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Part 23 of watcher phil
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2023-02-05
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2023-04-14
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Chapter 6

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Children on Hermitcraft weren’t a rare thing.

 

Plenty of hermits were co-caretakers with a full-time caretaker, taking new spawns in for a week or so to show them how life on a server worked and to spend time with them before sending them back home.

 

What was rare, was unattended children on Hermitcraft.

 

So you can excuse Joe for being startled when he sees a small childish form run down the hall of his and Cleo’s season eight base and does not hear nor see worried footsteps following suit.

 

So, as was his duty being a Hermitcraft member, he steps down from where he’d been working, following after the little form while mentally rehearsing the speech about keeping track of new spawns he would recite to whoever the offending hermit was.

 

What he didn’t expect, when he found the cornered new spawn jumping for a window they absolutely couldn't reach, was the TV box head indicative of Grian’s youngest child.

 

He huffed, crouching down and scooping the child into his arms with an exasperated smile, raising an eyebrow when the screen display turned to look at him with a shocked expression.

 

“And what are you doing here little junior?” he questioned. After the slow reveal to the server in season seven that, apparently, Grian had robotic children, it was a rare treat to see the four anywhere but trailing like ducklings after their father, even more so to see them separated from each other.

 

“Visit time!” the youngest of the siblings stated, throwing their arms out wide as a digital smile came across their face; their soft, oversized sweater swung wildly with the proclamation.

 

“Oh is it now?” Joe hums while drifting outside to Cleo, giving her a smile when she sees the child in aer’s grip and struggles to smother laugh. “And why in the world are you here and not with your creator, then?”

 

The child’s face changes to a spinning wheel, then to a sad pout.

 

“Got lost,” the little one whimpers.

 

“Oh that’s no good,” Cleo pipes up. “Well, it’s a good thing I let him know you’re here then.”

 

Junior lets out cheer, little silver hands reaching out for Cleo.

 

“Thank you auntie Cleo!” they say in that giggling new spawn voice of theirs, Cleo gladly taking them from Joe and balancing them on her hip. A stream of meaningless chatter falls from them as they start talking, the adults sharing a look of amusement as Cleo ooh’s and aah’s at the correct pauses.

 

The two find themselves settling underneath an outcropping, listening to junior's story of all that they and their siblings had gotten up to back at the private server. The little one was halfway through a thrilling tale about Npg and Ro’s newest build-off when the sound of wings filled the air.

 

Grian’s entrance isn't the smoothest, stumbling a little so that he can have his arms open for the ball of metal and childish glee to run into. 

 

They watch as he frets over the youngest of his children, only pausing long enough to give the two a mouthed ‘thank you’ before he takes off into the air again, vanishing into the clouds just as quickly as he’d descended from them.

 

For the brief second they saw him, they could both see how his eyes had crinkled in amusement, how a soft smile had graced his features, how his wings had come forward almost as if to coddle him and his creation.

 

They stay there for a moment, gazing lingering where their severmate had vanished along with his child just moments prior.

 

“He’s settling in well,” Joe finds himself commenting, crossing his arms and leaning back.

 

“True enough,” Cleo laughs, turning to meander back into their base, with Joe not far behind.

 

Neither stay out long enough to notice how the moon was just a fraction larger than it should’ve been.

 

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Notes:

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