Mcyt Oneshots

Amogus (Hermit Betrayal)

Platonic or romantic you can read it either way. It's just sweet.

TW // blood, death, dead bodies

Setting the stage: so basically it's like the game irl. People are put on a spaceship with tasks in colored suits of their choice. No fancy lil hats or pets this time though. There's also no chat, so if they find a corpse they can't do anything but run away screaming and try to find people. If innocents win, the murdered people are healed with expensive technology. If the imposters win, they get access to unlimited money (if it exists.)

This twisted game is for the amusement of the richest man in the galaxy.

Mumbo glanced at the map on his wrist. The little glowing dot was him. His next task was... that way.

He turned a corner and shrieked. "AAAAOOOOH MY LORD I ALMOST JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN! GRIAN! Don't do that!"

He panted for breath, leaning over with one hand on his heart.

Grian had a similar reaction, but he rolled his eyes. "MUMBO! I didn't do anything. What in the world. I'm glad I found you. Have you seen anyone else?"

Mumbo did their customary handshake and shook his head. "No, I've just been doing my tasks."

"Same here." Grian took off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair. "It's funny."

Now Mumbo rolled his eyes. "Grian, you aren't supposed to do that."

"It's stuffy," Grian complained.

"I think it's rather comfortable," Mumbo muttered. The suits were crazy expensive and made to be as practical as possible while still being as cozy as possible. Mumbo's was black. Grian had gone unsurprisingly for red.

Grian sighed and put his helmet back on. "I can't believe our sector got picked," he said in a disappointed voice.

"It's random, Grian, just bad luck." Mumbo wasn't thrilled about it either. "At least you're with people you know and not randomly selected folks from all over the planet."

"I wonder if that's worse though," Grian murmured, peering at a nearby camera. "But I can see why it'd be more entertaining."

He flipped the camera off.

"Grian!" Mumbo scolded.

"What?! I'm homesick!" Grian wailed.

"It'll be okay, buddy," Mumbo comforted, patting Grian's head.

There was a little silence.

Mumbo glanced down the lonely hallways and wondered aloud, "I can't imagine anyone in our friend group would actually kill each other."

"Yeah, me neither," Grian agreed, pushing random buttons on a nearby wall.

"Hey-" Mumbo popped up behind his shoulder- "if you were the imposter, you wouldn't kill me, right?"

"Nah," Grian said with a grin spreading over his face. He turned and put his arm around Mumbo affectionately. "You're worth more than gold."

"Awww," Mumbo chuckled, chuffed to bits. "Thanks, Grian. I wouldn't kill you either."

"I should hope not," Grian joked, wandering slightly down the hall and studying it.

"Where would the imposter even keep a weapon?" Grian wondered, glancing down his sides at the lack of pockets.

Mumbo chuckled quietly and spread his arms. "You're welcome to pat me down if you want to, Grian."

Grian grinned back and giggled. "Stoooop."