Enderborn. He's from the End and has powers that are like a mix of the Ender dragon(wings and dragon's breath) and Endermen(teleportation). 

These Enderborn powers(save the wings) don't ever really come out unless Impulse is agitated enough.

This leads Impulse to thinking he's human but somehow has wings. He's oblivious to the fact he's not human("I think I'm human" + the offense he takes in 3rd Life when Cleo says being human is "out of fashion").

Being born in the End or the Nether leads to humans thinking that a Player is demon(hence ppl mistaking Tango for a demon), which considering Impulse can be summoned, makes people think that even more.

Backstory

Before Hermitcraft, Impulse resided in the end until he was found by Skizz and Zedaph. Zed can speak Galactic, so he had to help translate what Impulse was saying. This led to them teaching Impulse how to speak English.

They taught Impulse about the Overworld and he got really interested and wanted to go with them

Impulse took a liking to two things specifically upon entering the Overworld. Redstone and mob wrangling.

The mob wrangling eventually leads Impulse into the Nether, where he goes a bit too deep and ends up in an area similar to the 1.16 Nether.

He finds a Netherborn kid(?) running away from a mob he hadn't seen yet, but that wasn't important. The important thing was saving the little guy and getting him away from the mob before he got killed

Turns out this kid is Tango. So Impulse kind of accidentally adopted Tango. 

General

Other notable things about Impulse are that he is definitely a dad friend. He is just a very hypocritical dad friend. He’ll tell one of the Hermits to sleep yet he spends multiple days without sleeping. He makes sure his friends take care of himself, yet he sleeps out in the snow for a week after hurting himself. He basically can not take care of himself properly because he’s too busy caring for his friends

After every major event on the server, he will definitely just collapse in bed for a few days, sometimes he does this at Zed or Tango's bases, since the three of them probably have weekly sleepovers

Impulse is the originator of the Hermit Debug Week. He noticed Tango's eyes messed up one time and offered to fix them. On the same day, Mumbo came by and asked if Impulse could help him reattach his arm. Impulse decided "hey what if all the Hermits with technical parts just come to my place once a month in case of any issues"(the problem is Doc was stubborn and refused to come for the first few Debug Weeks. Eventually Impulse had to drag him there because his arm was glitched beyond repair and he wasn't asking anyone for help). Debug week consists of Tango, Mumbo, Iskall, Doc, and most recently, Zedaph. 

Impulse's closet confuses everybody. He has multiple versions of his yellow shirt. One has the Creeper face on the front and the "i" on the back. He has one that's the reverse of this, he has one that doesn't have a back and is just the "i" on front. He has multiple color variants of these shirts. He has a shirt with his face on it instead of a Creeper. He has so many.

He's one of the few Hermits with wings in their natural state. Others include Grian(space wings), Stress(butterfly wings), Scar(Vex wings), and False(bat wings). 

He has an irrational fear of bats and refuses to explain. 

Impulse is the living embodiment of "I have drank 5 cups of coffee and am running on pure adrenaline" and it's impossible to stop him when he is thinking about being a madlad. 

3rd Life

On 3rd Life his skin has more black and purple on it, his fingers are longer too. He has yet to accept that this means he's Enderborn. He thinks it's just a glitch or something and Grian sucks at adminning

His sclera are slowly turning purple over time. He yet again refuses to acknowledge that this makes him inhuman. Everybody else knows.

He doesn't have his wings on 3rd Life.

Moonlight SMP

He still thinks about how he thought a male witch was hitting on him. Tango refuses to let that go.

When doing the interviews to figure out members, Impulse and Tango decided to tell Zed to act as if he didn't know them. This was absolutely worth the humor it led to.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Could I perhaps get some more of that good 3rd life stuff? I don't think we were given some Tango angst in canon, so I think we deserve some. As a treat ❤

why, of course you can :) what a treat indeed

Requests are still open, please read pinned post before requesting. 

...

  Tango sighs as he leaves the Renchanting shop, sticking his hands in his vest pockets. Dying and losing all his stuff on the Hermitcraft server is no real bother; he has infinite lives and a dozen different ways to get his stuff back within half an hour. 

  But here, it’s different. They only have three lives, and not a lot of ways to get their stuff back. Tango has just lost his first life. And now he’s stuck with unenchanted iron armour and stone tools. 

  He sits down against a boulder and sighs. 

  “Hey, Tango,” comes a voice from above him.

  He leaps to his feet again and finds Etho standing on the boulder just above him, giving him a friendly look.

  “Hey,” Tango murmurs, not really in the mood for chatting.

  “What’s wrong?” Etho asks. 

  “You saw me die,” Tango snaps at the ground. “I lost all my stuff. When I went back to Renchanting to get some iron armour enchanted, I found out that nobody cares about helping out a friend who’s just lost everything. Ren demanded ridiculous prices that I couldn’t pay so he kicked me out.” He throws his hands skywards. “I mean, it’s like nobody on this server cares about helping out their friends! It’s RIDICULOUS!”

  Etho gives him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

  Just as Tango opens his mouth to reply, he hears a familiar voice call his name. He glances over to see Impulse running up to him, panting. “Tango, thank God.”

  Etho straightens up and folds his arms. “Impulse.” 

  “Etho,” responds Impulse steadily. 

  Frowning, Tango takes a step back. “What’s going-?”

  “Tango, get away from him,” Impulse says urgently. “Get away from Etho. He’s dangerous.” 

  “Dangerous?” repeats Tango incredulously. 

  “Yes, dangerous. You’ve seen how he’s been behaving on the server lately: bullying people just because his stupid tree got burned down.”

  Etho’s eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Impulse.”

  Impulse shakes his head. “We can’t trust him anymore. Come back with me, buddy.”

  After a moment, Tango crosses his arms. “Why should I?”

  “W-What?” Impulse blinks. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean you didn’t give a crap about me when I died. You didn’t even message me to ask if I was okay, let alone come by to check on me. What makes you better than Etho right now?”

  “Exactly,” Etho says triumphantly. “You should come with me, Tango.”

  Tango whirls on him. “You didn’t do anything either, so don’t act like you have the moral high ground right now!”

  Now it’s Etho’s turn to blink. “Well, I mean… I have the literal high ground.”

  Tango sighs and shakes his head. “Whatever. Give me one good reason I should go with you.”   “Alright.” Etho makes eye contact with him. “You said it yourself: nobody on this server cares about helping their friends. They only want stuff for themselves. If you try to stick to Hermitcraft rules on 3rd Life, you’re gonna lose the rest of your lives extremely quickly. Come with me and we’ll survive together.”

  “Tango, don’t,” Impulse pleads quietly from behind him. “Etho’s going down a dangerous path. If you join him, it’ll just lead to the destruction of you both.” 

  “No, it’ll lead to our survival,” Etho responds. “Impulse, the people you’ve allied yourself with will turn on you if it gains them something. They lie and say they’ll never hurt you, but they will.”

  Impulse slowly shakes his head. “No…”

  Etho turns back to Tango. “Tango, you and I would be unstoppable together. You wouldn’t want for anything ever again. And you wouldn’t be turned away from any… enchanting facilities again.”

  Tango hesitates, considering this. He remembers how Ren rejected him in his hour of need, just because he couldn’t pay for the service. Ren wouldn’t even accept an IOU. 

  Etho holds out his hand towards Tango. “Join me. I’ll take care of you. We’ll survive together.” 

  “Tango, please!” Impulse cries. “Don’t go with him, trust me.”

  Tango gazes at him for a moment, before turning back towards Impulse. “You had your chance, Impy,” he says coldly. 

  With that, he takes Etho’s hand. 

  Etho helps him up onto the boulder and gives him a genuine, friendly smile. “Thank you, Tango. I promise I’ll take care of you.” 

  Tango believes him. Etho has never let him down before and he has no reason to doubt him now. 

  “Tango…” Impulse’s voice cracks. 

  Tango turns back to him with a cold expression. “Good luck, Impulse. But you better watch your back.”

  “Tango, I-!” 

  Etho shoulders his bow threateningly. “I’d get outta here if I were you, Impulse. Unless you want to be down a life and an inventory of stuff.”

  Impulse’s eyes widen. “Th-They’d see you killing me in chat!”

  “Well then, thank goodness there’s a witness to you attacking me,” says Etho casually, gesturing to Tango. 

  Impulse glances from Etho to Tango and, after finding their harsh expressions unchanged, reluctantly turns and runs away. 

  Etho nocks an arrow and draws back the bowstring, aiming it at Impulse’s fleeing back. 

  “Etho,” Tango says warningly. 

  After a tense moment, Etho lowers his arm and puts away his weapon. “Alright.”

  Tango relaxes and gives his friend a smile. “Thanks. So… what’s first?”

  “How do you feel about going back to Renchanting and getting you some enchanted gear?”

  “Perfect.”