"Pesky Bird, why do I even go into jungles anymore?", I say under my breath, swinging my sword at a following parrot. Every time I go into a jungle these pesky birds always fly around my head! I grimace in frustration as I ready myself for another swing.
"Shoo! You annoying little-"
"Ah! There you are Grian!"
I spun around, trying to find the source of the greeting, and was met with the sight of a mustachioed man. He was tall, wore a black suit, and had black hair.
"M- Mumbo! Finally, I was wondering where you ran off to- shoo!" I mumbled, swinging at another parrot, "Could you help me with something?"
Mumbo smirked playfully, "By that I suppose you mean getting you out of this jungle?"
"Wha- no! I'm not lost! I have my map!" I say, slightly flustered.
"Then what'd you need?"
I lower my head a little. "I forgot how to make a cocoa bean farm."
"You forgot how to make a cocoa bean farm?"
"Yes."
I look Mumbo dead in the eye, despite his grin, he knew I was serious.
Mumbo sighs, shaking his head a little, "Alright, let's get some jungle logs", He begins, "then we head back to your ba-"
"Oh no." I squeak, after checking my inventory.
"What's the matter, Grian?"
"I- I dropped my map."
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The Skeleton in my Closet: a Grian VS NPC Grian Fanfiction
FanfictionThree friends in a nice, peaceful Minecraft world. Surely nothing can go wrong when one of them keeps around more than just emotional baggage... ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ SOME CHAPTERS MAY BECOME EDITED AFTER YOU HAVE READ THEM S...
