Hermitcraft Nonsense

Sick Day (Request)

Requested @BridgetTh3B1RD :D

Mumbo get sick and gets defense about taking the day off

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Illness was not unheard on the Hermitcraft server. It wasn't particularly common, but normally all the hermits got sick and have to take a few days off at least once per season. It was a fact of life and a part of the job.

However, Mumbo wasn't buying it.

He knew he was under the weather. He could feel the fatigue in his boy and the dullness in his mind. He was going to head to bed, soon! He promised himself that he would after he finished this circuitry in connecting all his farms to a single manual override switch so he wouldn't have to flip them all off individually.

It would have been easy enough, if it weren't for that Mumbo was also very out of it and had been making consistent simple mistakes in his redstone.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! This isn't that hard! Why can't I just focus and power through and get this done?" He muttered to himself in frustration.

"Woah, Mumbo, you alright?" The voice of Mumbo's "next door" neighbor asked.

Mumbo sighed exasperatedly. "Just frustrated. I'm being a spoon..." he declared with an eye roll to himself and went back to kneeling at the redstone.

Grian came to his side and crouched to the redstoner's level.

"What, Grian?" Mumbo snapped, "Can I not be led to my redstone?"

Grian leaned backwards on his heels with a surprised look on his face.

"Woah, woah, okay, easy Mumbo! I was just wondering if you were alright? You're acting weird," the builder commented with a worried frown.

Mumbo sighed and sat down on the ground instead of just kneeling.

"I'm just out of it today, sorry Grian."

"Nah it's cool, but you sure you're feeling a hundred percent? You look kind of pale."

"I mean, I guess I've been a little dizzy today. Probably just allergies or something."

But Grian didn't look convinced. Mumbo groaned internally when he knew that look- it was the look that Grian was up to something.

"What are you planning?" Mumbo demanded. Grian smirked playfully.

"You'll see!" Suddenly the strawberry blonde sprinted to the edge of the island and took a flying leap off the edge of the terraformed sand, launching a rocket and activating his elytra and zooming into the top part of Mumbo's base.

The man in the suit sighed once more and shook his head before turning back to trying to figure out what other spoon-y mistake he's made that keeps making the redstone switch off and stay off some point while he had some peace and quiet.

Peace and quiet that didn't last, as not five minutes later there was the sound of more fireworks and a thud as Grian returned.

"So, what are you doing now? Going to throw more eggs in my base for me to clean up?"

"Nah, just brought you some chicken soup," Grian held out a wooden bowl filled with cooked chicken and water. Mumbo slowly took it from Grian, very unsure of what to think of this, and took a very long, dramatic slurp just to mess with his friend. He wiped his lip (as it turns out that mustaches are not great for soups when you only have metaphorical spoons on a server) and looked blankly at Grian.

"Yes?"

Suddenly Mumbo felt himself shift and blinked, not sitting on the ground fifteen blocks away from where he had been. He looked around, very befuddled, and his stomach lurched as teleportation sickness decided to kick him in the butt when he wasn't feeling so great.

"Grian! Chorus fruit, really?! I'm really not in the mood for pranks, alright? Leave me alone," Mumbo grumbled as he slowly got up from the ground, clutching his stomach as he did so and leaning over the overhang in case his weak stomach suddenly decided to empty its contents.

Grian came over and placed a gentle but firm hand on his friend's shoulder.

"As I thought, you're sick. Come on, let's get you to bed. You can finish whatever crazy redstone you're doing when you're better," he said calmly.

Mumbo shook his head. "I'm not sick! It's just a headache, no no deal! It'll go away in a bit and I can crack down and finish this up so people can really stop complaining about the lag at my base and then I can—"

"Stop right there, go upstairs, and sleep."

"My bed is down here, Grian."

"Even better!" The builder exclaimed, throwing his free hand in the air and continuing to guide Mumbo with his hand on the other's back.

"You're not my brother or somethin' Grian..." Mumbo mumbled lazily. Suddenly sleep sounded really nice and he was craving the warmth of a comfy bed.

Grian chuckled. "Just for that, sure, I'll be your older brother for a while."

"Older?!"

"I am older than you, so yes, for the time being, I'm your older brother," Grian stated proudly.

"This is so unfair."

"I'm sure it is."

"I hate you."

"I love you too, Mumbo! Now get into bed or I'll make you," Grian ordered, pointing to the bed in the garden he had (by pure luck) managed to find.

Mumbo glared at Grian before sighing and giving in.

"Fine..."

Grian just grinned and waved Mumbo on. The builder stayed outside the entrance to the garden and had pulled out his phone, texting who-knows-who about who-knows-what.

I'll get him back later, Mumbo decided as he shrugged off his suit coat and tossed it to the side, slipping under the covers of the fluffy white sheets and feeling sleep immediately pull him into its spell.

I guess I didn't realize how under the weather I actually was...

Mumbo has a feeling that as much as he wanted to be mad at Grian, he was going to end up thanking him once he was better.

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Bonus:

<Grian>guys don't bother Mumbo he's AFK
<Grian>I mean sick
<Grian>like actually sick, this isn't a joke. Autocorrect sucks alright.
<Iskall85> you're still stuck on that song you sang?
<Grian> no
<Grian> I mean a little
<Grian> on a side note, I'm Mumbo's older brother now
<Goodtimeswithscar> ok now I have to hear this story XD
<Grian> it all started, a long time ago, in a server far far away...
<Renthedog> *Star Wars theme plays*

You can't tell me that this isn't accurate XD

Word count: 1100 words