The Entity takes from its surroundings. Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally, as Grian knows well. He’d liked that waterwheel. He didn’t have the netherite to replace the lodestones, either. Grian had seen a tree that had clearly grown out of the Entity, wood like nothing he’d ever seen before. Or, he supposed, exactly like wood he’d seen before. All the wood he’d seen before, in one tree.
Grian had been stocking his shop when he’d seen it. An odd patch of tan material. It was the wrong texture for wood. Grian, of course, reached out and touched it. His hand laid on a soft material, and Grian nearly recoiled. It was warm. It was flesh, human flesh, Grian realized with a jolt of horror, and this time he really did pull his hand back from the wall. He looked at it with horror and fought the urge to just run.
Then Grian paused, and looked from his hand to the patch. They were the same color and shade; then everything clicked. As… weird as having human flesh, warm human flesh on a wall was, it made sense. Grian had spent enough time near the entity that it was mimicking his flesh now. Grian couldn’t entirely logic away the disgust, but he could manage most of it. It wasn’t the weirdest thing Grian had ever seen, and at least it was at completely natural. Still, his skin tingled from touching it.
(From having been touched.)
The patch never grows larger, and the Entity never takes on anymore of Grian’s characteristics. He does not even bother pretending he isn’t relieved. It had been unsettling to realize what had happened. Grian is stocking his store again, and the Entity’s heartbeat sounds loudly from behind and above him. Something about it seems only familiar, tugging at something within him. Grian brushes it off.
(Grian’s heart beats in sync with the Entity’s. As one.)
Grian always knows when his shop needs restocking. When a curious Scar runs a hand over the oddly warm patch of tan on the Entity, Grian shivers with the phantom feeling of hands touching him. Mumbo arrives from time spent away and Grian can tell, all the way from the caves under the earth, that his neighbor has arrived.
Grian becomes aware of the Entity in a stronger, deepr, and more intimate way. The stock has run out becomesI need to gather three more stacks of waxed aged copper blocks. Knowing that somebody is nearby the Entity becomes being able to tell their exact position, direction, and speed. Grian knows what the Entity will produce from its body or take from elsewhere before the Entity does so.
And Grian doesn’t realize what has happened. Until he does.
heres the mumbo drawing i did for that post about drawing hermits the way dream fans draw those guys. idk anything about all that i just said oh overly sexy 2012 youtuber fanart? i can do that
this is as a joke please realize that im begging you
Mochi was talking about Hermitcraft a bunch (a minecraft group with a bunch of pro minecraft players all playing on the same server and getting up to shenanigans) and it got me curious enough to watch a couple videos; naturally I’ve gravitated towards docm77, this delightful man who is determined to actually break minecraft
Here he is mind-controlling every zombie on the server as a prank, and inviting mumbo to ignore the completely normal boat spastically blinking in and out of existence that no absurd device meant to teleport an infinite amount of sand home would be complete without
Tango: You’re going to have to be more specific, my friend. Of my life? Of my death? Of the game? Of Team BEST? Lotta things you could be asking about, my friend.
[unintelligible]
Tango:Fine, then. It was all pretty stupid, wasn’t it? …don’t ask me which one I’m answering. Don’t ask that.
