Unreachable

~Chapter Fourteen~

Jrumbot's POV

6 Months Ago

Hermitcraft S-7

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Jrumbot was confused. That was a good word for it. Confused. It had been confused for one...two...four...no, wait- five-? Oh slime, it was bad at math. What's a slime, anyway? A monster, probably. Grumbot would know. Jrumbot almost reached out to Him. Almost. Then it remembered.

Jrumbot didn't know why He went away. It was scary. All of a sudden He just...disappeared. He wouldn't respond to Jrumbot. He wouldn't say 'hi' like He always did. Jrumbot thought it was its fault for a little while. It didn't know how, but maybe it scared Him away or something. Made Him mad and not want to talk to it anymore. All it had done was bring up its Poppa.

Poppa? Fake Poppa? It was still confused on that front, too. Jrumbot wondered if Grum knew. After all, He never contradicted Jrumbot when it brought him up. But Grum was really smart, He had to know, right? But why wouldn't He tell Jrumbot? He told Jrumbot everything. Did He not trust it? None of the listed scenarios sounded right.

And where was his real Poppa? And was that Fake Poppa evil or not? You would think fakers would be evil; that's what Jrumbot assumed for awhile after it figured it out. But then the Fake Poppa helped save Grumbot when He literally died right in front of Jrumbot—which was very traumatic, by the way—so maybe he's not evil? Evil people wouldn't rescue its brother, right? Or was that a trick?

That would be mean, though. Oh, wait, evil people are mean, that's the point of being evil. Can you be evil without being mean? Like if you kicked a cat but then apologized afterwards? Jrumbot needed to ponder this more, the ethics of evilness.

But Jrumbot was getting off topic. Point being, there was a lot going on. For someone who did not have the physical ability to move, it had to deal with a lot. (Which, no fair, Grumbot got a body but not Jrumbot? Simply cruel to separate the two. Turns out you can be mean without being evil.)

Bored. It was bored. Bored and confused. Confused and bored. Which one sounded better? It apparently had forever to decide. And it hadn't even seen anyone in awhile. At least five minutes. Maybe more. Maybe six minutes. It still wasn't good at math. And everything was dark, and the sky was always gray, and Grumbot didn't even visit that often. Fake-Evil-Maybe-Not-Evil-Poppa hadn't visited since it was light out.

Or that kitty cat. Jrumbot liked the kitty cat. She talked to it. She had real conversations and everything! Mostly they were just making fun of Jrumbot's brother, which was really rude. He can't even talk back! Absolutely defenseless. But, at least she talked to it at all. She wasn't all mean, Jrumbot was sure of it. But she definitely needed a lesson or four in manners. Oh, also her voice was really squeaky, which was really funny. Hearing someone call someone else "a right moron" didn't exactly seem as offensive when the one saying it sounds like a baby. And that was coming from Jrumbot. Yeah, be meta. It was cool like that, being aware of its own faults and all that. Grumbot would be so impressed when He found out how cool and smart Jrumbot was now.

What was it talking about again?

Oh yeah, the boredom. Jrumbot was bored. And confused. It said that already. It said a lot of things already. Conversations get stale when you're the only one talking. Rambling? Rambling.

Jrumbot missed its brother.

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A few days later, or maybe a few hours, who even knows at this point? Not Jrumbot, that's for sure.

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