Ghosts- an mcyt fanfic(REWRITE! OLD CHAPTERS GONE!)

Chapter 11

6 months. 6 months since Tommy came, a year since the incident.
You could say Mumbo was doing well. He finally accepted that Xel, the last part of his best friend he had, wasn't coming back.
Well, there was another- no. That one didn't work.
Tommy's here, and getting him home was all that mattered. Mumbo had gotten fond of the kid, with his stupid ideas. Tommy had actually made himself- a rather crude, albeit- base. It was close to Ren's base, so Mumbo could visit it frequently.

The Dream smp was still unable to be contacted so Tommy, rather quickly, decided he would stay here for the while. A bit suspicious, sure, but it didn't bother anyone.
News around the realm was circulating about some kid who had found his way here, and people were on a manhunt to find who it was. It was rather amusing, seeing the theories that people would craft up, from "someone had a kid/adopted a kid!" To "A kid got kidnapped and brought there! To "it was a Michael situation!" Which Mumbo didn't get before Tommy explained it to him.
Aswell as that, with the recent announcement of the death of Grian, people only got more curious to what was happening inside the whitelist protection of the hermitcraft server. Some said it was the downfall, others said that it was just life and everyone dies and some point.
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"Hey! Look what I did!" Tommy had been helping Mumbo clean out his side of the hobbit hole, but wasn't really helping all that much. More like taking scraps of old machines and trinkets and trying to make something with them using his newfound redstone knowledge taken from etho and Mumbo.
"Maybe instead of making a robot that just draws penises again and again, maybe help?" Mumbo wasn't mad, or even annoyed, just tired.
"Right, got it." Tommy shrugged and put down the robot.

As they continued to clean up the place, Tommy found something. VHS tapes. It was a box of them, labeled by seasons and dates, and there was a small video player inside. Of course, this intrigued him.
"Hey uh... so can I get something if I think I can use it?"
Not even looking up, Mumbo quickly replied, "sure. As long as it isn't labeled as important."
He probably didn't care. Probably.

Back at his castle, Tommy got out the tapes and video player.
Click!
"Ok, here we go. June 16, 2013. My name is Mumbo Jumbo, and I have joined hermitcraft. I'm the youngest player here, only 17, but it's ok..." That's Mumbo?? He seemed so different. A lot more formal, his hair more pulled back and missing his signature mustache. And 17? He was Tommy's age! "Anyways, I've been working with XisumaVoid on the spawn area. We called in beef's bowl."

Tommy continued playing the tapes, seeing the progression of time. He got taller, his eyes got redder, he started dressing in a more casual suit, and sometime people infiltrated onto his recordings.
"May 5th, 2017. The stupid bird ma- HEY! GRIAN! I KNOW THAT'S YOU!"
"WHO'S GRIAN?! I'M POULRTY MAN!" A guy in a chicken head and a red sweater flew into view, then started egging Mumbo. Tommy couldn't stop from laughing.

"March 16th... I'm now a spy for Team STAR."
"December 25th...look at this Christmas gift I got!"
"April 8th... I got an invitation to last life."
"June 16th...We started up Sahara. It's like Amazon, but here."
It felt invading, but he didn't care. Mumbo was right, Tommy did kind of remind him of himself. Kind of.
Tommy checked one of the newer ones.
This time, Mumbo didn't seem so happy.
"I was debating making this one... but- ok you know what? This is in case of amnesia. September 17th, 2021. One week ago, Grian died. I found him in his bathroom. We're pretty sure it was suicide. I was like a brother to him! H-he should've talked to me! I could've helped! Is this my fault?" He muttered the last part.
Instead of his usual attire or a suit jacket and white shirt, it was all black. Mumbo had recently been to the funeral.
He didn't want to see all of this. Skipping a few tapes, Tommy found one from maybe a month or two after.
"October 24th. The robot is coming well." That was NOT the Mumbo he's come to know. This one was irratic, his hair messed up and clothes lazily put on. There were bandages sloppily wrapped around his wrists. Around him it was a room he didn't recognize. It was messy and cluttered with papers and blueprints and a closet in the back.
"I'm finally going to have my friend back. I just need a few glitches to be fixed." He couldn't watch more, this made him uncomfortable. Still, he went on. Another tape, just a few days later.
"SOMETHING WENT WRONG! The AI was backed up with memories but...some of them aren't right. I'm not sure why. The AI is developing, but not in the right way. No no no no NO! This needs to work. I can't... I-" nope, too much. That was enough for today. What stopped Tommy was the realization of how long ago this was. Only a few months ago. What happened? He didn't want to think about it. It felt icky.
Let's go to another one. Ah, this seems newer.
"March 10th. I'm getting letters. I think it's from Grian, since it's his exact handwriting. It can't be prank, since-"
Letters?
"March 23. I found out who made the letters! It's Grian- well not really, it's a ghost. He goes by Xel. He's a lot like him, but he's...well not all the way there." Xel? Who was that? It was probably better he didn't ask.