Out of Your Control - a Hermitcraft AU

~ Chapter 21 ~

It's been less than a week since Grian told Mumbo about his dream, and ever since that, he's been zoning out, which seemed normal, but what wasn't, was the fact that it looked like he'd seen a ghost.
It was starting to worry Mumbo. A lot.

He didn't know what to think about Grian's story, aside from the fact that it'd make a weird, yet great story.But because of it, it made it seem like Grian was slightly insane.

Every time Mumbo brought up the subject, Grian would furrow his eyebrows and shrug it off. He voiced his concerns to Xisuma, whom he noticed seemed to be out of it as well.

He may not be good with emotions himself, but Mumbo did know when something was off.

X explained that some other things were acting up as well, like some codes changing, and how enderman were avoiding the End. But other than that, everything was somewhat normal. The Nether update did just come out, but who knows.

But he still couldn't help but worry.

Especially for Grian.

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Footsteps echoed around the dark halls, where a cloaked boy ran for his life. Fear was evident in his eyes, even though nothing in sight.

He kept wandering through the maze of purple walls, looking for any way out.

"You had potential," a voice mused. "So why are you running? You are one of us."

"We won't hurt you," another rang out.

It was creepy, since there seemed to be no source of the sounds.

"No! I know what you did, what you do!" the boy shouted back, wherever he thought the owners of the voices would be.

"Oh, Grian, you are just confused. That is all."

The boy, Grian, took off the mask he wore, throwing it to the ground and crushing it beneath his feet.
All you could hear was the shattering of the pearly white mask, now lying broken on the floor. The voices stayed silent, as though surveying the scene before them, trying to figure out how deal with it.

"Never. Not after what you did," Grian said defiantly, panting slightly.

A ball of purple flame sparked at the end of the tunnel, illuminating two figures, both wearing matching purple cloaks and white masks.

"That was not very smart of you," they said in unison. One raised its hand, with magic particles swirling around it, and slammed Grian into the opposite wall.

Grian got up and started running again, only looking back once, to see the two Wathcers stare back at him. 

Anywhere but here, he thought. An archway presented itself up ahead, leading to a pale surfaced garden and dark skies. 

He took a running leap and flew as fast as he could towards the portal in the centre of the island. Sure, all the Watchers might see him, but he needed to escape. Taking one glance behind him, Grian cast one last spell and stepped into the portal.

Hide me, he thought desperately. Take me somewhere safe, please. Don't let them find me.

To his wishes, he looked up to see a sunny meadow, and twenty odd people staring back at him.

"Hello, my name is Grian."

Grian shot up in bed, reliving the memories.

It was the similar nightmare, since the murder mystery, and it kept coming back, more realistic each time.
He got up and, like normal, saw the reflection of himself staring back at him in the mirror, just with the ghostly white mask and a purple cloak. It scared the life out of him each time and he started to worry what the other hermits would think of him. 

Probably think I'm crazy. Just picture it. Me, looking at any reflection and flinching away from it. Yep, totally crazy.

I hope it's a dream. Not a warning, just a stupid dream.

If not, I'm screwed.

Bruh. im so fricking tired but im loving this story. i guess i just had some horrible writers block for a while XD 
anyways 650 words 
ok bai ima sleep now