i am so normal about PET team hermitcraft10
sO NORMAL
like i KNOW the symbolism is fake and im just incapable of letting go of Do2 as a concept
but whAT IF
you THINK about it
Tango created Do2, Etho won it, and Pearl figured out the secret message. Those are. Special things i thgink
and those three specifically are a group in s10.
and it's obviously because they're friends with each other and just normal reasons !!
but. consider THIS
The Creator, the Winner and the Queen
Surprise Fanfic attack!
Season 9 didn't really... end.
Well, it did, but small pieces of it were still lingering. Clinging to the future in what tiny, subtle ways they could.
Mumbo's title cards were, somehow, one of the things they were latched onto the most. But after a while of living on — or even just Watching the server, you'd know to expect him to be... unorthodox.
<Mumbo walked into the danger zone due to Llama>
But there were other things. There always was. For one, there was Demise. The last little pieces of not only Season 6, but also the Life series, although Grian would deny that if ever asked. It was only fair to give the new guys something they were used to, to adjust them to the new experience.
But there was something else as well.
The postal service was another one of those pieces of the past. Or, at least, its founders were. They never talked about it, the style of the build never reflected it, but as anyone familiar with the server's antics would know, when you create an entity that's true nature is beyond comprehension even to yourself, it follows you.
Tango knew. He knew the other two knew. He knew they knew he knew. Or, at least, he thought they knew.
With the way the postal office was built, wandering its cozy halls on occasion felt like traversing a maze. All three of them knew this. They each thought they were the only one who knew there was a why.
Of course Tango knew. He knew everything about that beast, the presence that had made itself known in the Citadel, that which he himself created, and yet somehow also didn't. He knew it all. Or, at least, that's what he told everyone last season. What he told himself.
Etho knew. He knew the familiarity of what the building made him feel. He knew whenever he held a piece of gold, hesitating just a moment to feel the memories come a little closer. But he only ever allowed himself that moment. It was a gold block, not a trophy.
Pearl knew. She was the one to figure it out, after all. The message wasn't important back then, when that word, that name, had a real owner. But she had to have known why she, ever so subtly, could never stop thinking about that name as she opened the door to the office.
If any of them slept in there, they dreamt of ice and fire, those two distinct roars they knew so well, of ghostly laughs and those tolling bells. It was a chaos they all knew too well. Of running through halls like power running through a circuit like the strange aura running through the River.
They had been here before. They had been to this building they'd never seen and she'd just built, the house was new but the home felt ancient. And they were happy. They were haunted by something that wouldn't ever let go of the server fully, and they welcomed it.
Pearl gave a soft laugh whenever she was walking alone in the building and saw the movement of horns from the edge of her vision, or mistook a satchel on a shelf for a golden crown adorned with eight spikes and four claws. Etho gave a smug but friendly smile, unseen to all but the one it was intended for when he thought he heard the distant whistle of a note block, or the soft clatter of a key from a dropper. Tango was comforted by the darkening of the air, a presence that was ominous but a few months ago now felt more like a reassurance that a friend hadn't left, like a hand placed softly on an uncertain shoulder.
They all knew it was intentional. Fate spun by a place that had played games with them as much as they had with it, yet it brought them together to show its compassion, or perhaps, its gratitude.
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