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POV: Mumbo Jumbo afk~~
Mumbo couldn't help but he shocked and I'm surprised at the copper sight before him. He also knew exactly who did it. Of course he knew it was none other than his pesky bird of a neighbor.
"Pesky Bird," Mumbo sighs with a slight groan. "Better to confront Grian about this copper mess."
Mumbo takes one more lol at the copper wall before heading out to find Grian. Not exactly knowing where in the name of the Nether he could be, Mumbo decides to head to the Entity first since it was the closest to where he currently was.
"Just wait until I find you Grian," Mumbo mutters.
Mumbo walks into the Entity and not only sees his red-wearing friend, he also seems a figure standing over Grian.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO GRIAN?!" Mumbo shouts at the figure.
The figures grin only widens more sending shivers down Mumbo's spine.
The figure only says, "Gree-on and I are going to have so much fun. Just you see."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" Mumbo questions.
The figure says nothing, the unsettled grin on his face never dropping. And then he just disappears.
Mumbo in too much panic to worry about how the figure just disappeared without using an invisibility potion, rushes over to Grian lying on the floor.
"Grian? Grian wake up!" Mumbo pleads to his friend limp in his arms.
Not knowing what to do, he pulls out his communicator and messages Stressmonster101.
MumboJumbo: 'Stress! Please hurry over to Grian's Entity. Something has happened and he isn't waking up!'
Stressmonster101: 'Coming over luv, give me a moment'
Mumbo sighs in relief and whispers to his friend "Hang in there Grian, Stress is coming, everything is going to be okay Grian. You'll be okay."
A few minutes later, Stress rushes in and sees Mumbo clutching Grian in his arms. Checking for any injuries, she motions to Mumbo to follow her back to her base to deposit Grian in a bed. An hour later Doc walks in to consult a distraught Mumbo holding Grian's hand.
"He doesn't have any injuries. Though he seems to have a drug injected into his system. It will take about two weeks to study." The German creeper hybrid informs Mumbo. Seeing as he didn't respond, he says, "Grian will be fine, Stress said he will be in a coma for a week now."
Mumbo just looks up with his eyes that conveyed nothing but the fact he was clearly distraught and nods. Taking one more glance at Grian's peaceful face, he stand up and follows Doc out of the room to get some work done.
Grian however, was definitely not in a peaceful state.
He was sitting in a dark claustrophobic room clutching his head.
"They're not you friends Gree-on."
"Please, stop lying." Grian cries.
"I am your only friend."
"Stop it please."
"Why did you leave me Gree-on?"
"I didn't mean to I was scared,"
"Why? Why? Why? Wh-"
"Shut up! What do you know?! They are my friends unlike you!" Grian suddenly snaps, tears flowing down his face like Niagara Falls.
"You left me Gree-on. THEY took you away from me!"
"They did not! You chased me away! You killed everyone!"
"Those Hermits kidnapped you, took you away! Why can't you see that?!"
"Because they didn't! They at least keep me safe and happy! Unlike anything you could ever do!"
"... Grian do you really believe that?"
Shocked that for once Sam said Grian, he slowly replied. " Yes, they are keeping me safe. And you don't have any evidence that they aren't."
"Grian..." Sam said his voice filled with sorrow, whether that it be fake or genuine, "Grian they are plaguing your mind, feeding you lies, you only think that they are saviors and Hermitcraft is a safe heaven because you have Stockholm Syndrome."
Nobody was there with Grian to see the tear that slipped down his face in his supposedly peaceful slumber.
Word Count: 791
<Time for things for go to shit. Sam is back and Grian's mental health is clearly declining while he sleeps. And he doesn't actually have Stockholm Syndrome, or if I decide I want him to have Stockholm Syndrome then perhaps. I just don't want to write the Hermits like evil people. Also I don't write characters speaking a lot because it's kind of difficult, so if I do write them speaking, Stress won't really have her accent and stuff.>
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FanfictionGrian was doing his daily routine like any other day on Hermitcraft when, suddenly, when he walks into the Entity, He feels a sharp pain in the back of his neck and sees familiar white bunny ears before his vision goes black and he passed out. Mumb...
