[DISCONTINUED] The Strings of Time

(hi yes hello I'm alive, sorry for not updating for a month :') take this 3k semi-filler, i promise it'll get a bit more exciting from here on out. enjoy! and no i didnt edit this i wanted to get this out as soon as possible)

Xisuma flew around his base, admiring the dark prismarine spikes that he had spent hours building on. He yawned as he made his way over to the entrance, stumbling in like the graceful turtle he was.

He straightened himself up, thankful that no one had seen his crash landing. It would have been quite embarrassing.

He continued to walk down a hall, heading into a room with two monitors sitting on a desk, a worn black leather chair tucked carefully into the desk. Loose papers littered across the wooden surface, small neat words printed onto the white crisp papers. Bookshelves lined up on the other side of the room, plenty of books crammed into the different compartments. Beside the desk was a messy green bed, looking as though it hadn't been used in days.

He pulled out the chair and seated himself on the worn leather, cracking his knuckles. He raised his arms over his shoulders, loosening his aching body. A series of cracks sounded in a satisfying aray.

He reached over the papers and pushed a button on the monitors, the screens slowly turning on. Blue-tinted holograms pulled up around him as well, courtesy of his visor. Numbers lined up on the screens and holograms, showing the admin the stats of Hermitcraft. The screens in front of him stayed still for a moment before flashing a light shade of red.

An alarming ding sounded around the room, signaling that there was a problem with the code.

He resisted the urge to groan, the red fading away into its normal bluish shade. A few seconds passed, many codes filling onto the screens before him. He looked closely at the code, instantly noticing a few small errors in the code.

Nothing he couldn't resolve in a few hours of work.

He sighed, looking longingly at the lump of blankets beside him. It had been what, 3 days since he last slept? He'll be fine, probably. He's gone longer without sleep.

Sleep can wait.

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Xisuma stifled a yawn into the back of his gloved hand, turning off the screens before him. With a wave of his hand, the holograms vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind but a few blueish-green particles.

He got up from his chair and proceeded to flop onto the bed beside his desk, the blanket flaring out under him. A few hours had passed and the code was finally problem free.

He took off his helmet and his hair immediately flopped over his eyes. He brushed He traced the scratches on the outside of his helmet, feeling the rough metal under his fingers.

Breaking out of the trance, he placed his helmet beside him, taking off his communicator as well and placed it down on the desk, only for it to buzz the second it touched the wooden surface.

With a heavy sigh, he picked up the communicator and brought it up to his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes. He scrolled through his notifications, his eyes twinkling with amusement when he skimmed through the server chat notifications.

One notification had caught his eye, his thumb hovering over the screen as he read through the preview. His eyes widened in surprise, making him sit up in his bed. He jabbed his finger at the screen to see the full message.

<Admin HQ> Alert: Reminder for Xisumavoid. Tier Purpura trials scheduled for next week on Monday @ 11 am. Please arrive 10 minutes in advance.

"Crap, I forgot about the trials." He outwardly groaned, his voice echoing down the halls. He hastily strapped the communicator back onto his wrist, hauling himself up from the bed. His muscles ached, screaming for sleep, but he ignored it and made his way over to the bookshelves. His eyes skimmed over the titles of the books, plucking out 'Tiers of Minecraft Admins: A History' and 'The Mastering of PVP'