Gone.
Found.
Up.
Down.
Meaninless.
Analytical.
Nothing meant anything to him anymore.
Everything was a blur.
A splatter of blood there.
A stray command he could vaguely recognise.
Why was he here?
He was gone.
He was supposed to be gone.
But he just wouldn't go away.
His owner wouldn't let him.
His owner wouldn't let him live.
He couldn't breathe.
But when could he ever?
Before his owner had taken him, and put him to work.
It had been them.
Had he obeyed them with someone else too?
He wasn't sure.
Details were too foggy.
Nothing was clear.
Memories fading.
What was his name, again?
What had he been called, once upon a time?
He couldn't remember.
Not that he needed to.
His owner was nice.
His owner made his decisions for him.
His owner made sure he could sleep easy.
His owner dulled the raging pain of day to day life.
His owner gave him a reason to stick around.
And he was happy like that.
H̷̢̧̺̫͍̫̰̱͕̹̝͓̬̹͐̇̾͝ȧ̴̧̻̰͙̻̯͍͍̻̼͈̹̱̲͖͉̈́͐̍̽̅̇̇̏̇̐͐͘ͅp̶̛̟͓͖̖̱͓͙̞̼̂́̈̓͑̈́̈́͝p̶͉͕̱̠̠̹̺͚̱̜̖̀̿͊̊͒̚͝ͅy̴̡̱̘̱̫̤̭͐̃̔̓̃͐͑̌͗͂̄͘ ̴̖̣̩̲͊̊͋̀̐̍̽́͌̐̄̅̂͠͠͠a̴̛̟̪͓̋̈̀̑͊̉̐̇̈́͒̍̒̈́͘͝͝s̷̛͔̮͉͇͕̄̅͂͋̑͋͐͐͛̔͗̕̕ ̶̬͛̾̆̈̎͘h̷̡̬̝̥̲͔̪̰͍̺̜͕̔͛̏̅̽̍̿̓̈́͊͗́̕̚̚͜͜͝͝e̶̙̙̱̓͛͆̑̓͛̿̏̒͝ͅ ̷̰͕̮̻̽̒̇̅̒̆̎́̔͒̿̍̄̕͝c̷͈͉̐̂̽̑͐̄̂̍̇̋̔̚ơ̵̢͔̙̯̮͗̍̂̿̓̈́̉̈̓̓̎͆͋͑̚͝ͅȗ̸̡̱̩̝̝̹͚͉̰̦͕̪̻͂̈́̈̂͛̎̋̒̕͝͝l̶͍̗̯̖̣͙̜͕̯͉͊́̚d̷̡̡̬̯̱̯̮̥̄̕ ̵̢̥͙̰͓̯̤̱̬̮̝̱̦̺͖̦́̇͆̑̀̂̀͒͐̅̅̓̌̀̋͝͝ͅb̶̨̛͎͎̤̙͚͇̜̊́̾̉́̒́̕̚͝ë̷̛͙̱͗̏̒̈́͐́̌̏̿̅̀̽̈́͘͠.̸̧̢̛͖̺̦͇͍̥̳͇͖̖͖͔͇̲̏̈͗́͐̎͐̐͘͝
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Hunted | A HermitCraft AU
FanfictionGrian's tired of running. He's tired of letting that thing pursue, and he's tired of losing his friends. Maybe he'll find a place to rest under the protection of Xisuma with the other hermits. Of course, nothing is that simple. - #1 in Xisumavoid...
