-DISCONTINUED- Watcher Grian stuff. Title coming as soon as I think of one.

SUS Grian

Chapter 1

T/W:blood, panic attack, jokes about murder I guess 

Mumbo's POV

Mumbo was worried. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed last season. Being the absolute spoon he was, he somehow missed the strange behavior of his friend, Grian. Not just the usual shenanigans that his buddy got up to, but how he always looked thinner than could possibly be healthy. Or how he always wore his sweater. In the middle of the summer he would still be wearing it, not even the sleeves rolled up. In the winter he never wore a different (and possibly warmer) coat, even if he was shivering like a zombie villager being cured. Apart from that, Mumbo realized that Grian never invited him to his base. Sure, Mumbo had seen it, it was almost impossible NOT to see modern blender of a base the small hermit had cooked up. Grian had never mentioned it or asked Mumbo to come over. He just flew off towards the ocean, to his presumed base location. Every time Mumbo asked, the waffle-headed builder would start to stutter and sweet as if he was hiding something. Somehow, Mumbo managed to brush this all off for an entire season. It was when he saw the blood that he started to get worried.

One day, near the end of the season, Grian showed up with what looked like blood in his hair, and a makeshift bandage on his forehead. When Mumbo, or for that matter, anyone asked, Grian would brush it off and refuse help. That's when the Englishmen started investigating, at what he called "the bandage," his way of saying "when I got suspicious." 

It was now the beginning of season 7, and Mumbo hadn't made any progress in the case. That's why he dictated to talk to Iskall, another of Mumbo and Grian's close friends.

"Well, that certainly is suspicious." Iskall said in his Swedish ascent. "Yes!" Mumbo replied. "Now will you please help me figure this out?" Iskall nodded in response.

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<MumboJumbo>does anyone have string?

<Iskall85>Like, a lot of string?

<StressMonster101>yes why?

<MumboJumbo>ummm......trip wires! Yes that's why!

<Iskall85>and red dye. A lot of red dye.

<RenTheDog>I've got an iron farm and an abundance of poppies

<RenTheDog>why do you need this again?

<Iskall85>we need it for... wool! Yes!

<StressMonster101>you two are very bad lyres

<MumboJumbo>we weren't lying!

<RenTheDog>yea. Right.

<Iskall85>he's telling the truth!

<StressMonster101>you aren't making a murder bord, right!?

<MumboJumbo>no! Why would we do that!!!

<RenTheDog>to solve a murder, duh

<StressMonster101>it's not just used for solving murders

<Grian>what's this about murders!?!?

<MumboJumbo>would this be a bad time to say that we also need thumb tacks?

<StressMonster101>ha! You ARE making a murder bord

<Iskall85>mumbo, how many times to I have to tell you not to have an other bananas

<Grian>again what's this about murders?!?!?!?!

<Iskall85>ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm..........

<MumboJumbo>ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

<XisumaVoid>stop spamming the chat

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After trying (and failing) to convince everyone that they wern't making a murder bord, they finally had all of the materials they needed and their evidence layed out, pined to a cork bord, that, for some reason, Mumbo had laying around.

"Ok." Iskall said, "that's the last piece we have." Mumbo sighed. "It doesn't look like much when you lay it out like this." "Well, at least it's sort of organized now, unlike Grian's storage system." The two redstoners shared a chuckle at that statement.

The newest hermit was well known for his building, tiribule redstone, pranks, and, of cores, his 'storage system,' which consisted of him randomly placing chests and shullker boxes every which way.

Mumbo stopped laughing when he thought about that. He now wondered if Grian had much to store, although, whenever he was building, Grian just chucked down some chests, filled them up with random junk, and left them there, unorganized as ever. But his friend was so scrawny, Mumbo wondered if he got enough to eat.

He shook off that thought, telling himself that if Grian needed help, he would ask, although, the tall Englishmen didn't believe himself in this statement.

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Weeks passed, the sever progressed, story lines started appearing, and, finally, Mumbo got himself an elytra. As Grian started to build shops and make money, Mumbo became less worried. He was still concerned for his friend, as he still acted weird, showing up with bandages in various places, and his clothes in no better condition, but it seemed less urgent. Until Mumbo heard crying.

At first he was confused as the sobs sounded like they were coming from Grian. But, his friend never cried. He was always happy, always had a smile, always had something nice to say, or at least a prank to pull. But sure enough, there he was, sitting, curled up in a ball, crying as if someone had died. Mumbo shook off this thought, trying not to remember that night.

He watched from behind a tree. Why am I so bad at this? He asked himself. He didn't know whether to walk away, get help, pretend this never happened, or try to comfort Grian. He narrowed down his options. If I walk away or pretend this never happened, that doesn't help me or Grian. If I get more people, it could scare him off. I guess I've gotta do this myself.

Mumbo quietly walked up to Grian, sitting down and taking the distressed blond into his lap. He then started to rub circles on Grian's back, but quickly stopped when he felt something odd. Maybe a bandage? He thought to himself. He moved to gently finger combing his hair, in what he hoped was a comforting way, and breathing deeply. "In 1, 2, 3, 4, out 1, 2, 3, 4," he mumbled, breathing in time to his words. After what felt like hours, but was probably less than 30 minutes, Grian's breathing comed down, and to Mumbo's surprise, he fell asleep.

Mumbo hadn't noticed how late it was when he found the short hermit, but it was now dark out. He looked around at the now star-filled sky, and despite his friend being asleep, Mumbo continued to comb his hair, until he two, fell asleep.

~1020-ish words. 

Hey! Luth here, so, I only recently discovered fan fiction, and really got into it. This is my first one, and I hope you like it. Also, my spelling is terrible thanks to my dyslexia, so thank goodness for auto correct/Grammerly/what ever Is used on this website. By for now, and good undistinguished time of day or night!