Notes & Disclaimers:
1) I don't own Minecraft, or the people these characters are based off of.
2) This is a Hermitcraft/DreamSMP crossover.
3) This is Hermit Tubbo & Techno AU.
Description
There are two newcomers on the server, and no one knows how they got there. The trauma that they have, especially the child, concerns the many members of Hermitcraft and their chats to no end, wondering just how that had happened.
Or…
Techno regrets shooting those rockets at Tubbo. As the piglin hybrid tightly hugs the bleeding teen to his chest, a flash of white engulfs the two and they disappear. The fading white reveals a world neither recognizes.
Chapter Two
Xisuma tenses, eyes closing shut as the world's code shifts around him. The world creates a high pitched whistle within his mind, quieting the voices for several seconds before they come back full force. He winces at the sudden loudness their panic brings as he opens his eyes, closing the ender chest to stand.
"Is everything alright?" Echo asks, soft voice echoing around the inside his helmet. "You seem to be in a bit of pain."
He nods after a bit of hesitation, sighing in relief when a voice rises above the others to quiet them down. Several give sounds of apologies before going near-on dormant, hiding behind the now low muttering. The Admin can't make out any of the words from the quiet voices, near on drowned out by the world's still whistling code. He can tell that they're still uneasy. None of the code he's interacted with had done that before.
"I'll be fine." Xisuma frowns, running a hand down his helmet as he heads out of the shop. He barely takes note of the sound of rockets from above him. "Something strange just happened. Something about the code changed, and when it warned me, they panicked."
The sound of someone landing next to him causes the Admin to jump, head whipping around to face the source. A short huff followed by Joe's apology has him relaxing, and he can easily picture the regret on the man's face.
"Sorry, 'Suma. Didn't mean to shock you." The unsteady tone to his voice increases Xisuma's worry, and he pats the man's back when Echo states his own worry.
"How are you, Joe? Is something wrong?"
A new whistle from the code starts, a different tone from the one that started before it. It's low, near on wind-like with how faint it is. It's uncomfortable in the way it moves around him, whispering of something coming.
"Hear my words, Blaze."Joe responds, a voice far deeper than it should actually be. It rumbles from the human's throat, low and short. "The £̵̧̨̦͉͓̥̠͍͔̹̘̪̝̦̜̠͓͓̠̣̜̩͍̰͍̦͉͓͇̠̭̮͍̌̏̏̓͌̑͐͗͂̈́̾̉̎̆̀̒͛̑̓͐̄̈̀̽̀̊͆̕̕͜͝͝͝͝a̸̢̧̟̬͙͓̹̻̝̺̗̺͍̫̬̦͍͍̙̠̝̳̩̱̟̖̳͙͖̩̓͜͜l̵̡̧̧̖̥̳̙͓͈̲̬̼͇̝͈̰̼͖͉̬͓͎͉͉͇̪͇̺͍̦͊̀̅̍̌́̀̉̊͂͋̑̏̀̾͋͂͌̃̈́̀́̾͘̚̚$̷̡̡͙̮͍̜́̃͊̾͒̌̋͊̍͘̚€̶̡̰̯̝̻̞̩̙̙͚̰͖̜̗͙͙̯̜͕͕̠̐̈͊̓̏͜͝ ̵̙̲͙͓̬͛̄͛̉̚͝Ö̴̧̰͓͚̟̲͙͚͇̝͎̩̦͔͔́͗̎͑̓͋̑͐̅͘͜͝͝ͅņ̶͎̫̦͔͇͍̰͉͎̩̦̣̘̞̦͈̤̟̟͊́̿̃̏̓͌̈̿̓̈́̕̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅ€̷̢̢̨̡̨̧̨̰̦̯̜͈̰̼̗͉̳̩͎̼̭͙͎͚̘̤̖̯̞̫̤͓̖̫̳́̂̎́͗̇̃̓̈́̿̌̀̈́̐͊̉̑̾͒̾͗̚͜͠ͅͅ lost his toys, and he will soon search for them. Hide them well: protect and cherish them both. When the time comes, the £̵̧̨̦͉͓̥̠͍͔̹̘̪̝̦̜̠͓͓̠̣̜̩͍̰͍̦͉͓͇̠̭̮͍̌̏̏̓͌̑͐͗͂̈́̾̉̎̆̀̒͛̑̓͐̄̈̀̽̀̊͆̕̕͜͝͝͝͝a̸̢̧̟̬͙͓̹̻̝̺̗̺͍̫̬̦͍͍̙̠̝̳̩̱̟̖̳͙͖̩̓͜͜l̵̡̧̧̖̥̳̙͓͈̲̬̼͇̝͈̰̼͖͉̬͓͎͉͉͇̪͇̺͍̦͊̀̅̍̌́̀̉̊͂͋̑̏̀̾͋͂͌̃̈́̀́̾͘̚̚$̷̡̡͙̮͍̜́̃͊̾͒̌̋͊̍͘̚€̶̡̰̯̝̻̞̩̙̙͚̰͖̜̗͙͙̯̜͕͕̠̐̈͊̓̏͜͝ ̵̙̲͙͓̬͛̄͛̉̚͝Ö̴̧̰͓͚̟̲͙͚͇̝͎̩̦͔͔́͗̎͑̓͋̑͐̅͘͜͝͝ͅņ̶͎̫̦͔͇͍̰͉͎̩̦̣̘̞̦͈̤̟̟͊́̿̃̏̓͌̈̿̓̈́̕̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅ€̷̢̢̨̡̨̧̨̰̦̯̜͈̰̼̗͉̳̩͎̼̭͙͎͚̘̤̖̯̞̫̤͓̖̫̳́̂̎́͗̇̃̓̈́̿̌̀̈́̐͊̉̑̾͒̾͗̚͜͠ͅͅ will show his face, and reign down hell and war. Hear my words, for the £̵̧̨̦͉͓̥̠͍͔̹̘̪̝̦̜̠͓͓̠̣̜̩͍̰͍̦͉͓͇̠̭̮͍̌̏̏̓͌̑͐͗͂̈́̾̉̎̆̀̒͛̑̓͐̄̈̀̽̀̊͆̕̕͜͝͝͝͝a̸̢̧̟̬͙͓̹̻̝̺̗̺͍̫̬̦͍͍̙̠̝̳̩̱̟̖̳͙͖̩̓͜͜l̵̡̧̧̖̥̳̙͓͈̲̬̼͇̝͈̰̼͖͉̬͓͎͉͉͇̪͇̺͍̦͊̀̅̍̌́̀̉̊͂͋̑̏̀̾͋͂͌̃̈́̀́̾͘̚̚$̷̡̡͙̮͍̜́̃͊̾͒̌̋͊̍͘̚€̶̡̰̯̝̻̞̩̙̙͚̰͖̜̗͙͙̯̜͕͕̠̐̈͊̓̏͜͝ ̵̙̲͙͓̬͛̄͛̉̚͝Ö̴̧̰͓͚̟̲͙͚͇̝͎̩̦͔͔́͗̎͑̓͋̑͐̅͘͜͝͝ͅņ̶͎̫̦͔͇͍̰͉͎̩̦̣̘̞̦͈̤̟̟͊́̿̃̏̓͌̈̿̓̈́̕̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅ€̷̢̢̨̡̨̧̨̰̦̯̜͈̰̼̗͉̳̩͎̼̭͙͎͚̘̤̖̯̞̫̤͓̖̫̳́̂̎́͗̇̃̓̈́̿̌̀̈́̐͊̉̑̾͒̾͗̚͜͠ͅͅ lost his toys."
"Is that normal?" Echo's spooked voice asks, snapping Xisuma out of his shock. "Is his throat supposed to make that sound?"
Shaking his head, the Admin quickly pulls the confused man into the nearest shop. Five Goats thankfully sounds empty when he opens the door, Joe close to his side.
"Get Cleo here." Xisuma tells the AI as he gets Joe to sit, clearly worried about the younger being. "I'm not sure what that was, and Cleo can help."
Whatever it was that Joe had said, he got some clear things from it. Something bad is about to happen, and it involves his server. As to what that something will be, he doesn't know.
•~=~•
Techno glares at the small villager, daring it to come closer. The annoyed sound that it makes grates on his nerves, it's eyes locked on the bed behind him. He doesn't move from his spot, arms crossed across his chest.
"Hrmm." The annoyed villager says, shaking its head. It makes to move forward, but Techno quickly pushes it back.
The small being had popped up not long after he had placed the bed, intent on claiming it as soon as possible. It started making those annoying sounds when it walked in, eyes falling onto the sleeping form on the bed. Annoyed that it didn't have access to a bed, the villager soon decided that it wanted to wake Tubbo, fully intent on getting the younger being to play with it.
"No." Techno growls out, before quickly thinking of a way to get it to stop. He smirks, moving forward.
The villager squeaks as he towers over it, heading to the door. Quickly blocking off the door, Techno maneuvers the small being into the corner opposite the campfire. The small being stares up at him with wide eyes as he digs down, locking the annoying thing into a two-deep hole. He ignores the sad noise it makes, placing a torch on the floor to prevent any mobs from spawning before shuffling back to the bed.
Several of the voices chid him for his actions, while others simply laugh at the face that the villager made. The hrmm that follows the placement of a trapdoor above it is sad, and the laughs increase tenfold. While Techno does feel a bit bad, he knows that it's only temporary.
Techno sighs as he carefully looks over the sleeping form, making sure the injuries he can see are healing. Most are nearly gone, only yellow bruises from what he can tell. The damage from the rockets barely even healed, the healing potion he added to the bandage not even helping. At least, not that he can tell.
With quick precision, Techno removes the bandage as carefully as possible. Wiping the potion off, he gets a stronger one and soaks a clean bandage with it. He tenses when the teen curls up even tighter, a moan of pain making its way past his bruised throat. Techno winces at the sound, and quickly continues his task. He can't have the wounds on Tubbo's throat get infected, especially when he doesn't know where they are. For all the hybrid knows, they might never respawn if they die. He can't have that.
Techno sad. A voice whispers, loud and clear above the others. Heal him. The other voices soon echo the first, getting louder and louder with each new sentence.
Huffing, he leans back with a mutter to quiet. The full moon is rising, and Techno doesn't want to be distracted. Not with danger a door away from them.
When he starts to hear the running hoofs, he sneaks a look out the window. There's no horses nearby, yet the sound is coming from in front of him. He shakes his head when he sees a flash of fire, and rubs an eye. By the time Techno looks back, nothings there. He kind of regrets making them quiet down.