Grumbo oneshots

Loss and Comfort

Just thought I'd post a short little Oneshot, it isn't exactly Grumbo, but it relates to the MCC 13 game! (So spoilers for MCC 13!)
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Grian and False sadly trudged out of the server portal, the gateway to other servers and worlds beyond hermitcraft. The two were clearly in bad shape, False's blonde hair a mess and her goggles cracked, while Grian's sweater was ripped and covered in snow and gunpowder. The two looked exhausted as they strapped on their elytra and blasting off, completely ignoring the hermit who had stood, waiting for their arrival, Mumbo.

The mustached Redstoner let out a sigh, he was sure that Grian would win this MCC, and the British builder was so excited, but judging by the lack of a golden crown and his exhaustion, Mumbo decided not to show off the "Congratulations" banner that he had made.

The Raven-haired male never attended the Minecraft championships, but Ren, False, Iskall, Cub, and Grian had all told exciting stories of their battles in mini games. Iskall only played a few, but stopped after a while. Besides the Swede, Grian was the only one without a win, and Mumbo could tell it was bothering the hermit. The Redstoner strapped on his elytra, off in search of the exhausted builder that had left Mumbo standing alone on the spawn island.

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"Grian..? You here buddy?" Mumbo asked quietly while pushing the door to his bedroom open, slightly glancing in the dark room at the sweater-wearing hermit laying still in his bed, he didn't react upon hearing the sound of Mumbo's voice. The Redstoner sighed, sitting down on the end of Grian's bed and keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

"I'm guessing it didn't go well.." Mumbo said quietly, Grian slightly nodding and clutching his pillow close to his chest to try and keep himself calm.

"We got second.."

"Gri that's awesome! Out of all those PVP players you beat them all and got second place! You should be proud!" Mumbo said happily upon hearing the news with a smile, Grian sitting up and shaking his head.

"You don't get it Mumbo, we could have won if I hadn't been so stupid!" The sad hermit said while looking at Mumbo, the Redstoner frowning when Grian had started talking bad about himself. "I was irrational, I didn't think through my shots on dodgebolt and we lost because of it.."

"Calm down, what happened..?" Mumbo asked while placing his hand on Grian's, which had been gripping his grey sweatpants tightly, although his grip loosened when Mumbo began to hold his hand.

"We won two out of three of the rounds.. Everyone was cheering, saying things how I was doing so well, and how we were sweeping the other team, a-and how I never missed a shot and w-well, the pressure got to me when it was the next round. I kept slipping up and the other team ended up beating us.." Grian recalled with a shaky voice, Mumbo frowning upon the anxiety that the builder seemed to be feeling.

A sudden idea popped into Mumbo's mind, the Redstoner hopping up from the bed and running over to the corner of the room, where Grian's bag of MCC supplies had been resting. The Redstoner felt a little bad as he rummaged through the items, but smiled upon finding the miniature gong that Grian brought with him to every game.

"You ready?" Mumbo asked calmly while looking at his fellow British male, a small grin on Grian's lips as he nodded. The Redstoner gently tapped the miniature mallet against the metal disk, the builder taking a deep breath in, then releasing it with a slow sigh. He looked to Mumbo with rosy cheeks and a much calmer look in his eyes.

"Thank you, Mumbo." Grian said while standing up from his bed and wrapping his arms around the Redstoner, who smiled down at the short hermit, setting down the gong and running his hands through Grian's sandy blonde hair, as the small builder held Mumbo as tight as he could.

"I really wanted to win.."

"I know. You were so excited when you left. But you did amazing, and you'll do even better next time."

"You should really join some time.." Grian chuckled a bit, Mumbo slightly shocked at the question, but awkwardly chuckling as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Maybe next time, but I would be terrible.." he looked back down at the small hermit, who looked back with pleading eyes. Mumbo knee he wouldn't get out of this discussion.

"How about we go get some ice cream?" He suggested while trying to change the subject, Grian smiling and grabbing the Redstoner's hand, the two running off together with a smile planted on both of their faces.