AN: No, this isn't the Linkin Park album.
It's funny though, since I heard the phrase before and thought it was a well-known phrase or theory. But Nope! Just a Linkin Park album. I think I have a few songs from it too.
...
Yeah, I listen to Linkin Park, what of it?
Anyway, maybe listen to a song from the Hybrid Theory album while you're reading this. Also, I put a new poll up on my Profile in honor of this Chapter. Check it out and vote to show your support.
This Chapter is rated M for sexual content. Nothing happens, but things are said. So, yeah, M-rated. Just in case the profanity wasn't enough to warrant an M-rating.
Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft. If I did, I'd add Hybridization.
Chapter 174
Hybrid Theory
[Morel Islands: Bedrock Bunker]
It seemed that Herobrine set up emergency precautions in case any unwanted persons came searching for his research. As such, he had his keypad rigged to do certain things unless the proper code was inputted. A specific one would open his lab; wrong ones would release the Mobs…
And one would do both.
In hindsight, it was probably a safety hazard, but this was the same guy who put a self-destruct button next to a cake button.
As one, the Hybrids took advantage of the cultists triggering the emergency release security system. The unbreakable bedrock that had kept them confined for three-hundred-and-eighty-two years was now cleared. They were free. Finally free.
And nearly all of them descended on the cultists.
It would make more sense to make a break for the exit after being freed, but many of the Hybrids lacked such sense. The more deformed ones—more Mob than man—lacked the sentience of the more refined ones. The only one that looked more human than Mob was the eight meter tall lady with lava-like skin, and that said a lot.
So instead of using their brains, it was more like they relied on their baser Mob instincts, and attacked the cultists.
Though, the ones that could think had some scores to settle with Herobrine's lackeys as well.
"Finally!" The Iron Golem Hybrid rumbled as he reared his club-like, metal arm back. "I finally get to stretch my legs!"
He swung and Abyssmal could feel the weight behind it as he leapt back. The arm struck the bedrock floor with a heavy clang, like an anvil. Taking a hit like that head on wouldn't be pretty.
"Battle stations!" Ember barked before ducking a flurry of fireballs shot by a trio of Blaze Hybrids. They gave rattling cries as they fired them.
"Buuuuurns…. Buuuuuurns…."
The cultists scattered from the fireballs, one or two catching fire and shambling to put themselves out. The Hybrids split their forces due to how they were positioned. Ember, Abyssmal, and KillGore were on the side closest to the lab while the rest were closer to the exit.
4Blite swung his diamond battleaxe, knocking a pitifully floundering Guardian Hybrid across the prison like a ping-pong ball. The fish thing flopped around before firing a laser into a new opponent. Meanwhile, Sam darted for a group of four Wither Skeleton Hybrids that were withering a pair of cultists.
He drew an iron sword and met the Hybrid's stone sword that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The Hybrid reached out a hand to swipe, but Sam slid under the Hybrid's skeletal legs and swapped to a bow before firing two rapid fire into its back. The Hybrid clacked painfully before Sam dispatched it with a diagonal slash.
Strangely, the Head that fell from the fallen Hybrid was human and whole. No signs of the Wither Skeleton that possessed it. But then, just as suddenly, the Head buckled into itself as if under intense pressure, imploding into a tiny prick in space before Sam's eyes.
He barely had time to wonder, however, when one of the other Wither Skeleton Hybrids swung at him. He spun back before darting forward quickly, slipping into the Hybrid's guard and firing point black into its skull-like face.
The ground shook as the eight meter tall Magma Cube Hybrid approached Ember and KillGore. They barely reached her upper thigh in height .Her glowing orange eyes narrowed dangerously upon the Northern Executive, and her black and dark red skin seemed to heat up as she reared back a giant fist.
Ember seized KillGore by his vest and tossed him aside and out of harm's way before she herself back flipped out of the way. She narrowly avoided it, the mass of jiggling magma slapping against the corner of the prison and molding to it like a lump of dough against a table. The Magma Cube Hybrid's long, dark red hair swept behind her as she turned to track Ember.
"Bruja…"
"I don't think that word paints me in a good light." Ember remarked before readying her diamond rapier. She was cut off by KillGore's adorable alto tenor scream.
"NOOOOO! KillGore is not one to be saved like a helpless babe! KillGore is the one who will be doing the saving! You!" He pointed up at the Magma Cube Hybrid as she turned to examine the squeaking annoyance… and he seemed to grow even angrier at the difference in size. "You have a lot of nerve lording over me with your size! Tremble with fear, for lo, KillGore the destroyer of worlds has come." He reached into his backpack and drew a chunk of cobble before throwing it at the Hybrid. "Have at you!"
The block bounced harmlessly off the Hybrid's jiggling skin.
"Drat! Plan B." KillGore hurried over and started smacking his fists against the Hybrid's ankle with little success. "Surrender!"
"KillGore! Get away from that thing!" Ember warned before hurrying over. She was forced to fall back as the Hybrid swung her leg back, her heel impacting Ember's torso and sending the Executive into one of the opened cells, minus four-and-a-half Hearts.
With Ember dealt with, the Hybrid looked down at the annoyance still beating up her ankle.
"Buzz off, Chihuahua." She dismissed in her vibrato before looming over him with her arm reared back. The diminutive man stood his ground.
"You are making a grave mistake. If I become your enemy, I will not stop until you are destroyed!"
The backhand struck and KillGore was sent spinning through the air.
"WaaaaAAAAaaaaAAAAaaaaAAAA!"
Spring disengaged from battling a Spider Hybrid and, seeing a pygmy flying towards him, threw his body in the way to catch him. That proved to be a mistake, however, as small, densely packed projectiles hurt. KillGore's eyes spiraled in dizziness and his Health took a nasty hit from the giant Hybrid.
"You alright?"
"W-Where's the leak, ma'am?" He answered groggily.
Sam finished dispatching the Wither Skeleton Hybrids—their fallen Heads imploding like the others— and took great care not getting hit, as the two cultists that did withered away into nothing. Meanwhile, Abyssmal was dodging four opponents at once: The Iron Golem Hybrid, two Skeleton Hybrids, and a Blaze Hybrid. His lone eye tracked every movement they made, paying special attention to how they moved and behaved. He had yet to fire a shot, his bow hanging at his side as he merely observed and evaded.
A trio of cultists formed a defensive line as the Magma Cube Hybrid lumbered towards them. They fired arrows at her and she raised her hand to block them, wincing from the pain. However, she soon loomed over them and her intentions became clear.
She dropped her full weight atop them in a body slam that shook the cultists and Hybrids off their feet. Her large glowing eyes narrowed as she squeezed her arms against her body, pressuring the cultists trapped beneath her.
Through the haze of jiggling dark red and black skin, the cultists could be seen struggling fruitlessly against the thick molten slime, burning and suffocating. The Hybrid put more pressure upon her body, squishing them and ensuring there was no escape. One by one, the trio exploded into gear and EXP within her. Only once they were thoroughly dead did she rise, their gear and Heads falling out of her.
Ember stumbled out of the cage she got kicked into with her hair all disheveled. She glared at the giant Hybrid and blew a strand of hair out of her face before dashing forward with rapier drawn.
The Hybrid caught sight of her and, on her knees, swung an arm around to swat her. Ember was ready this time and deftly slid under the mass of molten slime before scurrying up the Hybrid's bent knee like a squirrel. The Hybrid tried to grab her, but Ember swung around her waist before finding purchase on the back. The creature's skin jiggled under her weight, but she marched up the spine—occasionally sinking her rapier in for support—and made it to the Hybrid's neck.
"Little parásito!" The Hybrid's vibrato echoed off the ceiling as she lifted one shoulder and craned her neck to squash Ember. The Executive rolled to the other side of her neck and jammed her weapon into the Hybrid's right eye, extracting a most agonizing scream. "Uf! Cuando te ponga las manos encima…!"
Ember wrenched her rapier free and clung tight as the Hybrid stomped around. Then, when she could free a hand, she jammed again into the creature's neck. There was a sharp intake of breath before the Hybrid burst apart. Ember flailed with the falling chunks of dark red and black slime and barely landed on her feet, the fall damage hurting her knees. Still the biggest Hybrid was now dealt with.
Or so she thought. Before her eyes, the chunks of the fallen Magma Cube began to quiver and reshape. They stretched to about her height, forming limbs, a torso, and a head with long hair the same as the giant.
Soon, there were four Crafter-sized Magma Cube Hybrids, all smaller versions of the original. They turned as one towards Ember, and spoke together.
"Not done yet, bruja."
Abyssmal spared a glance at the phenomena with a lifted eyebrow.
"Huh, a walking harem…"
He dodged a Guardian Hybrid's laser without looking. He had gone from evading four Hybrids to evading eight. He hadn't used his bow yet, but then they hadn't landed a hit either. It got to the point where Abyssmal was always moving even before the Hybrids were preparing an attack, his movements always placing him out of range of any attacks. It was starting to frustrate the Iron Golem Hybrid as he swung his club-like arm with reckless abandon.
"Why… can't… I… hit you!?"
The attacks either missed or battered a smaller Hybrid to death. A Guardian and Spider Hybrid met their end in that way. Abyssmal watched with a blood red eye, weighing the question. Finally, he leapt away, putting a great distance between himself and his attackers.
"I've seen enough." He said as he drew his bow. "Time for the Night-Raven to do… I dunno… Night-Raven things, I guess." He loaded an arrow in his Power V, Punch II, Flame I, Infinity I, and Unbreaking III bow and fired two quick shots straight at the Skeleton Hybrids. They struck the skulls dead on and set them ablaze. As they flailed, however, Abyssmal gunned them down with a second salvo, killing them in seconds. The fallen Heads imploded and caused a shiver of fear in the Iron Golem Hybrid.
Abyssmal's eye darted to the side towards a pack of six Zombie Pigman Hybrids that obliterated two cultists and were about to kill Spring and KillGore. His arm drew some special tipped arrows from SutsCo: Arrows of Slowness with gray blue arrowheads infused with the respective potion. He directed those arrows into the flesh of the Pigman Hybrids, slowing them down considerably and giving Spring a chance to drag a disoriented KillGore away. Then, Abyssmal switched to regular arrows to kill them all like pigs. Even while evading fireballs and lasers, he wiped them out.
"How can you keep avoiding us!?" The Iron Golem rumbled.
"Because I know where you're going to go." He answered back, his blood red eye glancing dully at them. "Foresight, my talent, allows me to observe how you move and extrapolate to figure out how you're going to move. Analyzed and memorized."
"There's no way!" The Hybrid rumbled. "With so many of us attacking at once, you couldn't have—"
"You think I can't see your leg muscles tensing under that iron skin of yours?" He posed rhetorically. "How you lean forward at a seventeen degree angle whenever you're ready to charge? How you square your shoulders when you're expecting an attack and want to square off?" Abyssmal glanced at the Blaze and Guardian Hybrids. "Or how about when those stupid spines vibrate a quarter of an inch whenever you're about to fire a laser? Or when you catch fire and launch fireballs in a left-right-left pattern with respect to the orbits of those spinning rods?"
The final Skeleton Hybrid fired an arrow at Abyssmal. He dodged it with his eye closed and then shot a pair of burning arrows right back. The first one was evaded narrowly, but Abyssmal had expected that, and only fired the first one to make the Skeleton Hybrid leap to the right, where his second arrow struck perfectly into its eye socket. He caught fire and flailed around before Abyssmal finished it off with two more shots.
"Any archer worth his salt knows to fire not where they are but where they're going to be. With Foresight, it's almost like I can predict an opponent's future." He gave a lazy smile. "Why don't you give it a shot? Predict where you're going to wind up by the end of this 'fight'. I'll fact check."
"Screw you!" The Iron Golem Hybrid wailed before bullrushing. "I'm not dying here! Not after being trapped for—!"
A pair of arrows targeted the knees of his stubby legs. His metallic, side-heavy body toppled like sticks, his front skidding against the bedrock with a horrendous screech, burning all the while.
"You certainly got more Health than a Crafter." Abyssmal noted as he looked down upon the flaming Hybrid, firing arrows at his elbows as he tried to get up. "Or maybe it's your skin acting like armor? Eh, I guess I'll just keep firing."
"St-Stop—!"
"Cheer up. You won't be some misshapen metallic gym rat for long. Maybe you'll be a carpenter in your next life. Depends on what the society after will value, I guess."
"Don't—!"
Abyssmal swapped to tipped arrows of Harming to speed things along and kept firing until the Iron Golem exploded. Only a Head was left behind—human and whole—until it imploded like all the others. That demonstration should have been enough to inform the other Hybrids that they couldn't win. But, with their limited sentience, they kept attacking.
The three remaining cultist grunts dispatched the cat, sheep, and cow Hybrids while 4Blite flattened a Slime Hybrid with a gooey face and no shape. It split into two, and then split again when 4Blite attacked, transforming them into bit-sized blobs. They bubbled pathetically and 4Blite stamped them under his hobnailed boots. Only when all of them were squashed did a Head pop out and implode.
"4Blite!" Sam warned as a Creeper Hybrid crept forward with a sagging grimace.
"Kill me… Kill meeeeeeSSSSSSSSSSS!"
The hissing and flashing had 4Blite leap back just as the explosion erupted. The edges of it singed his eyebrows and blew him into the bedrock wall before he slid to the ground. He made a low keen, tried to stand, and then fell back with a wince.
The Blazes kept firing indiscriminately, Spring running in circles to dodge them. Meanwhile, KillGore recovered and stood tall at his full four and a quarter foot height.
"KillGore has an idea." He grinned diabolically before pulling out buckets of water and pouring them out. "Mwahaha! Water! A Mob Grinder's bread and butter!"
The water flowed across the bedrock, extinguishing the flames and burning cultists. It also spread to the Blaze Hybrids and damaged them like hot lava. They tried to hover away, but their intellect must have been low because they struggled.
"Are you telling me we should have brought Drowned_One?" Sam noted while shooting the Ghast Hybrid to death.
The water also spread to Ember in her fight with the Magma Cube Hybrid and her three clones. When the water approached, the four backed away nervously, orange eyes wide with fear.
"Agua! Danger!" One shouted.
"It's shallow, but I'm scared!" Another said.
"We're all scared!"
Ember took that moment to skewer them with her rapier. The clones were less durable than the original giant, dying in a single thrust and turning to mush to be swept away by the water. She dispatched three while the fourth one edged around the water towards the exit. She only doubled back near the end. Towards the cultists still fighting.
The Blaze Hybrids died to KillGore's water and Spring helped the grunts finish off the Spider and Cave Spider Hybrids. Abyssmal was finishing off the Witch Hybrids, safely, from afar, and taking the time to quip:
"Hey, Ember, can you rub my shoulders? They're a little sore from carrying this team!"
Spring relaxed as all the Hybrids appeared to be killed. However, he suddenly felt a warm arm wrap around his neck from behind. It had dark red and black skin and jiggled as he tried to wrench it off. He stopped when the arm suddenly heated up, burning through two of his Hearts and eliciting a scream through his teeth.
"Back off, tontos!" The Magma Cube Hybrid's feminine vibrato threatened as she clutched Spring like a human shield. "One wrong move and I'll cook him like an egg!"
"No. Don't. Mercy." 4Blite 'pleaded' unenthusiastically, earning a waspish glare from Ember. He would have egged the Hybrid on if Ember hadn't held him back.
"I swear on my name I'll kill him!"
"Do it, you won't."
"4Blite just shut up." Spring hissed through the burning.
"You're coming with me." The Hybrid whispered harshly as she backed away to the exit with Spring in tow. "I'm leaving this prisión. I have things left to do."
"Alright, alright. Take it easy." Spring held his hands up, prompting the Hybrid to cease her burning.
"That's right. No funny business, cultista—"
An arrow weaved between Spring's arm and neck and struck the Hybrid straight in her orange eye. She exploded in a mass of molten slime and Spring was left standing. Alive.
"Aaaand that's the last of them." Abyssmal concluded as he put his bow away. "You're welcome."
Spring clutched at his neck, his eyes watering from the burned Health. He nibbled on some dried kelp to mend the damage and watched the molten pieces of the Hybrid that threatened him lie on the bedrock floor. Beside them, a single golden nugget.
Though… were the pieces quivering—?
"VICTORY IS MIIIIIIINE!" KillGore's shrill voice interrupted, commanding Spring's attention. The little tyke was proudly flailing his arms after scooping up his water. "You saw how KillGore crushed those Blaze Hybrids? Truly, the universe itself cannot contain my brutality. I am unstoppable, I am unbeatable, I—"
"Got swatted like a fly." Sam rained on his parade. "I'd advise to pick on somebody your own size, but I don't think shrimp are in this season."
"Mock me for my size, do you? Well from this acorn, the mighty oak of evil shall grow. I shall prove myself worthy of the cause!" KillGore vowed. "And you, peon, will be the first victim of my new world order!"
"D'awwww, I'm just glad you're okay, little guy." Ember gushed, coming over and rubbing his head.
"SMACK!" He slapped her arm before scurrying to put Spring between him and her. It seemed he was his only ally who didn't belittle him.
"Not that this isn't riveting," 4Blite piped up, "but can we focus on why we came down here in the first place."
"Scarface is right." Abyssmal pointed to the open iron door. "The lab's open for business. Let's check out the prize."
Spring took a step toward the door only to be stopped by a hand to the chest. Ember's hand.
"Not you, Spring. You just came to watch." Ember dismissed, earning a contemptuous snort from 4Blite and Sam. KillGore narrowed his eyes but said nothing. "You saw enough of Herobrine's miracles with those Hybrids. Wait here with the others. Guard us while we examine the lab."
Stay with the grunts. You're their level on the totem pole.
That's what Spring heard from the woman he admired. He somberly watched as they walked into the lab. The two Executives, that rat 4Blite, his gopher Sam, and KillGore. He turned to assess the damages to the grunts. Of the ten that accompanied them, only three were still alive. They mulled around, healing the damage they took and speaking feverishly about the encounter.
Those Hybrids were definitely tough. The Magma Cube one even got a good hit on Ember. But now, she was reduced to quivering chunks on the… floor…?
The splattered dark red and black chunks of her were gone. So was the golden nugget beside them. Did they vanish? Spring glanced around and caught a glimpse of something creeping into one of the darkened cells.
I'm not just some grunt. He thought determinedly.
He drew his sword and approached cautiously.
If the strange-speaking girl was really like a Magma Cube, then the giant form of her would have been the Mob at its peak size. When it was killed, it split into separate, mid-sized forms. But then it would split again into dozens of bite-sized forms. It was quite possible the Hybrid was still alive.
He peeked into the darkened cell, his sword raised. With visibility so low, he didn't dare cross the threshold. The bits might've been small, but they could swarm him and cause serious damage if he wasn't careful. And, unlike the other Hybrids, this one seemed sentient and whole (as whole as they could be). He still wasn't sure what their deal was or how Herobrine mixed man and Mob. It should have been impossible.
And yet… he worked another miracle. A freak show, more like it.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, a dark red and black hand shot out and closed around his sides, pinning his arms and his sword. It also covered his mouth. Unable to shout, his eyes darted to the giant hand, confused as to how the thing recovered to full size. Magma Cubes couldn't do that!
Large glowing eyes peered at him as the face of the giant, crouched Hybrid emerged from the darkness. The hand didn't burn—a conscious choice on her part—but vividly he remembered the trio of cultists that were suffocated in seconds by her smothering molten mass.
"I still have business with you, bocado." Her soft vibrato promised.
The inside of the lab was pretty basic. Unlike the bedrock prison, it was furbished with carpet, wood, stone, and much luxury comforts. A stone fireplace roared against one of the walls. A wooden table was set up in the middle. Over in the corner was a peculiar setup of a cauldron atop a jukebox with a circle of redstone surrounding it in an eye pattern. There was also a self-destruct button that everyone steered clear of.
No Command Blocks, but the Executives struck paydirt finding a set of double chests along the wall. They were brimming with notes and Ember and Abyssmal feverishly dug through them.
"Signed by Herobrine." Abyssmal noted with satisfaction. "Let's see what the old man left us, yeah?"
Ember read aloud.
[Hybrid Theory.]
[Through my years of researching Mobs and their various strengths and weaknesses, I never once considered their use until recently. With nearly all my closest friends abandoning me and Minecraftia in an unending state of progression—one in which I myself helped to christen—I fear this land will never embrace the truth of Next Life. They will forever cling to this realm, living life on repeat, and exhausting resources until the border contains nothing. And, while Command Blocks can resolve the resource dilemma, I don't want it to. Minecraftia needs to let go. Start the next grand adventure in this cycle of life and death. Normal Sense and Next Life. Rebirth and Forget.]
[A Kill Command could kill everyone. But then what? More will spawn to the Origin after we are gone, and nobody will be as driven as I am to continue my noble work. It will be like the beginning, when I spawned together with Notch. A simpler time, but one I remember fondly.]
[No. I am the First Crafter. It is my responsibility to solve this great problem. And I believe Hybrid Theory is the key.]
[Discovered during some of my more creative moments, I found a way to meld Mob DNA with Crafters to create a Hybrid. This Hybrid would have all the powers and weaknesses of the chosen Mob, able to channel their natural abilities through their bodies. It's one Mob in particular, the Ender Dragon, that I seek to Hybridize with. Doing so, I can solve the problem of Minecraftia once and for all.]
[But Jeb has the only Dragon Egg. I'll need it.]
[The Kings would never go for this either. Even Notch might...]
[…I want to believe he's on my side. I'll have to visit him and decide on my own where he stands. If he's still my friend…]
[Ah, but why do I need a Dragon Egg? The answer is simple. It's one of the key ingredients for the Hybridization Ritual, of which there are many requisites.]
[First, the timing. Every ritual must be performed at midnight under the New Moon of the lunar cycle. The moon changes every eight days, and it's only when the moon is fully darkened on midnight that the ritual can be successfully done. Otherwise, it fails.]
[Second, the Ritual Circle itself. The design is fairly simple, but must be duplicated precisely. A cauldron above a jukebox, with the redstone pattern of an eye surrounding it. There should be a model set up in the lab for visual. Don't ask how I figured this out. It took many lunar cycles and experiments.]
[Third, a specific music disc must be played. A Cursed Disc discovered by C418 with haunting music. '11'. The disc is black and chipped, yet it plays perfectly in the jukebox. Almost like it was made for a dark ritual. The music must be played during the Hybridization.]
[Fourth, the Materia. This provided the most daunting challenge. Through my experiments, I found that the DNA of Mob and man is a delicate matter. It calls for a specific ratio. Without enough Crafter sacrifices, the Mob DNA overwhelms the subject, addling their mind and robbing them of their humanity. They become driven by the same instinct of the Mobs they seek to Hybridize into. They attack indiscriminately and their features become morphed, only taking on one or a few of the Mob's appearance and abilities. They are deprived of their reason and sentience if this ratio of material is not adequately balanced. You must have seen the 'volunteers' I gathered and imprisoned. Their gruesome appearance is a sign of the ritual's failure. Many a subject had to be liberated. Few escaped. And I only perfected the ratio recently with a rather saucy woman and a Magma Cube.]
[One-thousand Heads for a standard Mob Hybrid. Ten-thousand Heads for a Boss Hybrid, like Withers, Elder Guardians, and Ender Dragons.]
[These Heads, or Materia, need to be dumped into the Ritual Circles cauldron as the cursed '11' music plays under the midnight new moon.]
[If all these conditions are met, the final step is to toss in a sample of Mob DNA. A single item dropped by the Mob you wish to Hybridize into. A bone for a Skeleton. Gunpowder for a Creeper. A Ghast Tear for a Ghast. You get the idea. You cannot become a Hybrid of a Mob that drops nothing in death.]
[Perfected Hybrids demonstrate a plethora of powerful abilities. They don't starve to death, but if they do die, they drop the Head of their original self before that Head implodes, never to be seen again. It's a peculiar phenomenon.]
[But that's why I need the Dragon Egg from Jeb. It's the only DNA sample the Mob would have dropped. Also, I will have to gather ten-thousand Heads…]
[This bunker and these notes should only be accessed by the cultists ambitious enough to find it. I'm hoping I can become a Dragon Hybrid and settle the Minecraftia problem this century, but, if not, I can always leave it to my followers. You must have proven yourselves to get this far. Thus, this knowledge is yours. Use it well, for I believe I advised you to keep the Heads of those you liberated. You should have enough to make an army of powerful Hybrids if my plan fails to come to fruition. With the right Mob, you could even challenge the Hack Clan.]
[Good luck, my cultists. May you have a fulfilling life, and an even more fulfilling Next Life.]
[-Herobrine]
"Holy Herobrine, this is big…" Abyssmal breathed, putting down his own book. "It's all outlined here. The teleportation and strength of Endermen. The lasers and defensive capabilities of Guardians. Flying Ghasts. Burning Blazes. Unlimited potions of Witches. And this!" Abyssmal memorized the redstone pattern of the ritual circle in the corner. "Does this really work!?"
"Are you doubting Herobrine's written words?" Ember snapped. "If he says it works, it works."
"I just want to test this first. When's the next New Moon? Crap, I can't even remember the current lunar phase…"
"Needless to say, we'll be paying more attention to it." Ember nodded. "Every eight days, we'll be able to create Hybrids. How many Heads do we have stored up?"
"Has to be around ninety-million, soooo… ninety-thousand Hybrids."
"Or nine-thousand Boss Hybrids." Ember contemplated. "Withers and Elder Guardians. And Dragons. I've yet to see one, but this explains Herobrine's obsession with the Dragon Egg… and why he asked us to gather Heads."
"We also got to find that '11' disc. Most people throw that cursed junk away because it creeps them out." Abyssmal scratched at his chin. "Might take some time."
After having poured over Herobrine's Hybridization notes, Ember and Abyssmal began to scour the lab for any additional books or oddities. They had seen the power of the Hybrids first hand, so there was no doubting the procedure's potential, but they wanted to be sure that this was the research Herobrine sought them to possess. The power that could bring Minecraftia to its knees.
Abyssmal's mind was already brimming with possible Mobs to splice that would maximize a Crafter's destructive power. Chief among them was the Wither. On its own, the raw power of the Wither could topple a Kingdom and slaughter tens of thousands. Combine that with the strategy and cunning of an Executive and you might even have a weapon surpassing the Hack Clan.
The other cultists saw the same thing. The Hybrids they had fought were experiments to determine the correct amount of Materia required. Now that the process had been perfected, the power of the Mobs was at their fingertips. There'd need to be testing and the Endward Cult would have to dip into its collection of Heads, but the result would be a new breed of warriors for their cause. Abilities tailor picked to complement the fighter. The teleportation of an Enderman, the flying of a Ghast, the monstrous size of a Slime, the laser of a Guardian, the strength of an Iron Golem. All possible with just a simple selection.
4Blite thought the same. He understood the power, but, as he swept through the abandoned lab, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Hybridization was impressive, but it wasn't the end all be all he was hoping for. He wanted something on the same level of Herobrine's Command Block coding. The man built a bunker out of unbreakable bedrock and even protected it like the Origin. He used Command Blocks to make nine almighty artifacts.
4Blite knew of the untapped potential of Command Blocks, and he had expected and desired a book with world-ending codes waiting in Herobrine's lab. He wanted something grand. Something destructive. Something that would make him a true blight upon this world.
That's when he saw it.
Against one of the walls was the roaring fireplace. It illuminated 4Blite's grim face in an orange glow. Above the stone fireplace was a sign labeled, 'TRASH'. It seemed like Herobrine used it to burn any items he didn't wish to keep. The Lieutenant could see the netherrack underneath that kept the fire roaring for eternity.
But, there, in a narrow alcove of the fireplace where the fire couldn't reach, he saw a single written book. One that Herobrine, in his haste, failed to burn. It fell to the side, out of sight, and remained there without Herobrine's knowledge. A great secret…
4Blite forced himself to act calm and not give away his discovery. He squared himself before the fireplace to conceal it from the Executives. Abyssmal would notice it before Ember. He had to sneak it out without them noticing.
The Lieutenant let ice flow through his veins as he remained cool and composed. He knew how to use his tools. And right now, the only tool he had…
…was his Plague, Sam.
He locked eyes with the Plague and a silent exchange occurred between them before 4Blite gave a subtle twitch in the Executives' direction. Sam nodded imperceptibly before jerking his head dramatically and showing interest in something on the opposite side of the lab.
"Hey, Executives?" He asked as he knelt down over nothing and made a show of examining it. "Is this significant?"
The question drew attention like a magnet. KillGore, Abyssmal, and Ember all turned and hurried over to see what fresh discoveries had been made. All while the true discovery was fished out of the fireplace by 4Blite. The fire was so close to catching his sleeve that it made him sweat, but he got the book out quickly. It was entitled A Deadly Strain. Promising. The others were still preoccupied, so 4Blite took a surreptitious peak at the contents.
As his eyes roved the pages, his cold, calculating, and impassive face began to transform in the eerie glow of the fire. 4Blite hardly ever smiled, but the contents of the book made the edges of his lips curl up. But there was something wrong with his smile.
Most times when people smiled, it meant they were at peace. Content. They were relaxed and they made you feel relaxed just watching them smile. Joy was meant to be shared like that. It was infectious.
But 4Blite's smile wasn't like that. His pupils dilated, his eyelids narrowed, his dark skin became pinched at the brow and face, twisting in savage rancor. And the smile that played on his lips was unsettling. It was the smile of a beast—a monster that didn't need an ounce of Mob DNA to show itself in that form. The expression on his face did everything to highlight how inhuman he was. And it was all because of what he read in that book.
And, as if it never happened, 4Blite wiped his expression back to a cold blank and tucked the book deep into his backpack and away from the Executives behind him. Nobody had seen the book or his wicked face.
"This is quite something, huh?" Sam continued to ramble.
"Sam. That's a table." Abyssmal pointed out.
"It's… oh, really?" Sam acted bashful. "I-I thought it was another Herobrine ritual device. Sorry. Just, ah, ignore me." He backed away and the Executives dismissed him before going back to look around. 4Blite stepped away from the fireplace and allowed Abyssmal to examine it more closely. Meanwhile, he shared a grateful nod with Sam for distracting them.
He'd let him know what he picked up later. Once they were away from prying eyes and ears.
Finding nothing else of interest, the five cultists exited the lab, Ember and Abyssmal (and 4Blite) pocketing every written note of their Founder.
Once they entered the bedrock prison, they were inundated with the three surviving cultist grunts, all clamoring for attention.
"Ma'am! We were caught by surprise!"
"We thought the giant Hybrid was dead!"
"She split up and escaped with… with…"
Ember and Abyssmal shared a look and KillGore looked troubled by the missing cultist he considered his friend/minion.
4Blite walked off, uncaring, as he celebrated the disappearance of yet another thorn in his side. Everything was coming up 4Blite.
"Move it!"
"Vamanos!"
"Enciende un fuego debajo de tu trasero."
"Light a fire under your ass."
"Stop speaking fast words I can barely understand!" Spring shot back, only for the four Magma Cube clones to shunt him along faster, their fingertips sizzling dangerously against his clothes. "Okay, okay. Cool it." He raised his hands higher. "I'm unarmed, alright?"
They escorted him out of the bunker under the cover of night. Climbing out of the crater and past cultists relaxing in tents, they made their way onto mushy mycelium and then towards the vast ocean.
One of the clones suddenly sniffed the air, wafting something. Then, the other four stopped at once, all of them sniffing the air. Spring looked at them confused until he too smelled the scent of sizzling rabbit. He craned his neck and one clone slapped a hand over his mouth to keep him from crying out.
Then, one clone saw the burning furnace. All the other clones immediately turned in that same direction. The clone that saw it didn't even need to point it out. They just all knew.
Spring thought he saw one of their mouths drool before a clone broke off towards the furnace. She reached inside and pilfered a warm chunk of cooked rabbit before devouring it noisily. As soon as it passed her lips, her glowing orange eyes crinkled in ecstasy and her vibrato warbled in the night.
It was echoed by the three clones around him. They all shared the enjoyment of that rabbit. Were their senses linked?
"Life is beautiful…" One of them gushed, licking her fingers despite not having touched the food.
The clone by the furnace was about to move on, but stopped when she saw someone left a melon slice on a nearby table. Her eyes seemed to light up as she wandered over and devoured that too. Again, the clones hummed in a delighted chorus, prompting Spring to roll his eyes. Were they kidnapping him or going out to eat?
"Don't judge us, capullo." One snarled, watching his face.
"Si! We haven't eaten in siglos! Trapped in that cage by that puta madre, Herobrine!"
"Get us something salada y sabrosa." One Hybrid begged. The clone held up an 'ok' gesture before digging around for some fish. She had to give it up, however, when some cultists returned and complained about their missing rabbit and melon.
The clone came back and the four sighed in disappointment before hurrying to the shore, out of sight. Soon, they began to sniff the air again. Their dark red and black noses all gravitated towards Spring's belt.
"What's that salty smell?"
"Salada! Salada!"
"It smells like the ocean."
*Sniff Sniff*
"Sabrosa?"
The hand covering Spring's mouth was released, but the clones grabbed his limbs and back, letting a little heat surge forth as a threat before they cooled their touch.
"Scream and we'll boil you like a lobster."
"Or soup."
"Or a nice vegetable medley?"
"Paella? Surf and turf?"
"Deidades, now I'm hungry. I want what food he's got! Rápido!"
"Rápido, rápido, rápido!" They all whispered in chorus.
"Okay!" He hissed, realizing he had no choice. He reached into his belt and pulled out what he was sure they had smelled. The dried kelp Abyssmal had offered him earlier. They all tilted their head at the bar of dry, green foodstuff.
"Que es eso?"
One shrugged before grabbing a chunk and sniffing it delicately.
"It's dried kelp." Spring spoke, stalling as he tried to devise a way to escape this strange Hybrid. They could join and separate, and it was quite obvious that her fully sized self could smother him in seconds. It was afraid of water. Maybe he could swim away?
"Dried kelp?" One clone asked while the others murmured amongst themselves. "No such foodstuff in Minecraftia. I should know, I served every food under the sun at my restaurant—" She cut off somberly, her orange eyes losing a bit of their glow. "Ay, mi restaurante…"
"Oh, right. You wouldn't have known about the Bounty Days." Spring realized. They had been imprisoned for more than three-hundred years, after all, and all the Bounty Days had come out this year.
"Bounty Days?"
"The introduction of new stuff." He explained. "New blocks, new Mobs, new items, new foods, new—"
He gave a strangled gasp as all four of the clones hung off of him, their eyes widening in want.
"New food!? New culinary wonders!?"
"Tastes to tantalize the buds?"
"Don't toy with us, capullo." One threatened with a scowl, her finger poking his cheek.
"I'm not messing with you. Go ahead, have a taste."
The clone with the dried kelp examined it thoughtfully before taking a careful bite. As soon as it touched her tongue, her orange eyes glowed brilliantly like her taste buds exploded with zest. The clones shared the feeling.
"Flavor!
"A deep salty taste! You can detect the umami of the sea!"
"Savory and rich! Sabrosa!
"This is the most flavortastic sensation my taste buds have ever experienced!"
"Oh, come on. It's dried seaweed." Spring muttered indifferently while the Hybrid licked her hand clean, demanding more. "That's all I got."
"Carajo!" One of them cursed. At least, Spring thought it was a curse. They spoke in a weird language not at all like Jibberish.
Again, they seized Spring on all sides, nearly dragging him down. Their expression were equal parts pleading and demanding.
"What other foods are there from these… Days of Bounty?"
"Uh, I don't know."
"TELL US." Their voices spoke as one like a hive mind, their hands heating up and burning a chunk of Spring's Health away.
"Uh… uh… Beetroots! They got those. A-And Beetroot soup!" He added, racking his brain for more. "S-SutsCo's come out with Chorus Fruit—"
"Chorus Fruit? What does that taste like?"
"I don't know! I've never had it!" He spoke desperately.
"Más! What else?"
"Um… Salmon… Cod… Tropical fish, if you're desperate?"
"Mmmm, mariscos…" One clone's mouth watered.
"I could go for some seafood right now." Another clone spoke with that same vibrato. Really, she was just talking to herself.
"One thing at a time. You." One clone jostled Spring by his collar. "Show us your bote."
"Um… we kinda just met…?" He blushed.
"No, estúpido, your bote! Means boat!" She clarified.
"Well then just say boat." He shot back. It wasn't his fault he didn't know their language. Though, that 'estúpido' sounded a lot like another insulting word. The Magma Cube clones scowled at him dangerously so he decided to just tell them. "I don't have a bote. We traveled by Nether Portal. There." He pointed the dark frame and purple glow out and one of them stared while the others watched him. "Can I go now?"
"No." They chorused. "We still require your servicios."
"My servicios? Is that services?" They nodded.
"What year did you say it was again?"
"500."
"Ay caramba…" One bemoaned while another gave a light sob. "My restaurant… Mi amor, Alton…"
"Alton?"
"Never you mind!" One clone snapped. "I don't trust those portales del infierno. Fetch us cinco barcos! Rápido!"
"Sinko what?"
"Cinco barcos! Five boats!"
"I thought bote was boat! Speak English woman!"
"Get us the boats or burn!" They threatened, but I wasn't having it.
"Too bad. There's no wood on this island. Just mushrooms. It's portal or nothing." She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Or you can swim for it."
"No! Agua muy mala…" She spoke worriedly. "I can swim, but…" The clones' dark red and black skin shivered at the prospect. "I want to avoid it. Because I'm like this!" She looked at herself (literally) with disgust. At least she didn't need a full-length mirror.
"Well, you'll be right at home in the Nether. It's where the Mob you're mixed with comes from." She didn't like that and burned him for saying so. "Yeow! Quit it!"
Out of options, she reluctantly agreed to use the portal, grabbing Spring on four sides and moving him towards the purple glow of the portal.
"Look, lady, just let me go." Spring tried. "I won't tell Ember—"
"The bruja."
"—the… brouhaha… where you went. So how about you let me go and you can… I dunno. Gorge on exotic food."
"No." She slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling him as a pair of cultists passed on patrol. "I still need you. For centuries, I've been a prisoner of the cult. So now, cultist, until I'm done with you, you're my prisoner. Entendido?"
"…"
"Understand?"
He shut his eyes, but nodded along. He didn't have much choice.
"Bueno. Oh, and my name isn't 'lady'." She said as they crept through the portal, unseen. The last words were a whispered vibrato as the purple of the portal swirled before his vision.
"It's Carmen. Carmen_Delacruz."
[Endward Cult Eastern Division HQ]
MarkAble and Leadstripe walked out of a Nether Portal and into a corridor of portals, each one with an accompanying sign. Abyssmal's Transport Hub connected to all the major Kingdoms and HQ's, with the Executive able to make new portals connecting any two points in Minecraftia through the fiery Nether dimension. The complex calculations necessary to perform such a feat were staggering, but Abyssmal trivialized it. The cultists could only move swiftly thanks to him. Nobody else could do what he did.
"Again, you didn't have to accompany me." Mark assured while carrying three recently dyed and renamed Shulker Boxes. They were a beautiful shade of light blue, and the name used to describe them was the same as all the SutsCo brand Pocket Boxes. He also carried the Elytra (renamed the Wonder Wings) and the Dragon Head at his belt. He had to pry the headpiece away from XoX for how much the mountainous man took a liking to it. "You helped accomplish my mission, but I can handle the rest—"
"I'm curious to see what Abyssmal intends to do with these items." Leadstripe insisted. "I'm assuming it's an important mission that requires flight and extra Inventory space. And judging by the color," he adjusted his glasses, "I'd wager it has to do with Teal. Is he sending her to the Nether to hunt for Wither skulls? XoX could use the extra help."
"It's bigger than that." Mark maintained. "A mission of the utmost importance. One that Abyssmal would have seen to completion if he wasn't already busy with—" The magenta-haired Lieutenant cut off as he spied someone new exiting one of the portals. "Ah, here he is now."
Abyssmal cracked his neck and peered at the pair of Lieutenants before his eye dropped to the items in Mark's possession. "You got it?"
"Every last bit." Mark nodded, showing off the items. "How'd you do on the Morel Islands?"
"Eh, good overall. We lost seven guys. Maybe the eighth was kidnapped by a hot babe. I dunno."
"They can't all be hot, Abyssmal."
"No, this one was a literal magma—" He cut off. "Forget it. I'll brief you later. I'm just glad we got the wings. I hope it didn't cost too much."
"We stole them, so, no." Mark offered. "We just got to think up a way to give them to her."
"What's wrong with just handing them to her and saying they're from us?"
"Because she's Teal and she'll assume I went out and got them for her."
"…You did go out and get them for her."
"It wouldn't be a surprise then! Plus, I don't want to be within a five-mile radius of her when she uncovers them." Mark spoke seriously. "She only brought up how much she wanted the Wonder Wings once. She'll know I was listening to her prattle. Do you have any idea what she's going to do to me?"
"Will off her clothes and make you wear her like a hat?"
"That's the best-case scenario! I can't refuse her on her spawnday!"
"Oh, you poor, poor creature." Abyssmal spoke dryly. "In what universe is spawnday sex with Teal a bad thing?"
"It's… Okay, it's admittedly great, but it's exhausting!" He complained. At this time, Leadstripe was starting to connect the dots, even as the Eastern Division members went back and forth. "It's too intense. I'd be fine with just handholding or-or hugs. Kisses and snuggles. Maybe sharing the warmth of a bed. But… but a whole day spent doing it?" His expression became haunted as he recalled Teal's past spawndays. "I-I won't be able to walk for a week."
"A part of you sounds like you're looking forward to it."
"No! I mean… I'm not not looking forward to it. I'm hoping she likes the wings and boxes." His face heated up in shame-faced embarrassment. "I just… you know… prefer tender expressions of affection. It's like when a star is formed. You don't want to be around for the cataclysmic supernova, but once things settle, you wouldn't mind admiring the twinkling diamond star stuff."
"Oooh, she is going to destroy your pelvis."
"HELP ME."
"Okay, okay. Look, we'll do the usual Birthday Girl Protocol. I'll set up a portal to take you to the Redbone Desert. She'll never look for you there."
"Are you sure? I feel like the year I hid in the swamp was longer."
"Well it's moot now that we've exhausted that spot. It was a onetime gamble." He said seriously. "Honestly, Teal just treats this like an annual game of Hide-and-Seek. Except the prize is in your pants."
"Abyssmal!"
"Sorry. Sorry. Couldn't resist." He sighed. "You know, many guys would count themselves lucky to have a blue-haired, bombshell babe hunting them down for happy spawnday sex. I am one of those guys, and seeing you two really makes we want to land a girlfriend."
"Then stop flirting with other women when you're with one woman! Herobrine above, do you ever use your brain!?"
"Hold on." Leadstripe stepped between the two, the light shining off his glasses to make them appear opaque. "Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Are… are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting. That the important mission you wasted our time on was for… for… FOR—"
"Teal's spawnday gift." Abyssmal and Mark said at the same time. "It's October 22nd."
"…Have the two of you lost your minds!?" Leadstripe exclaimed before pointing to Mark. "You! You made it sound like our mission was something important when it was just spawnday shopping for your lover!?"
"…Yeaaaah." Mark admitted, at least appearing to look apologetic.
"You took XoX off of Wither skull duty! And you!" He rounded on Abyssmal, his mouth frothing and hat skewed. "You authorized this!?"
"I mean… Teal gets real crabby if we don't get her anything."
"And she remembers our spawndays. She went to the Nether and got me potion ingredients for mine." Mark supplied. "We owe her to do the same."
"Two Lieutenants—no, THREE Lieutenants wasted time and resources on this!" He raged. "We killed people to get these things!"
"And this year, one little girl will have her spawnday wish come true." Abyssmal said in a tender voice completely at odds with Leadstripe's apoplectic expression. "And isn't that what life is all about? Making wishes come true?"
"NO!" He snapped. "Life is about preserving resources so the world doesn't eat itself into extinction! Aaaaagh, I need to lie down…" Leadstripe held his head and shambled to a wall before collapsing against it. "Ooh… ow… I can't… it's too much stupid…"
"Well, I know someone who won't be getting any spawnday cake." Abyssmal folded his arms before gesturing for Mark to follow. They only had a couple days to plan and set up Teal's surprise and they couldn't let the pony-tailed blue-nette catch wind of it.
Also, Mark had to stock up on Invisibility Potions for the inevitable chase.
[Days Later…]
October 22nd. B-Day.
Teal_Larkspur's eyes fluttered open after a peaceful night of sleep. However, upon remembering the date, those vibrant blue eyes shot open and an excited grin spread across her face. She cartwheeled out of bed, propelled by her boundless exuberance, and happily shouted to the heavens:
"Spawnday Spawnday~! It's mah Spawnday~!" She danced in place with smooth spins and hip bumps. She ran her fingers through her long, teal-blue ponytail which whipped around enthusiastically with her movements, akin to the wagging tail of a lovable dog.
She made to do a celebratory quadruple backflip in place, but her back touched the ground on the third flip, messing her up. She took it in stride, recovering to her feet and thanking her spawnday stars that nobody saw that. Her spirits were still high and she was looking forward to the rest of the day. Presents, cake, party games…
"But first, this Birthday Girl needs her Happy Spawnday kiss~" She cracked her knuckles by fanning out her hands, a lazy smile on her face. "I'm like an arrow. Can't miss… my… Mark…?"
Her smile slowly turned to the same look of wonderment children had on Christmas Day when she turned to the corner of her room. There, piled with a trio of light-blue SutsCo Pocket Boxes, was an armor stand displaying the Wonder Wings and Dragon Head she had been coveting ever since hearing about them from the SutsCo stores. She may have been an airhead when it came to finances, but even she knew they were astronomical in cost. Only a handful of Crafters could afford to hold one.
And she was now one of them.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!"
Her delighted squeal was heard throughout the HQ (and gave one magenta-haired Lieutenant a headstart) as she bodily propelled herself into the pile of gifts. Her hands roved the presents greedily. The Pocket Boxes were light-blue—her favorite color—and she quickly tested them out by placing random items in and breaking them. She giggled excitedly when she saw the items were carried with the broken Pocket Box, to be reclaimed whenever she deigned to do so. And she had three of them! That was triple the Inventory space! She could carry so much stuff! One for emeralds, one for junk, one for potions or hunting supplies. Her Survival Games were about to get a whole lot more fun!
And the wings! Oh, Herobrine the wings! She tore them off the armor stand and placed them on her back, spinning in place as she tried to spy them. She wished she had a full-length mirror, or someone to tell her how fabulous she looked. The wings flared behind her when she jumped, and she quickly climbed her bookshelf before diving off to test them, whooping excitedly when she zoomed across the room and crashed into her bed. She laughed happily, uncaring for the bruises.
"This is the greatest gift ever~!" She gushed, her voice reaching an octave that only dogs could hear. "Ohmygosh! How did they know I wanted this? I only mentioned it in passing to—!"
At once, her smile faded and her head shot up. Her eyes sharpened like a predator smelling juicy prey. Only one Lieutenant knew she wanted those gifts, and she was ready to show him all of her heartfelt gratitude. Every last bit of it.
"Ready or not, Maaaaaark~ Here I cooooooome~"
Mark tore out of bed, a loaf of bread in his mouth and his backpack stuffed with everything he needed to survive a week in the desert. He hopped and tripped his way to the Transport Hub the second he heard Teal's squeal of glee. He smiled fondly, happy to know she liked the gifts he got her.
But that feeling was quickly squashed upon realizing what she'd do once she got her paws on him.
There was another delighted shout. Drawn out and promising of sinful delights. It made Mark question whether he wanted to get away or get caught.
"Oh, Maaaaaaaaaaaaark~!"
"Ruuuun." He spoke to himself. "Fucking ruuuuuuun!"
Reaching the Transport Hub, he found Abyssmal leaning against the wall. The two shared a brotherly nod before the Executive pointed to the portal he built in preparation for this day. Mark dove into it without delay and Abyssmal moved away from it so as not to tip Teal off.
The Executive moved to the doors, awaiting the rapid footfalls of Teal's pursuit. However, he let out a startled gasp when Teal smashed through the doors on Wonder Wings. She recovered fast, the oversized Dragon Head concealing her face as she glared at Abyssmal. The jaws opened and closed as she approached and her voice was all business.
"Wheeeeeeere?"
Now, Abyssmal's plan had been to throw her off by pointing to a random portal. However, being the perceptive master archer that he was, he had to acknowledge that deceiving a tiger in heat was a very, very BAD idea. He didn't need two eyes to see that Mark had, this year, topped all his previous gifts to Teal combined.
And, filled with such overflowing love for his gifts, Teal was desperate to locate Mark as a suitable outlet for her pent up affections. She'd quite possibly smother him, and Abyssmal wasn't getting between that. No, ma'am. Not by a long shot.
"…He went through that portal." The Executive caved immediately. Then, as if to try and salvage it, he added, "You know… I helped stack the gifts—"
He threw himself out of the way as Teal barreled towards the portal, whisking herself after her hapless (or blessed) beau.
"We got cake… aaah, screw it." Abyssmal gave up before skulking off to take a nap. Not like any work would get done without Mark anyway.
AN: Run bitch, ruuuuuuun!
Couple of things I'd like to say. First, Ember went full on Shadow of the Colossus against "GIANT WOMAN"-sized Carmen_Delacruz. Between her and KillGore, I feel like there's enough new blood to keep the Endward Cult side of things interesting. Also, Hybrids, which I've been saving up since forever and hinted as early as Chapter 37 are now going to be playing a more prevalent role. We've seen Cobb and company encounter failed Hybrids. Well, what about some proper ones?
Hybrid Theory is a My Craft exclusive Mod I came up with. It's just something I invented. The idea is that Herobrine discovered this after years of testing things out and now we all have to accept it as another reality of this world. Tinker's Mod is possible, but I assure you that this is one of the only concepts I'll devise as a gameplay feature. The rest is largely Java Minecraft.
Writing for KillGore and Carmen takes a lot more effort than you'd think. Carmen more so, because she only speaks Spanish half the time. It's nice to see that the accents stay with the text. I should really give this site more credit.
A great Chapter to show off the Endward Cult and their latest acquisition. Things are accelerating. Teal, the Spawnday girl, got some rockin wings. Even 4Blite picked up something nice if his unsettling smile is anything to go off of.
Next Chapter, we'll return to Cobb and all the wacky adventures he's up to. I'm sure it'll be a blast! (◑.◑)
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