Notes & Disclaimers:

1) I don't own Minecraft, or the people these characters are based on.

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 Eight

Every comm around him pings, soon followed by Echo's confused voice. Several others voice their confusion after some shuffling, and Xisuma taps his helmet for some insight.

"Bdubs was just killed by one of the unknowns." Comes the prompt reply, and he sucks in a breath. "We can start looking through the logs for the coords."

Running a hand down his helmet, Xisuma sighs in slight annoyance at the forming headache. This is just as bad as the usual trouble his Hermits get into, and the server isn't happy about it.

"Get started on it, please. I'll join you as soon as I can."

"Of course. Cleo is bringing tea and carrots over right now. Eat it or else."

Several voices echo the statement, a few louder than the rest. The second of the louder ones come with an underlying feeling of a promising threat, and Xisuma shudders at the feeling. Removing his helmet, he shoots Cleo a grin when he hears her footsteps come closer. They stop next to him, and the being's familiar voice soon surrounds him.

•~=~•

Tubbo winces at the bright light, the cough that slips out causing his throat to burn and scream in pain. With a whimper he falls to the floor, curling up next to the bed. He runs his hands through his hair, tightly clutching his eyes shut from the pain.

After a few moments, he manages to stand, opening his eyes to find a few bottles of what looks like healing potions. Staggering forward, Tubbo trips and falls, slamming into the stand the potions are on. Thuds from outside the room have him curling into himself, pushing himself back with his feet, and hitting his head against the bed.

Quickly deciding to stuff himself into the small space underneath, Tubbo meets the eyes of someone he wishes he'd never see again. Technoblade stands at the door, eyes fixated on Tubbo's face as he blocks out most of the light filtering in behind him. There's a strange expression on the piglin's face, and Tubbo flinches when he moves forward.

Instead of the actions that he was expecting, Techno instead heads to the crafting table and slaps some wheat against it. The crop morphs into several loaves of bread, and the piglin shuffles his way towards the bed. Without a word, the being drops the bread and leaves.

Tubbo swears he sees a soft smile when he grabs the items off the floor.

•~=~•

Techno picks up the items that drop when he kills the other player, eyes going to the trees. He searches for a flash of color that doesn't belong, praying that the death doesn't lead others to the village. Hell, he hopes that the strange being doesn't come back.

The chorus of why fills his mind, and Techno shakes his head, shoving the items into a chest. Going through the weird arrangement of blocks, he wonders why the player happened to be carrying some of the ugliest blocks around in his inventory. Who needs two stacks of diorite?

Snorting, Techno jumps as something pings in one of his pockets, eyes shooting towards the house to make sure Tubbo wasn't looking out the window. Sighing in relief at not spotting the teen's face, he pulls out his com. and turns it on, surprised that the thing even works. Frowning, he reads the message that blinks on his screen.

/ECHO whispers to +̷̧̡̩̗̙̼̹̬̱̼̙͙͈̮̦͕̰̯̘̳̗͉̝̋̑͆́͊̂̓̈́͛̔̈́̀̇̿̽͝€̸̪͍̃̈́͛̀́͐̉͗̋̈́̌̎̉͋̍͌̈́̽̊͘͝͝n̸̨̧̛̞͕̹͕̲̥̺̭͖̆̐̿̑͋̉̑͐̋̈͒̒͛̄̾̐͜͝͝͠͠͝ͅô̵͚̺̹̦̼͈̰̞̔͗͆̓̔͑̈́̈́̀̊̀̈͋̚͜͠͝b̵͎͓̼̭̺̻͓̬̳̼̈̔̿͂͛̓̈́̿̃͛͑̈́͆̓̅̀̄̀̃̀̍͆͘1̸͈̰̻̦̦̣͖̄̀͌͌͋̍ ̵̛͓̮̗͚͍̤̘͔̗͎̙͖̭̪̱̀͂̀̏̂ͅd̵̳͖͉͖̙̙̱̫̝̠̯̼̠̯̥̭̎̌̏̽̆̍̿̌̃̊̓̎̇̔̓̋͜͝͝3̵̧͚̠͈̭̤̱͕̫͕̱̩̤̜̺̣͌̅̑̃̊̓̽́͌̍́̿̈́̈͜͠ͅ/ Do you mind identifying yourself and your companion?