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Exisora.

The 'evil' version of his brother, Xisuma.

The Xisuma who was the admin of Hermitcraft, one of the most well known and respected servers out there. The server of players that stood by Xisuma's side when Xisuma banned him into the void.

He knows he deserved it now. He didn't before. He'd yell out insults, threats and promises of revenge for banning him into the void. No one ever heard. At least he thinks no one heard, no one answered at least. They had good reasons for banning him though, he knew that now.

He'd had lots of time to thoroughly think about his actions, their effects and the consequences, and as time went on, he realised he was in the wrong. Even if it took him months to realise, he still realised. He switched from yelling insults and threats to yelling compliments and apologies. And lots of them at that. Yelling them out into the nothing of the void for hours, hoping someone would hear him. Hoping someone would free him from the void.

The void that is the unforgiving empty nothing between the end island and the outer end islands. The freezing cold nothing which seeps into your bones. The empty space where you feel nothing, except for the pain that comes with the void pushing and pulling on your body, on your very code. Never once do you get a single break from it, the only way to escape it being the slim chance of being unbanned. And even then, most banned players are banned again soon after being unbanned. A single slip up showing any sign of bad behaviour being enough for an admin to deem that you haven't learnt your lesson yet.

Exisora himself, or "Evil Xisuma" as the hermits called him, had only been banned once, for attempting to take over the server, which failed miserably.

He'd been stuck here in the void for about 6 years, though, because time passed by slower in the void, Exisora believed that only 14 months had passed. In all that time, he'd gotten used to his routine of zoning out for hours at a time, using it as his escape from the void. He would think about different choices he'd made, and wonder what could have happened had he done something else. Wondering if he would still be on Hermitcraft if he did something different. But each time it seemed like he'd spotted something he could have changed, he snaps back into reality. Into the empty and cold void that surrounded him, with no one else but himself to keep him company. That's just how it was, and he'd accepted that.

So when he was suddenly surrounded by light and sound and smells and he could feel the ground beneath him, can you really blame him for collapsing onto all four and gasping for air, desperately trying to breathe? He hadn't needed to breathe in the void, it didn't even let him try. So now he was gasping for air, expecting to breathe in the thin air that he needed, only to be met with the heavy air from the overworld. His entire body started screaming at him when the air entered his lungs. It hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt so bad and he didn't understand why he couldn't breathe at all, there had to be a reason, he just had to look to find it, and-

....

Oh. His helmet. It was broken. The visor was broken. It has a massive crack stretching across the entire visor. No wonder he couldn't breathe, the thin air he needed was seeping out the crack in his visor. He needed to fix it, now. But trying to think was becoming difficult, and he felt awfully light-headed, and his vision was swimming in front of him, and only now could he hear the sound of people yelling, and only now did he realised he'd been sat up.

He felt panic race trough his mind when he suddenly felt his helmet being removed from his head, quickly calmed by a mask being placed on his face that supplied him with that thin air he needed, which was followed by a relived sigh as he took a deep breath. After a moment, he suddenly felt so awfully relaxed and tired too, and his eyes were getting heavy. He blinked a few timed in an attempt to get rid of the heavy feeling in his eyes, which only made it worse, and then they were too heavy to keep open, and the last thing he saw before his vision went black was the sky suddenly coming into view as his body became too tired to keep itself sitting up, and a strangely familiar green figure rushing to check on him as he finally slipped away from consciousness.

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Hey so uh. Been a while? I dont actually have anything, im just here to say this fic isn't getting any new chapters. At least for a long while. Cause the ao3 writers curse got me. All this from one single chapter.... But yeah, no updates for a while.

Also to that one comment, there was gonna be a chapter 2, and i was writing it, but i hated it and deleted it. Felt you should get to know that. Alright peace out