It's Another Hermitcraft Oneshot Book

Compilation of my Joke Stories

Redstone powder-

TW- drug addiction

When Mumbo invited me to some random coordinates in the jungle, I was confused. The whole situation with hermit challenges made me concerned. Then swap broths came into play and he began building the most epic structures known to man. I was beyond worried. But the moment I learned he was selling, well, himself. I thought it was time to actually confront the moustached hermit.

I found his in his hobbit hole which was Strange since he'd recently built an IBBB out by his omega base. He was curled in a corner, knees tuck under his chin while he rocked back and forth muttering something. His bald patch shining in the torch light. Finally deciding to make my presence known, I clear my thought.

and I wish I hadn't.

He had apparently sold everything. His moustache was gone, I was wearing his suit and well, Grian has shaved part of his head for his own personal back of the head hair Moustache. He's eyes were wide and one was slightly rolled back into his head. I'm his hand, he held a piece of paper with some powdered substance in it.

"Mumbo... what is going on." I started at him intently as he began to mutter some more. Something along the lines of diamonds, my precious, and hunger?

And that's when all Nether breaks loose. Mumbo drops the paper, scooping the powder into his inventory as I rush to stop him. He dodges left so I follow and tackle as his waist. My shoulder drives into his abs and I hear him grunt. As we topple to the floor, me on top of Mumbo and Mumbo have sitting have laying on a book shelf, I grab for a lead in my inventory.

After a couple more minutes of scrambling, I finally have his hands tied behind him as I kneel on his back. Luckily, he had been dazed by landing on the bookshelf that he hadn't made too much of a hassle.

"Mumbo," I hiss in his ear, "what is going on."

"I need my redstone."

"What do you mean you need it?"

"I need it I need it I need it." Mumbo had begun squirming and crying out like a toddler throwing a tantrum. It almost feels like his getting physically desperate for whatever her was doing in the corner. He's going into withdrawal.

"Mumbo. What was in that powder?"

When he doesn't respond I dig my hand into his squirming shoulder, forcing him to gasp from the pain of his shoulder driving into the floor. "I'll ask once more Mumbo. What was in it?"

A moment of silence passes and he begins crying. Tears rolling down his face into the wood of his base, "I'm sorry Iskall. I'm so sorry. I got bored during one of the first nights here and I just... I just tried some redstone. It felt so good and made me so happy and excited and I made all these plans, but then the feeling left. So, I did it again. And again. I started adding different things like blaze powder, don't do that, or gunpowder. And just yesterday I added crushed diamonds. It was amazing. I'd never felt so good in my life but then it ended. And I had to do it again. I'm so sorry."

I sat back, releasing my tight hold on his shoulders and just looked at him. He looked so pitiful and desperate.

"Hey," I soothing said to Mumbo, "don't worry. I remember my first run in with smoking red stone. It'll take a while for the addiction to wear off but I'll be here every step of the way. But didn't you say you added gun powder? How'd that not blow up?"

"I never smoked my red stone. I snorted it..."

Grian Tries to Cook-