Hermitcraft Nonsense

Fugitive

This is an old drabble from... last May? That I wrote in a Discord server but never felt to publish here. Except I suddenly flashed back to it and decided I should post it here so I don't have to search through months-old messages from a kinda dead Discord server LOL

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"VIKTOR ISKALL!"
Iskall paled and pulled Grian and Mumbo to the side.
"We need to get out of here."
"What?" Mumbo questioned. "Why?"
"Who called your name?" Grian asked. "Wait, is Iskall your *last* name?!"
Iskall pulled on their wrists. "Yes. You know how I say 'that's how the mafia works?' Well I actually know how the mafia works, and anyone who know's my birth name is not a friend."
Mumbo accepted that and started speedwalking the way they had come. "Honestly, I'm not surprised you're part of the mafia. Let's go before we get permakilled."

Grian was jogging, having to take two steps for every one of Mumbo's strides. "I can't believe-"
"It's not butter?" Iskall interrupted, sending a cheeky grin while trying to keep his cool instead of looking behind them.
Grian scowled. "No!"
Iskall shrugged. "I'm not really part of a mafia. But my parents are and they want me to take over the family business. I'm too stupid to do that business stuff but they don't take no for an answer."
"Well that's rude," Mumbo condemned with a frown. Grian lightly shoved Iskall.
"What do you *mean* you're not good at business? You've done more for Sahara than either of us too! Deals, sales, prices..."
The trio had slowed down now, taking their time as they seemed to be out of the danger zone.
Well, until someone put a hand on Iskall's shoulder, making him freeze and the other two Architects jump.
"Well well, son. Seems your little games of hide and seek have finally come to and end."

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Ehhhhh this is really short RIP