Sick Bird (Completed)

Complications

Mumbo pov:

Grian and I were all set to cause some chaos, but he kept getting distracted, his thoughts constantly drifting back to Scar. It was starting to get frustrating, so I finally let out a huff and tried to reassure him. "Grian, Scar will be fine," I said, stepping in front of him and placing my hands on his shoulders to stop his pacing.

He chirped in response, a sound so endearing it pulled a laugh from me despite the situation. "But he looked so sad, though..." Grian pouted, his wings drooping slightly.

I couldn’t help but smile at how genuinely concerned he was. Here we were, about to embark on one of our usual chaotic endeavors, and all he could think about was how sad Scar had looked when he left. Grian’s worry was almost palpable, and I could tell it was going to be tough to get him to focus on anything else.

"Look, Grian," I began, trying to keep my tone light, "I’m sure Scar’s just fine. He can handle himself." I glanced down at myself, realizing I was still half-dressed in my villain outfit—pants on, but no shirt, tie, or any of the other gear that completed the look. It was hard to stay serious when I wasn’t even fully ready for whatever we were about to do.

"But Mumbo... he looked so sad to leave," Grian insisted, his voice softening even more, almost like he was talking to himself.

I sighed, knowing that we probably weren't going to get much done today if Grian couldn't shake this worry. "Okay, okay," I conceded, "maybe we take a rain check on the chaos and go check on him instead?"

Grian’s eyes brightened a little at the suggestion, and I could tell that it was the only thing that was going to get him to stop worrying. I started to reach for my shirt, figuring if I wasn’t going to be wreaking havoc, I might as well dress down for the day.

I finished getting dressed, tugging on the last piece of my villain outfit. Grian did the same, and once we were both suited up, I glanced over at him. The sight of us both dressed for mischief made us chuckle a bit. It was a little absurd, considering the shift in our plans, but at least we looked the part. Grian then opened a portal, and without missing a beat, stepped through it. I followed right behind him.

This was my first time in the hero’s house—the very place Scar called home. It was surprisingly cozy, with a warmth that I hadn't expected. Just as I was taking it all in, something suddenly bit my leg. I jumped, startled, and looked down to see a cat with sharp green eyes, growling at me while keeping its teeth sunk into my leg.

“Grian, a little help here, cat whisperer?” I called out, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. Grian looked at me, then followed my gaze down to the source of the growling.

His eyes went wide, and he gasped before quickly scooping up the cat. "Jelly!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and affection. The cat immediately started purring loudly in his arms, the growling replaced with a sound of contentment.

I couldn’t help but smile at the scene. Grian looked so genuinely happy just holding the cat that it was impossible to stay annoyed at the feline for its not-so-warm welcome. Grian, still holding Jelly, started to look around the room, his attention soon drawn to a shelf lined with movies. His curiosity took over, and he began flipping through them, momentarily forgetting everything else.

I decided to relax on the couch, letting Grian have his moment. The atmosphere was calm, almost too calm, until the door suddenly swung open, making me sit up straight. I looked at who it was and wasn't stupid about who it was. It was the man of the hour scar. I noticed that his eyes were puffy and red. He was confused looking back at the door then outside then back at us. I pretended I didn't know he was there until he said " I must be going delirious in the car"

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After the first movie ended, I glanced at my watch, feeling a strange sense of urgency creeping up on me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was like this cozy day we were having might be the last one for a while. There was an unsettling feeling gnawing at the back of my mind, and I couldn’t shake it off.

As the minutes ticked by, the feeling only grew stronger, and before I knew it, a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince. I covered my eyes as the pain intensified, my vision blurring as the whole world started to spin around me. It felt like something was tearing through my mind, like an invisible force was trying to rip me apart from the inside. I grabbed my head, trying to steady myself, but it was no use.

“Grian… something’s wrong,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the ending of the movie. The pain was overwhelming, and I felt myself slipping away, the room around me spinning uncontrollably. My vision blurred, and I closed my eyes, trying to block out the disorienting sensations.

I wasn’t sure if Grian heard me; the noise from the movie was still playing, and my mind was too foggy to make out anything clearly. As I struggled to stay conscious, I suddenly felt two different presences close by. Their voices were distorted and muffled, blending together in a way that made it hard to distinguish who they were or what they were saying.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, I could only catch fragmented words and the vague sense of two presences around me. The distortion made it nearly impossible to understand what was happening, but their closeness hinted that they were trying to help or reach out. Despite my struggle to make sense of it all, the world continued to slip further away, becoming more distant and abstract.

In a final, desperate effort to hold on, I felt the darkness closing in, and with one last effort to grasp reality, I passed out.

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grian pov:

We were just finishing up the first Star Wars movie when an unusual smell started wafting through the room. It wasn’t long before Mumbo’s quiet voice cut through the ambient noise. “Grian… something’s wrong.” His tone was barely audible, but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

I turned to look at the sofa and saw Mumbo sitting there, his eye wildly dilated, his face contorted in pain. I rushed to his side, panic rising in my chest. Scar was there too, slumped beside him, looking just as pained. Both of them were unconscious, sprawled on the sofa.

I covered my mouth and nose with my hands, trying to block out the dizzying smell that seemed to be growing stronger. My eyes darted around the room, searching for the source. It wasn’t long before I spotted Jelly out cold in the corner. My mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. “No, no, no,” I thought desperately, feeling the room spin around me. The smell was overwhelming, almost suffocating, and I struggled to breathe through the rising panic.

I used my wings to try and move the air around, hoping to disperse and dilute the stench, but it only made me feel more exhausted. I needed to think clearly, but my thoughts were muddled with fear and urgency. I couldn’t just leave them here.

Suddenly, the back door creaked open. Instinctively, I grabbed Jelly and hoisted her onto the sofa, then took a defensive stance, my growl echoing through the room. Shadowy figures started to emerge, and before I knew it, they were tossing nets in my direction. My heart raced as I realized they were trying to trap me.

With no time to waste, I made a split-second decision. I opened a portal, quickly sending Mumbo, Scar, and Jelly through it. As they disappeared into the swirling vortex, I felt a pang of guilt for leaving them behind, but there was no time to dwell on it. The intruders’ efforts intensified, and they managed to catch me in a net. I struggled against it, but it was no use. The last thing I saw before everything went dark was the silhouette of the intruders closing in.