Grian Oneshots

47 ~ Healing 1/2

Mumbo woke up in the strange house, and bed. The bed was warm, and the sheets were red. He sat up, before recoiling and holding his side.

God that hurt.

His breath hitched as he looked at it. He hadn't noticed his shirt was off, but now did. Almost his entire chest and right side were covered in bandages. He looked around, careful not to strain his injury.

The bedroom wasn't one he'd recognized. A chicken and a parrot Plushie were leaned against eachother, with both having a name tag. He couldn't read the names from across the room, but thought he could make out an S and a Prof on the name tags.

The walls were brown, and the window was much like a fantasy house's windows. Diagonal pieces held the large pieces of glass together. He hadn't seen a build like this on Hermitcraft before. Especially because it seemed to be an actual bedroom, not decor. A trap door was underneath the window, in turn being across the room from Mumbo.

He could hear soft humming from downstairs as a door opened and closed.

It was beautiful.

The humming continued, though it sounded like who ever it was moved around the area for a few minutes while humming. Then the ladders creaked.

He saw a short blonde push open the trapdoor, and climb up. He was caught off guard because of the parrot wings on his back.

The person turned around, and jumped back a bit, almost tripping, but catching themselves. Blush, likely from embarrassment, flooded across the blonde's face. Then the blonde took a better look at the man, and concerned washed it away.

"No- No lay back down-" They said, rushing to Mumbo's side.

The basket they placed on the floor before climbing up was left forgotten by the blonde.

Mumbo was very confused, and he couldn't say that the blonde wasn't cute.

The blonde had dark blue eyes, that matched the color at the bottom of his wings. Mumbo was still slightly confused at the wings, but didn't know how to approach it.

The blonde pushed him down, before snapping and walking back over to the basket. They brought the basket over and set it on the nightstand next to the bed.

[If you haven't noticed, I've been using They/them because Mumbo doesn't know their pronouns yet. :) ]

They moved the blanket off, Mumbo before taking off some of the bandages and grabbing something from the basket. It was a potion of regeneration, one Mumbo had used a lot before.

"Why Regen and not healing?" Mumbo asked aloud.

They looked to him, before grabbing some cloth and pouring some of the potion on it. They dabbed the cloth on the wound, resulting in Mumbo hissing out his breath.

"I'm sorry..." They muttered, before continuing.

Ten agonizing minutes for Mumbo passed, and all the wounds were cleaned, some potion was dabbed on, and rebandaged in new bandages. The blonde had taken the basket back downstairs, before returning to talk to Mumbo.

"That was quite a fall you took." They finally said.

They sat on the bed next to Mumbo, and his hand grazing over the bandages.

"What's a non-avian type Hybrid doing flying, anyway?"

"Non-Avian?" Mumbo asked.

He knew what they had meant, it's just that he wasn't a Hybrid to his knowledge.

"You know, a hybrid that doesn't have the wings to fly." He said, looking to Mumbo's eyes.

Mumbo dryly laughed, before groaning from the pain in his chest. The blonde seemed confused, and Mumbo wanted to explain.

"I'm not a hybrid." Mumbo explained.

"Yes you are." They said. "You have to in order to be able to enter these woods."

"But I'm not?"

"Well then you have to be atleast partially..." They said, trying to convince him.

Mumbo just shook his head.

Silence engulfed them for a few minutes.

"What's your name?" Mumbo asked. "And your pronouns."

"My name and pronouns? Well, !%$¿# is my name, but only Avians understand it..." They said. "And what are pronouns?"

Mumbo seemed taken aback, but quickly regained his thoughts.

"W-Well, pronouns are the things people use in place of your name. My name is Mumbo, and people use He or Him in place of my name when talking about me." Mumbo explained. "Some people like using she or her, or even they or them if they don't like the others."

"So like my gender?" They asked.

"Yeah, but there doesn't necessarily have to be a relation-" Mumbo tried.

"Well I'm a boy." They said. "So, 'he or him'?"

Mumbo nodded, though hesitantly.

"Is there anything people call you by, not pronoun wise." Mumbo asked.

"Monster, though I know that's a horrible thing." They muttered, before speaking louder. "Nothing..."

Guilt stabbed him in his heart, or maybe it was the wound across his upper chest.

This kid had been called a monster, though he seemed kind, caring, and helpful.

"How about what's something you like?"

The blonde smiled and looked to him.

"I love making bread!" He said happily.

"Well, bread is made out of grain, and grain comes from farmers-"

"How about Grian? It's just grain with the 'a' and 'i' switched." He suggested.

Mumbo nodded.

"Are you sure you want to be named Grian?" Mumbo asked.

The blonde smiled down at him.

...

Over the next few weeks, Grian helped Mumbo start walking, as well as Mumbo started helping around Grian's tree house. Grian had let Mumbo touch his wings, which showed Grian trusted him. Eventually there was only scars and sore spots from Mumbo's fall, and yet Mumbo didn't want to leave anytime soon. They had many similarities, and Mumbo was suprised to learn Grian was older than Mumbo by a few years.

He wanted to stay with Grian, but he knew his friends were probably extremely worried.

Grian caught Mumbo zoned out again, and decided to ask.

"What were you doing before you fell?" Grian asked, placing tea in front of Mumbo.

Mumbo was hesitant to reply, but he knew it would happen eventually.

"A friend and I got in a fight, and I flew off in frustration. I guess I flew a long time in the wrong direction..." Mumbo said, before taking a sip of his tea.

Grian looked down into his tea before replying.

"By the end of this month your leaving and going back to your friends." Grian said harshly.

Mumbo was taken back at it, and was slightly scared he'd messed up and said something wrong.

It only took a week for Mumbo to leave, taking a compass and following it towards his friends. Grian had given him the cold shoulder the entire time, resulting in Mumbo feeling like he should just leave. Maybe he could return one day.