A Life Series/Empires/Hermitcraft Crossover AU Plot Bunny
Gods that title is a mouthful. Anyways. This thing started *checks notes* around Oct of 2022. Rediscovering an animatic by @iamfluffle did not help my plot bunnies. So I'm just gonna info dump before I drown in paper notes and half finished drafts.
This post got longer than I intended. All details are hidden below the read more line. I have also tweaked some stuff for the life series event since the introduction of Secret Life.
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On both sides the rift had closed after the end of the crossover. People checked in from time to time hoping it would open one day so another visit would be possible. Weeks goes by in silence...
Hermitcraft
One day Grian hears whispering from hermits's side of the rift. He didn’t like what the voices had to say.
Grian does what he can to keep people from discovering the rift being opened again. Destroys the cave entrance. Avoids his intended base in the floating rocks. Lies to his fellow hermits. Anything to keep people away. But the voices do not stop.
The voices grow in number and get louder to a point that Grian starts looking rough from lack of sleep. Everyone is concerned for him and not wanting to break so he continues keeping quiet about what's happening to him. So the source of the voices decides to play dirty.
The voices go quiet to Grian's relief and worry. The silence lasts long enough for him to believe its over. And when he lets his guard down the source strikes in the dead of night. A figure leaves the rift and wanders about the server whispering into the ears of some hermits.
Those hermits "wake" and unhindered by hostile mobs they head for the cave and enter the rift.
Empires
The peace of the empires comes to an end when the rift reopened. Everyone was happy and were ready to jump at the chance to revisit the hermits. But the fae were acting strange. Doing all they could to keep the rulers from the rift.
Choosing to heed the fae's warnings the rulers send messages or objects through the rift to see if everything is alright on the other side. For a long time they get no answers, mainly because Grian is avoiding rift and keeping people from it. One day they do start getting replies. Lies sent by the person.
Although still cautious because of the fae's agitation, a small group decide to go through the rift.
Reunion of Sorts
Everyone that went through the rift wake in a open field. While happy to see each other again there is confusion all around.
Having nothing on hand everyone breaks up into teams of two. Some teams go gathering for resources. Another group start up farms for food. Some build shelters.
The remaining teams go exploring. Looking for any landmarks that can tell them which server they're on. Except they don't find any of those. Instead the group eventually come across a world border.
They head back and relay this news to the others. And that is when a Watcher appears.
The Life Series Event
When someone is taken out of the game they return to their respective servers. Should they try going back through the rift they merely end up on Hermitcraft/Empires.
Those who haven’t gone through yet will end up on the Life server and are now considered active participants in the game.
For the sake of simplicity this event uses the Secret Life twist. Everyone has a max of thirty hearts that do not regenerate and must do secret tasks.
Grian
Yes he is getting his own section. This is mainly because of Martyn's one bit of watcher lore about Grian. The voice says: "He was never meant to be there. He was only ever meant to watch." So here's an optional detail to this crossover au.
Grian is unable to enter the rift. He only winds up on Empires when he tries going through. An outside force is keeping him from following the others. A punishment created by the Watcher doing this. A further cruel twist of the knife is that when Grian sleeps he can see what's happening to the others and can’t do anything to help those in the game.
Grian fills in everyone who hasn’t gone through the rifts. Filling them in on what’s happening in the mockery event of his smp creation.
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They're crying, and you don't know why.
They're unhappy, and you don't know why.
It's a little weird to see. After all, when you met them, the first thing that stood out to you was just how smiley they were. It was kind of refreshing, meeting the kind of person who would rather turn to you sitting next them and crack a joke about whatever boring lecture the professor was giving that day instead of just not acknowledging their other classmates. That was what most of that class did; at least, the students that didn't already know each other did that.
But that infectious smile is gone, replaced by a frown that looks so, so unnatural on them. Their eyes, usually wide-open and twinkling with mirth and a question behind them ("What's up?" or "How was your day?" or, your personal favorite, "Grab some food with me?"), are dull as they stare into the floor so hard you think they might actually bore a hole into it.
Their arms are motionless at their side. Which is also unnatural-- it's hard not to imagine them swinging, raised for a high five, or coming at you from both sides for a hug.
They don't move as you sit beside them.
"What's wrong?" you ask. You're not sure if they even hear you.
"Nothing, it's fine," they eventually reply in a hushed voice. "I'm fine."
They're sad, and you don't know why.
It's been a few days since you've even had a conversation. You two normally don't go that long without speaking to each other. This time around, there's no frown, but you almost wish there was one instead. Their mouth is a straight line across their face, which is somehow even more unsettling. They're staring at their feet.
You open your mouth to greet them. The sound doesn't carry. A gust of wind blows, drowning out your voice, and a brown leaf starts circling toward their face. It sticks in their hair.
When their eyes lock on to yours, their eyebrows raise, their eyes widen, and for a split second you think, you hope that their signature smile is coming back, but in a moment it's all gone when their face goes back to how it was before, except they somehow look even sadder. Maybe it's the bags under their eyes.
"Hey," they whisper, brushing the leaf out of their hair with one hand. The other one clutches their jacket. Did they always do that when they were walking?
"Hey," you say back. Before you can think of what to say next, they keep talking.
"I have somewhere to be." And just like that, they keep walking.
The leaf they brushed off crunches as they step on it.
They're crying, and you don't know why.
You can't even tell at first, with the rain masking their tears. You'd seen them through a window alone in the downpour, just as unmoving as they had been a week ago, and rushed out with an umbrella. You wonder why they don't open their own. Maybe they stopped carrying one around, but you're not sure.
They look at you with red, puffy eyes when you move your umbrella to cover the both of you. You've never seen them that way before.
Their head tilts back down. They're soaked from head to toe. You wonder how long they've been out here for.
"Why?" you ask.
They don't answer.
Your arm is starting to get tired. You sit down next to them and lean the umbrella shaft against them. It's mostly over their head now instead of the both of you, but you hardly notice the raindrops that make their way onto your lap.
With your free hand, you move to comfort them, but they push your hand off their shoulder, shake their head, and turn away from you.
"Please."
It was so quiet, you barely register that they'd talked.
They sniff, and you know the next droplet falling from their face isn't from the rain.
They're still crying.
They're crying.
They're crying, and you don't know why.
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