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Xisuma is tired, both mentally and physically but he still has work to do. The hermits are busy so his normally left alone to do his work but his lonely. So he resorts to kidnapping his friends and forcing them to keep him company.
Or sleep-deprived Xisuma goes around kidnapping hermits and forcing them a part of his tea party.
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- Part 2 of Hermitcraft Oneshots
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14 Jul 2026
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Xisuma hasn’t been to the end in far too long, but he realises he had no reason not to. He can finally breathe without his helmet, and his wings actually work.
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Xisuma finds peace and comfort in The End (as in the dimension).
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13 Jul 2026
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It started off simple.
Keralis had told him to take a break. So Xisuma did. Well kind of.
He sat on a happy ghast and worked on a laptop.
He didn’t know that it would go this way.
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- Part 1 of MCYT Title Swap
- Part 5 of Fics for Hermitcraft
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13 Jul 2026
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After fainting from exhaustion, the Hermitcraft server's Admin, Xisuma, finds himself smothered by his friends' overprotective behavior. Feeling infantilized and furious, he rejects their coddling and escapes into hiding.
The other Hermits, convinced they are acting in his best interest, organize a server-wide manhunt. Despite Xisuma's attempts to reason that he is fine, they ultimately track him down and corner him in a cave, forcing him to surrender and accept their "help," leaving him defeated and powerless against the very community he is sworn to protect.
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13 Jul 2026
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Before he understood what faith meant, Xisuma understood fear.
Not the bone-deep kind that came with battle or blood- he learned that later, in harsher places- but the quiet kind. The kind that curled around your ribs like cold water, seeping in drop by drop until you mistook it for your own breath. The kind that came from believing that somewhere, somehow, someone was watching your every move, weighing your soul with scales you could never see.
Or, Xisuma learns to worship his own god, on his own terms.
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13 Jul 2026