•Threat of the South• [TOTS]

• 9 •

False had already crafted a stone sword. She had found the stone just outside, there being a few areas for mining if someone wanted better weapons.

The yellow-haired girl gripped her sword with justification, ready to use her dexterity to slash at anyone who decided to take a swipe at her. In her mind, the whole game idea was fun and all, but a Hardcore server? That's not right.

False remembered what the cube had said, about there being a murderer among them. She declined the thought right away that it was one of her friends. But she took it into consideration.

Now that she was alone in her room, safely tucked away to do her thinking, she singled out all the possible players.

- Grian looked like he would have been scared to death if Stress wasn't with him. So clearly, those two are out of the picture.

- It clearly wasn't False herself. She'd have been talked into it, and possibly convinced if so.

- Mumbo was a horrible mole for the G-Team a while ago, so he'd have a difficult time hiding if he was going to murder a group of people he's never met before.

- Joe doesn't seem like the type to kill, but he can hide things really well. Unless confronted about it. False took to consideration to ask him later on.

She was about to move on to the Ren, but was interrupted by a sob. She didn't know who's it was, for she has never heard any of her fellow Hermits cry before.

False stopped her quiet pacing, and opened the door. She inhaled sharply as Mumbo sped past her. In the quick second that she saw, Mumbo had had a worried expression on his face.

She wound back, and bolted after the mustached man, "Mumbo! What's going on?" She tried to reach out to tap his shoulder, but she was running behind. False lowered her hand and tried to catch up to the taller Hermit.

"Bad told me that Grian was upset. He ran past your room a bit ago."

"BadBoyHalo?"

"Yes ma'am." Mumbo nodded sharply, and found his way to Stress' room.

False noticed that her door was decorated with tropical themed paints, the colours soothing. There were flowers all over the door. And the door was opened.

"Gri! Are you okay, hon?" Both False and Mumbo heard from outside. They decided to invite themselves to Stress's room.

The yellow-haired girl almost wasted her precious time admiring the room, but she thought better of it; her fellow Hermit was upset.

Stress seemed a bit surprised when the other two let themselves in, but she paid no attention. The boy in red had collapsed into the bed on the left, tucking his knees to his chin.

"Grian, what's wrong?" Stress got up from what she was doing, knitting something.

Both Mumbo and False felt a small pang of jealousy.

The yellow haired girl had always thought of Stress as her best friend, but here she was talking to Grian like an old friend.

Mumbo had always knew Grian as a good friend, long before the short boy joined the Hermitcraft Server. Yet Stress was patting Grian's back as if Mumbo didn't exist to soothe him.

Mumbo rubbed the back of his hair and cleared his throat, "I can explain what happened."

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