Grumbo Oneshots

Grian...?

This chapter was requested by kinshi____. I changed it a bit (I hope you guys don't mind). This chapter is also about twice the length of my normal chapters. Enjoy!

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Grian was flying around the server, looking for something to do. Working on his base bored him, but working on anything having to do with the war stressed him out. He needed a break, but that didn't mean he would just sit around and do nothing. He needed something calm and relaxing to do, something he could go to whenever he was stressed out like he was right now.

Grian suddenly felt his body start to descend towards the ground. His elytra had broken and he was speeding towards the ground at an alarmingly fast rate. He let out a loud scream as his body slammed into the grass, the left side of his body taking most of his fall. He felt his consciousness slipping away from him, but he tried his best to bring it back. His eyelids grew tired and he gave in.

~Time Skip~

Grian woke up, his breathing sounded harsh and his left arm was in immense pain. He tried to lift it, but only managed to get it an inch above the ground before there was a sharp pain in his entire arm. 'Did I break it?' he asked himself. He began to panic. If his arm was broken, he wouldn't be able to do most things for at least a few weeks. What if he starved before anybody knew about what happened to him? How long had he been laying on the grass, unconscious?

He looked at what he had on himself, trying to find anything that might be of any sort of use and found 28 cooked potatoes. 'Only 28?' he thought. He had an idea that might help his arm and he began to carefully remove his sweater with his one useful arm while trying not to harm the other one more than it already was. He sucked in a breath when he tugged on his left sleeve. Not being able to torture himself anymore, he pulled the sleeve off as fast as possible. Tears of pain pricked at his eyes, but he knew that what he was doing would help him, even if it was only a little bit. He let out a shaky breath and removed the sweater with ease.

He tied the sweater sleeves together at the ends and adjusted his head so that it was in between the sleeves, the knot pressed up against his neck. He then lifted his injured arm as gently as he could and put in on the inside of his makeshift arm sling.

He slowly sat up, inspecting his surroundings, and spotted a small, run down house 100-200 feet away from him. Grian rose and began to stagger towards the abandoned-looking building. It was sunset. Soon, hostile mobs would fill the open field that he was in. Would he even survive the night?

Grian made it inside and looked out the window. Sure enough, there were monsters outside. The sun had already dipped under the horizon and most of the ground was covered by the undead and some creepers.

Grian made his way to the bed, throwing all of his stuff on the floor, too tired to put it all in the nearby chest. He laid down and dozed off. His thoughts before rest were him worrying about never seeing his friends again. Never seeing Mumbo again. He never got to confess his feelings to him and, with Grian's current situation, probably will never have the chance to.

~ Time Skip, and move to Mumbo~

It had been 3 days now since Mumbo last saw Grian. He said he was going to find something to do to clear his mind. But three days? What if something happened to him? 'No' thought Mumbo, even if something did happen to Grian, he was more than capable of handling himself. But Mumbo still had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong.

Disrupting Mumbo's thoughts, the crackling of firework rockets was heard nearby. Soon after, Iskall landed in front of Mumbo, their voice frantic, "Mumbo, where's Grian? He's been gone for three days!"