It was to the point that xB stayed up for days on end, finding any excuse to not even look at a bed. Luckily for him, Beef was similar, but mostly because he was so obsessed over his card game project. There may not even be hermits to play it, by god damn it Beef was going to finish this card game.
xB helped where he could, it was nice to have someone to talk to at the very least. And Beef, as a fellow loner, was very understanding when xB went out on his own. Beef never asked questions, or at least, never pried too often.
Today was not one of those blessed days.
“Dude, when was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”
xB grimaced and put down the shulker full of carpet down hard, hoping this would end the conversation before it really started. “Uhh, dunno, been busy.”
“Dude!” Beef, clearly ignoring xB’s silent pleas to stop talking, said in concern. “That’s no bueno, my friend. Sleep is important from time to time. I know you’re like, a fish, or something I don’t know, but fish sleep too… I think, do fish sleep? Aren’t their like eyes open but they’re- anyway, the point is, you gotta rest those vibrant blue orbs of yours, get your beauty sleep!”
“I thought I was pretty already.” xB replied slyly, always willing to stir the pot.
“Oh, well, of course, xB, you’re like the second hottest hermit here, but you’d look even prettier if you slept. You look like a haggard witch- in a good way!” Beef said.
xB, despite his trepidation about the night to come, giggled. “A haggard witch?? Oh my god, I’m leaving you.”
“In a good way!” Beef reminded him, also laughing, and slung an arm around xB’s shoulders so he couldn’t fly off. “I will make you sleep, xB. As your friend, currently your only friend here, it is my duty to. Come on, the sun is setting. Put down your bed, you can even put it next to mine if you want, and we’ll catch some Z’s.”
xB wished he could explain, wish he knew even where to begin with why he didn’t want to sleep. But Beef was stronger then him, and xB reluctantly put down his bed. Just looking at it made a wave of dizzying tiredness rush through him. He got in, and before Beef could even say goodnight to him, he was out.
And then, he was awake again.
“God damn it.” He muttered.
Even thought his eyes were closed, the sun was shining through his eyelids. He reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed. A slime squished nearby. He got up from the bed he’d hastily set down at the foot of some giant statue of a man with a pink coat or something. The sun was rising over this swamp kingdom. Might as well keep heading on, xB thought, since I’m here. He packed up his bed, the bits of food he’d collected, and found a path to walk on.
He supposed it could be worse, waking up in this dream world. He just wished that it felt less real then the Hermitcraft world, so he really knew which one was a dream. He was tired in both, which was annoying. And both felt real, which was just confusing.
Every time he fell asleep, he just kept walking, kept exploring this abandoned land. Despite it all, xB was curious. These lands, kingdoms really, all felt so loved. Blocks placed with care, well-worn paths, silly jokes on signs. So why was it empty? He felt like an intruder, but then again, how can one intrude when there is no other life to intrude upon?
He’d been to the land across the ravine, so he picked another direction, and by nightfall, ended up in the far end of some other kingdom, which had bits of red stuff all over the ground. He settled down by what looked like a summoning circle, which was concerning, but hey, what wasnt anymore.
He got into bed, watching the sun start to set. And just as he closed his eyes, he heard a distinct pop, and a voice he’d never heard spoke.
“Hola? Hello? Who are you?”
“xB?”
xB gasped and jolted upright, grabbing onto the closest thing to him.
“Woah there, you trying to feel me up already?” Beef chuckled.
“Oh, sorry.” xB said, wrenching his hand back from Beef’s bicep.
“Didn’t mean to startle you. You must have been sleeping hard.” Beef said, making his bed. “Don’t you just feel so refreshed now after such a good night’s sleep?”
xB had never felt so tired in his life, and his mind raced, playing that voice over and over again in his head. There was someone else in the abandoned world!
“Yeah, never felt better.” xB said, hoping his voice wasn’t shaking.
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Pearl was a sight to behold. No, not because the empires people thought of her as some kind of god, while the hermits knew her as the cleaning lady. No, it was her outfit and tools that were the beholden sight.
To start with, the dress. An elegant pale green thing of floaty fabric and delicate stitching. She fit in well with the other empires, at least, but it was far from her usual fashion choices of hoodies and overalls. Needless to say, it was smattered in mud and pollen, as she’d taken to heading the automatic carrot and potato farms, as well as romping in the mud when she could. She was just silly like that.
The dress was the baseline for the clash of items she wore and used every day- it was like she’d gone into each of the empire’s bases and stolen something. Honestly, she probably had, for the most part.
She wore a colorful, patchwork fedora from Scott.
From Sausage she had wings, a shield, and an axe, whose green and blues went moderately well with her outfit.
She had yellow rain boots from Shelby, which were as caked with mud and dirt as the hem of her dress.
From False, or at least whoever ran that steampunk place, she’d taken a pair of aviator goggles.
Joel gave her a toy sheriff, which she considered funny enough to not take anything else from him, although Joel had seen her eyeing the stratosphere a few times.
She had a mask of Lizzie’s face. It freaked everyone out, but no one dared to tell Lizzie about it, since she was so cagey about her appearance in the first place.
From Katherine she had the monster-slaying axe, although she wasn’t supposed to talk about it.
She had Fwip’s bonk stick occasionally, when he wasn't looking, but also had some golden hoops.
She had a deputy badge pinned to her dress. Not a single person knew where she could have possibly gotten it from, as none were missing. Jimmy was furious.
From Joey she had a skull-and-crossbones flag, which she kept around her shoulders like a cape.
Gem weaved more flowers into Pearl’s hair every few days. She was kinda big-brained for it.
She had copper bracelets from Pix.
And from Oli, she’d taken one of his lutes, which she did not know how to play, but loved to strum it to annoy people.
“She looks like the physical manifestation of the entire empires server.” Pix said.
“It’s like so chaotic of a fit that it passes ugly and loops back around to camp, tbh. It’s a serve.” Scott remarked.
“Stealing Is Against The Law.” Jimmy blustered on and on about, although no one paid him any mind.
The question all of the empires members wondered was if they should stop her. They then realized that they probably couldn’t even if they wanted to, so that was that, really.
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I make a point to have no opinions because at the very least that way I can fit whoever will take me, but occasionally even then I'll manage to say or reblog something I thought innocuous that gets me reprimanded, disagreed with, seen as not one of the group, and I manage to make myself even more bland and unintrusive in response.
Now I stand for nothing and say nothing and think nothing and am nothing.
What a life for someone who's full of stories inside that will never be said because they're so full of empty thoughts.
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