architech april!

week one extra

um please enjoy?

triggar warnings: death, intrusive thoughts, scuicide

The sun had just set, and the three architects were sitting next to a fire. Their conversation had died down with the setting sun and they now sat in a conforting silence. Grian was leaning agaisnt mumbo's back as mumbo put braids into iskall's shoulder length hair. The three of them were calm, quiet... and... 2 of them were asleep. Mumbo sighed and looked at the two people he cared about. A smile creeped across his face as he somehow got grian to grian's house, then came back for iskall, also getting iskall to their house. Mumbo, being the kind of weakling he is, struggled while carrying the two.

MUmbo began to walk to his own house, enjoying the quiet of the server. It was only the three of them online at the time, so no one is being annoying. Once mUmbo'd house got into view, his smile faded, as he already missed the two people he cared for deeply. He walked up the cobble stone path towards his front door.

He opened the door, walked inside, closing the door behind him. Why do i miss them so much already? I just saw them! Why is my heart beating so fast? Mumbo thought to himself, as he leaned against the closed wooden door. Thoughts passed through his head faster than any time before. He slowly drifted towards the floor, as his breathing quickened. Spending amount of time no one knows with his head in his hand, sitting on the floor, mumbo heard a nock from where he was leaning against.

Mumbo stood up, turned around. He ran a hand through his pitch black hair and sighed. He opened the door to see a panicked grian. Why is he up? Wait.. its light out.. I thought it was still night. Grian was looking through mumbo, his face was covered with cuts and bruises, his hair was messed up and he was fumbling with his fingers in the way he does when he is on hte verg of a panic attack.

"Grian?" mumbo asked worry traced in every word.

"Huh? Oh... um it... its iskall.. Something happened." grian's voice was brocken and spacey. Mumbo pulled grian into a tight hug. Both of them needed it. Grian, at first, was surprised by this action, but soon melted into the hug. And for the first time in way to long, grian began to cry. He cried and cried, mumbo never letting go.

Minutes past, a set of footsteps approached the two males hugging in the doorway. A unfriendly laugh filled the air as the person approached. Grian visually fliched, pulled away from mumbo, and hid behind him. Metal scratched the cobblestone path as the person got closer and closer. Mumbo looked at the person.

"Iskall? What are you doing?" he said, worried for both grian and iskall.

Iskall's cyborg eye was glowing red, as their human eye was pitch black. Blood covered thier hoodie and their gloved hands had blood as well. Clutched in one of his hands, was a netherite pickaxe, that was scraping against the ground, creating a ear piercing noise.

"Grian, get inside.... NOW." mumbo panic yelled. The shorter nodded and quickly entered the house, closing the door behind him, he looked through the window. "Lock it." mumbo said. Grian obayed, quickly locking the door.

"Iskall, what are you doing?" mumbo asked, slightly aggravated. Iskall replied with some robotic sound that was not understandable to the human ear.

Iskall was now about ten steps away from mumbo. They charged.

A scream shot through the air as a even flow of blood fell from mumbo's head. Iskall's eyes fell into their normal colour as they let go from the pickaxe stuck in mambo's skull.

Iskall shook their head a couple of times.. They blinked then looked down. Their eye widened as they saw the dead body of mumbo on the ground. They looked at their hands, that was covered in scarlet blood, the same colour as what surrounded mumbo's head. Iskall fell to the ground as tears formed in their eyes. What did i do What did i do What did i do What did i do What did i do. I killed him.. Why...

"No..nonononononononononononononononononononononononon"

Iskall kept repeating that word. Grian had started ti cry again. That was the only thing that could be heard.

 After a couple of minutes, iskall went completely emotionless. Grian had ran and hid in mumbo's room. Grian had no intention of coming out. Iskall on the othr hand had now stood up and was walking away, their head hung low.

Iskal kept walking, and walking, not knowing where they were going. They passes their house. Walked inside. Thoughts filled their mind as the voices yelled "your fault. Your fault. You did that. You should kill youreself. Yeah that would make it even. Do it. Kill yourself. You just killed mumbo, and only one person you love is alive, and he hates you."

Iskall, listening to the voices, walked over to the kitchen knife. He grabbed the cold metal handle. You can imagin the rest.

Blood fell from iskall, as he fell to the ground, dropping the knife. His vision went flat as he heard his door open.

"... i-iskall? Where.. Where are you?"

It was grian. Guess he doesnt fully hate me....

so yeah this happened. um i was bored okay? not even sure if its that good. anyways see ya.