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Prologue

Run, run, run. Stop for a second and the end. 
He kept running, as fast as he could, the corridor seemed to have no end. He can feel his legs giving up on him, each step sending a numb yet painful shock up his legs. His breath quickens, his body seems so light yet so heavy. He begs for an end. 

Before he knew it, it grabs him by the waist. Picking him up to face it.

"You can't escape me, Mumbo."

     Mumbo sits up in his bed, breathing heavily. He looks around and noticed he's in his hobbit-hole, it isn't real, it won't reach him. Mumbo swings his legs off the bed and stands up, his body weakens at the action, making him feel dizzy and light-headed like gravity just decided to pull on him harder. He slowly makes his way around the hobbit-hole down to his automatic pumpkin and melon farm, checking the chest to see if he gathered anything overnight. To his luck, the double chest was almost full. Mumbo grabs a stack of melons and noms on a few before going back up to get his armour, tools, and everything else. As he puts his helmet on, Mumbo looks outside the window and realizes something...odd about it. Blocks have been added to it from the outside. Mumbo makes his way outside the hobbit-hole and looks at the window. It's...Grian's face. Not only that Grian added extra wooden blocks and planks to make his hair, he even added some black stain glass to make the eyes. Mumbo chuckles at the site and reads the signs attached. "This jungle aint big enough for 2 hobbit holes", "THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!" Mumbo is amused at his friend's attempt to be a hobbit. Mumbo is already the real hobbit, the Bumbo Baggins hobbit. He already knew he had to get Grian back somehow, figured he'll think about the perfect plan while continuing on his plans for today, make the Iron farm, or at least start it.

     What seemed forever, Mumbo has gotten to a place he feels good to stop and take a break from the Iron farm and get back on Grian. He runs back home and gets what he needs: a lot of doors and 6-8 observers. Perfect prank. Mumbo thought to himself while pathfinding Grian's base. He creates his simple yet loud door snap and places 2 signs down. "IF YOU'RE SUCH A HOBBIT." "THEN YOU'LL LOVE THIS MOREDOOR" With laughter, he read out the signs and feels confident and slight mischief rise inside him. So this is how Grian feels when he pranks Mumbo.

     Mumbo sits outside his base and fishes, something he rarely does but finds calming. He caught a lot of fishes and even got some reasonable enchantment books, even a silk touch one! Mumbo takes a deep breath and looks at the water below him and remembers his dream. That...thing. That creature chasing after him not allowing him to stop and grasping his waist, the touch and pain it caused felt real, too real. Mumbo shrugs it off, shoving that thought at the back of his mind. It was just a nightmare, nothing can happen to him. 

     Before he realized the sun was setting, the sunset was beautiful. Mumbo rarely gets the chance to watch it in peace, he usually works on his farms or rushes home to avoid mobs spawning anywhere near him. The reds and oranges blending together claiming the surroundings, the clouds hiding some parts but this creating a breathtaking scenery. Mumbo gets a calm and warm feeling inside him, gazing at the sun disappearing behind the field. He wanted to sit by his lake and watch the full-on disappear but a skeleton didn't let him so, by shooting an arrow and just about missing him.

     Mumbo heads back inside his Hobbit-hole and takes off his armour and putting them in a chest with the rest of his items. He jumps in bed and rolls around trying to get comfortable, which is ruined by a strange stinging pain around his waist. He gets out of bed and takes the top of his suit off and check if there are any marks of cuts or something. It looks like something was tightening on his skin leaving painful and stinging marks. They looked ropes were wrapped tightly around his waist without his knowledge, close to cutting his circuits; like a sword, freshly moulded from burning metal, slashed his body 5 times, yet it didn't. Mumbo was confused, why is he feeling this pain just now, more of when he got them.

     Mumbo decides to sleep without his top on to ease the marks, also tried to apply wet towels on it to numb it. After a bit of time, he puts the towel outside his door to dry up and makes his way back up staring out the window.
"Heh, I should get rid of Grian's prank. It does look nice, might keep it for a bit longer." Mumbo quietly chuckles. The thought of Grian possibly getting back at him and seeing that his first prank was still there, kinda amused and pleasant him.

     He jumps back in bed and lays there, staring at the ceiling. The only thoughts he has is how to complete the Iron farm, and possibly make it look better. And the marks he doesn't know how he even got. Mumbo closes his eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.

"You can't escape me, Mumbo."