Disclaimer!
This oneshot contains depictions of a drug overdose, implications of suicide, body discovery, and implications of another death! If you are sensitive to that, do not read!
Well- Guess who got slapped with motivation and decided to write something angsty- - Micheal
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'Universe Code' - BUB00
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I shouldn't have taken that many.
Everything around me is hazy. I... I can't see. I can't see.
My heart... It beats. It beats so loud. I... I don't... Why?
Why...?
Why was I asking that?
My head... Stop it...
I'm so tired. Can I just...?
I can't sleep now.
Something's wrong.
My hand rests on the crafting table holding my bottle, holding... myself up like I'm about to throw up, something light and airy replacing the nonexistent puke. My heartbeat bangs and bangs on my skull, hitting it as hard as it can. I feel my hand twitch.
I don't want this anymore-!
Everything tenses and then I... I... I can't breathe.
I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I CAN'T BREATHE!
It all crashes into the ground- I DON'T WANT THIS- My heart hurts, my head hurts, my eyes hurt, my lungs hurt, everything hurts... and I'm so tired.
Banging, banging- SHUT UP!
I can't- Let me- I won't-
I choke on foam, wheezing and coughing, wanting it to just stop. Please. Please stop. Let me sleep. I want to sleep. Please.
I don't care about Grian anymore, I don't care about him anymore, I don't care, I don't care.
I... I don't care...
...
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A Club?
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Ok, so maybe I'm just being paranoid.
He always does this, so why am I so worried?
I mean... he has been pretty mean recently, but that's besides the point.
He was just sleep-deprived. He had bags under his eyes... Well, he's always had those though.
Maybe I do have a reason to be worried.
Well, it's too late to turn back anyway. Here's his doorstep.
The wind feels still in these parts, the greenery unmoving. It... feels dead in a way. Unkept, but I know he has his channel to worry about. Maybe he was saving it for his next video...? Nah, he probably forgot about it-
I giggle to myself.
Let's do this.
I take a deep breath... and knock on the stone frame.
"Hey! Is anyone home?"
No response, so I knock again. He's probably at the shopping district if he's not here.
"Hey-o? Hello?"
Nothing... Well, maybe there was something. I wasn't really listening that well.
I turn around, but...
I feel like I should check his base first. Maybe he just didn't hear me?
I could see if there's anything to burn too-
No, no. Just for the sake of it, no.
I let myself barge in through the nonexistent door, hemming and hawing with a smile at his decorations. All the lanterns, chains, even the nether portal...
And he says he's not a builder, that spoon.
Maybe Grian finally got around to him.
The base is still his own style though, beautiful in its own way, not a piece of diorite in-
My eye gives me an alert and I stop to check it, smelling the air... only to stick up my nose at something foul. He should really clean whatever that is-
[MumboJumbo suffocated]
Oh, so he's back here now! Well... I bet anyway. His bed should be in here. This is his base after all-
I laugh quietly to myself.
I wonder what that spoon did this time.
He can tell me all about it when I find him.
I put some more pep in my step and walk around the huge nether portal towards that awful smell. Maybe he had a midnight snack and it went rotten? Hm-
Oh.
...
Oh.
No.
No, no, no.
This... No. That isn't Mumbo. That... That can't be-
...Is that Mumbo?
I don't know how I got closer, but I did and I pick up the orange bottle next to...
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Amitriptyline Hydrochloride. Prescribed to MJ Brotherhood.
MJ?
...Mumbo Jumbo?
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It's empty.
...
Somehow, I don't even feel sad when I look at the corpse, but I cry anyway, dropping down in favour of hugging whatever's left of it.
Foam streaks its mouth and I can tell where the foul smell coming from on it. Its face is contorted in a peaceful, yet pained expression. I...
That's him down as well...
Mumbo's dead.
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...and he was still alive when I got here.
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Fanfiction(Update - 1:28 PM, March 3 2024 - Little Mikey sure was something. I've moved to AO3 a while back, so if any of y'all are interested in what I'm up to now, my username is NatureWorld over there! I'm still into Hermitcraft and write a lot of Joe Hill...
