Hermitcraft Oneshots and AUs (Season VI And VII) ((FIN))

Darky introduces himself. With a dark one-shot.

Hmmmm.... What to write today...

Well your mad. So a vent.

OH! OH! Find a character and make them SAD.

Leave. Both of you. NOW.

I guess I'll take Crow's advice.

Hello Sale.

What are you doing here? Didn't we tell you to stay in that room? The dark room?

Well, it gets boring in there. Let me help you out with this one.

....*Sighs* Alright. Just, don't take it too far, alright Darky?

Heh. Alright. Also, Suicidal thoughts is doing his best to get out

Crud. Tabs on Depression? (I'm not diagnosed, but there really isn't any other word for that crawling sadness in your chest you get every once and a while. Please don't take this offensively.)

Last I checked, him and Anxiety were playing poker. Anxiety has been doing his job very well lately.

He has. Let's write, shall we?

(WARNING! THIS GETS A BIT DARK!)

Third person

One two.

Hide real quick

Three four.

The closet door

Five six.

Clicking of sticks

Seven eight.

Screams of pain

Nine ten.

Lets play again...

Giggles echoed through the jail cells.

A new prisoner had been dragged in.

The laughter came from the cell.

Some prisoners waited for whoever it was to introduce themselves.

Others didn't give a damn.

The jail keeper, like usual, was horrified by the report he had been given.

The person was a serial killer who painted a pair of wings by the body with the victim's blood.

668 kills before he had been caught.

Nicknamed Fallen Angel by the authorities and the news, he had broken the record for number of kills by 254 people on the body count.

This man was sickening. Family members had been shocked when it was revealed it was him. He had a bright childhood, an optimistic man.

A common pattern in Hermit Jail.

Ranging from terrorists to sociopaths, this place held them all.

BlackKnight: Went on a murder spree and killed his parents, two of his uncles, one of his siblings, and his best friend.

Cowboy: Bombed a subway (NOT THE SUBWAY! No. A subway station, not the food place.) and multiple buildings in New York city.

X and EX: A terrifying duo. Killed 412 people in one night.

There was more. Jello, for example. The man would put blue jello in planes, replacing two thirds of the gasoline with it. Two military planes (14 deaths) and five passengers (213 deaths, 34 missing) crashed before he was caught.

Or Doc. He was a doctor who targeted random people. He would dissect them on the spot (Usually in the victims' house) and use the organs in his clinic.

The laughter grew before calming down.

A prisoner said to the newbie "Whatcha in for?"

A crackle "My names Fallen Angel! People kept... conveniently falling onto my knife! Then I'd use their blood to paint pretty wings!"

The prisoner also laughter "The name is Jangler. I gut people and hang their intestines in their closet or on their bed. Whichever is more convenient.

A new voice joined in "I'm Werewolf. I ate people."

A scratchy voice stated "I bury my victims alive. I love hearing their screams, pleading for help, telling me they'll pay to live..."

This continued, the exchanging of stories.

"Names RedStone. I dip stones into human blood, after I burn them alive."

The jailer sighed and wished he hadn't taken this job.

I have no idea what happened here. Sorry for its shortness.

CramSalesman and Darky! OUT

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