Sleepy Alley

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Midnight Alley had turned into Midnight science experiments and mental exhaustion due to lack of sleep alley.

There was no denying that many of the hermits had been noticing that many of their other members were... becoming one who serves the moon as Mumbo would say so affectionately to his fellow Boatem members that refused to join the movement. That member would be Pearl, for she is knowledgeable and sane enough not to do something as stupid as go days without any sleep whatsoever. Impulse on the other hand will go along with what Pearl says. Nobody ever goes against the mind of the PearlescentMoon.

However, many other Hermits were not so knowledgeable but very much dedicated to their goals of... whatever their goals were. At least, they once were dedicated. Mumbo was once the truest of Mooners, until he was found passed out of exhaustion at his base by a very concerned Impulse. Scar, having only joined for the prospect of killing Bdubs, has since achieved said mission and withdrew their support from the movement.

That left Grian, standing under his observatory and measuring the moon for the 3rd night in a row. Usually, he never bothered to measure every single night for the moon growth was more gradual than instant. However, he noticed that the increase in size had only seemed to speed up and there was never time to take a break.

Never time to truly take a break, but after all this time (not that Grian had remembered how much time had passed), Grian seemed to lose himself in his duties. In the mornings, he would work on his base, restock the shops, think of the next meeting, and then when the moon had arisen once more, he would head up to the observatory and record his data. If anything, he knew things were starting to go slightly haywire but Grian's own concern was nothing compared to his fellow faction mates.

It was quite obvious that the Strawberry-Blond was extremely sleep deprived. Hair that was far too disheveled for even Grian's standards, the bags under his eyes much too evident, and the way his clothing had wrinkled. How the words he spoke started to slur and how the famous builder would describe episodes of hallucinations. Even Mumbo, now refreshed from disobeying his own rules had urged for his friend to take a break.

However, everyone would also know of the builder's stubbornness and how there was no way they could break through him anymore.

That would leave Grian, standing under the observatory and seeing how the moon practically reached the new mark line. "This just doesn't make any sense!" He groaned to himself in frustration and went to take the notes in the journal he kept.

The moon has practically met the next block in a single night and it shows nw no signs of stopping. It's also much more blurry than usq usual.

Grian also noticed how the journal entries he made got shorter and shorter with each passing day, as well as the increase in mistakes compared to his usual flawless notes. Maybe it's just the lack of sleep, he thought to himself before feeling a small tap on his right shoulder.

"Boo!" A cheerful voice chirped from behind him and while everything seemed slightly brighter than usual, Grian was always able to recognize the iconic red hat on top of one of his closest confidants.

"Hey Scar," Grian mumbled a bit, fighting the urge to rub his eyes in front of his dear friend. "What can I do for you this lovely evening?"

Scar jumped up and down, his green eyes glowing in excitement. "So I was wondering if I could start building my part of section of alleyway? I was hoping you weren't busy so that I wasn't in your way-" his voice was soft and clear, yet Grian could hardly find the strength to comprehend even the simplest of sentences.

"Oh, um," his words slurred as he looked up at the night sky which was practically just the moon at this point. "Yeah- definitely. Maybe in the morning though, I'm just taking a few more looks at this."