Take The Wires Down
Mumbo was braving the night on his own. He carried a shulker box from his base to the new redstone farm he was working on. A whistling gust of wind spooked him enough to almost drop it. He would have laughed at himself if something hadn’t beat him to it.
He swore he heard a giggle from the trees to the left. He tried to peer through the darkness to see who was hiding. It could have easily been one of the other hermits, but Mumbo wasn’t convinced. Pranks have died down the past couple days in light of the actual potential threat.
“Hello?” Mumbo called out, clutching the shulker to his chest. He caught sight of a movement within the branches. It looked like the outline of wings.
Or: Grian escapes the watchers and takes refuge on the hermitcraft server. The server members begin to notice a strange figure and prepare for the possibility of the worst. Or, at least, they're supposed to. Their instructions to keep themselves safe are often outweighed by their curiosity about their new guest.