Karma (Sequel to An Old Friend)//Grumbo\\

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2 Years. 2 years had passed since the opening of Sahara, and the events leading up to it. Grian and Mumbo talked about it only with each other, Stress being the only other hermit that knows about it, and her promising to keep it a secret. Grian was finally recovering mentally from it, actually being able to high five people without flinching. He still had a hard time being called Gree-on, but since no one ever called him that, he wasn't too worried. Mumbo was handling the trauma well, fully healed of his wounds and bruises. They were working together on a build when Grian felt something off. He placed the last block in place when every hair on the back of his neck raised. He was being watched, but something in his body knew it wasn't just Mumbo. The feeling left a bad taste in his mouth he knew couldn't have come from Mumbo.

        "Mumbo?" He called out nervously.

        "Yeah?" Mumbo's face popped up from below the build, previously wiring the door. The look on Grian's face turned Mumbo's curiosity into concern. "What's wrong?" He asked quickly while walking over to him. Grian looked around, trying to find whoever was giving him such uneasiness, but coming up short.

        "Nothing. It's nothing." He said, realizing Mumbo's worry.

        "Are you sure? You look pretty shaken." Mumbo put a hand on Grian's shoulder, still concerned.

        "Yeah, it's nothing. I just thought we were being watched, but it's probably just Concorp or something. I'm fine, Mumbo. You don't have to stop the whole world just because I get a little shaken." He smiled at him, and Mumbo shrugged, taking his hand off of Grian's shoulder. 

        "I know, I know. It's just... you've been through a lot. It's ok if you're not ok." He said and Grian sighed.

        "Mumbo, it's been 2 years. I promise you, I'm ok." He reassured his mustached friend, who nodded his head lightly and went back to wiring the door. Grian looked around one more time, still uneasy. He knew what he felt wasn't Concorp, but he had caused Mumbo enough strife. He still hadn't fully forgiven himself for getting Mumbo involved, but now at least now he had someone to talk about it with. 

Mumbo showed Grian the finished door, impressing him immensely. The builder thanked the redstoner, and they parted ways. But as Grian flew back to his base, the feeling of being watched lingered. He landed in his large, futuristic base awkwardly, his mind absent. He put away his elytra and armor, planning to spend the rest of the day there. As the sun went down, so did Grian's energy. He put away all of his extra items and laid down in his bed. But just as he closed his eyes, he felt a pinch in his neck. His eyes shot open and met with the dark, angry eyes of someone he never thought he would see again. The pinch in his neck went away as Sam pulled the needle out, and Grian felt woozy. He sat himself up but felt his body getting heavy and his senses dull. In his last bit of strength, he called out to Mumbo, hoping he would hear from his not very far away base. It came out quiet and breathy, as his eyelids slowly pressed shut and Grian laid back down in his bed, unable to move or feel. 

He woke up in a chair. Certainly, one he had never seen before, simple and wooden. His eyes fluttered open slowly as he assessed his situation. He could feel something heavy keeping his hands behind him, and something equally heavy adhering his legs to the chair. The room around him was familiar. It was the same cell he had been locked in 2 years ago. The same cage that plagued his nightmares. He tested his restraints, but they didn't give him any leeway. He was held exactly in place, just as the door swung open. Sam walked in the room holding a very large knife in his hand. Grian could feel his fear in the back of his throat, building quickly, but he wouldn't let his fear show. He wouldn't give Sam the luxury of knowing he was still scared of him. Sam opened the cell door, walked in, and held the knife up to his throat. 

        "What? No elaborate plan to torture me? Just straight up kill me?" Grian remarked, but Sam wasn't fazed. He just held the knife there, unmoving and unnaturally calm. Grian swallowed nervously, his confidence draining the longer the cold metal touched his neck. Grian, with the last of his anger, spat right into Sam's face. This time, Sam reacted. He drew the knife away from Grian, before quickly swiping it at him. A large stream of blood flooded out of his neck and the force of the knife caused the chair to tip. It fell to the ground with a thump, and Grian's restrained body twitched and shook as the last of his life force drained out of him onto the stone floor of the cell.

That's it. The end. Nah, I'm just kidding. There is a lot more to come. Oh, and don't worry, Grian isn't dead. He's going to wish he was though. Mwahaha! Anyway, I hope you liked the first chapter. Quite the cliffhanger now wasn't it? I hope you have a good day/night, and you are lovely.