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They saw the words.
they all knew what it ment.
did they believe it?
No.
no one on the south landers could believe the words on their screen.
grian fell from a high place
it started off with just grian and mumbo going to the nether, simple right? Well the moment they went in skizzle died from something but whatever. Simple, yeah. They arrived on the roof of the nether; with difficulty and grian climbing a useless ladder of course.
”ok so first.” Mumbo started, looking at his netherrack tower, “I shouldn’t be making this with not ghast-proof blocks.”
Grian muffled a laughter as mumbo carried on talking. It took him a while before asking:
“Oh wait I’m probably cutting off a lot aren’t I?”
”nope your just talking nonsense to someone who doesn’t know how to build a ghast farm”
Both men laughed and mumbo began explaining to briefly explain how to build a ghast farm. It was going how’d you would expect for grian and mumbo. Mumbo tried to build his long tower thing while grian laughed at mumbos stance and was probably mocking the whole operation. It was fine though, (empathise on the fine).
Fast forward a bit, they were just having a normal conversation:
”wait so how do they die?” Grian asked
”we killem’ “ mumbo replied
”wait so this is manual?”
”yep”
”i thought there was gonna be a redstone killing mechanism or something”
”well I made it very clear when we were going up the ladder for what? HALF AN HOUR?”
Mumbo sighed, then they had gotten a message. Their eyes shot open. Cleo was slain by bigb. Betrayed by her own faction, her own brethren if you will. This obviously spiked conversation, but the other fairy alliance members were suspiciously quiet…
In spite of the chaos which had already happened, they decided to brush past it and decided to carry on their work. It’s not like anyone on their alliance had died.
it had been a couple hours. Only a couple since the last death had occurred. Only a couple of hours…
”right I’m out of blocks” grian stretched. Mumbo doing the same moment after.
”should we go back to the south land to get more stuff” He asked the shorter, who nodded in reply. They then started to retreat towards their ladder. “Watch your step by the way.” Mumbo added as he saw grian begin to climb down.
“yeah sure.” Grian smirked, before comedically jumping off said ladder.
In an instant, mumbo could have sworn his heart stopped. He looked down to try and catch his friend. What he didn’t know was that said friend was just a couple of blocks below, snickering as he saw mumbos face. Then they went through their portal and went back to collecting materials.
Roughly an hour later, they had returned and was going up their very dangerous ladder.
then there was an advert so I couldn’t watch grians pov for a sec. There we go all better!.
They continued to place slabs on the under layer, then danger approached.
”oh Joel’s here, Joel’s here” Mumbo snapped into position at the others words. Joel usually ment trouble, but today he ment death.
It all happened in an instant. Both had their guard up, waiting for Joel to make his formal entry like he would do; but then all they saw was an arrow wizzing past the top layer and the deathening screams from mumbo.. most of his words were blabbering nonsense but everything else was just a loud:
”GRIAN!”
Jimmy was just hanging round the base with martyn. Both had just encountered Lizzie and bigb at their base and they had gotten rid of them, now they were chilling on the walls of their castle.
Then their communicators flashed a certain red colour, meaning someone had died. Having this come up 3 times already (Cleo had died again) they thought nothing of it and just checked it to see who had fallen from what group. All that was heard after that was an audible gasp and the sound of Martyn’s spyglass shattering as he dropped it on the floor. Then it was just silence. A loud, panicked silence.
grian fell from a high place
“Oh my god..” Jimmy mumbled, breaking the silence. “Grians on-“
”red” they finished in unison. Jimmy looked at the other in sorrow. “What are we going to do? If grians on red that means that-“ he was cut off a chocked sob. They both knew what it ment, it ment that grian was unable to come back to the south landers. It ment that there was one less member in the gang. All the memories, all the L-ahar-ths they had, it was gone. They were never able to get it back. They weren’t able to get grian back.
their coms were buzzing like mad from certain people, some saying their condolences, others (Joel) talking about their victory. Neither of them noticed though, they were in a stunned in dead air. They just looked at eachover in woe, seeming as though if anyone broke the silence; it would break them.
it had been a couple hours since their initial reaction. They both decided that the best way to move on was to see him. This, however, came out to be a bust.
they had gone over to joels place (it was most likely the red name hideout now) and they found him. However, grian didn’t look like his normal, happy self. He looked stern, built up and almost emotionless. Almost..
It was the moment the red name spotted jimmy and martyn, they saw his eyes light up in happiness; even possible excitement. But that look quickly disappeared when Joel shouted something, it was incoherent to jimmy but he thought it was along the lines of “it’s them, stay back” or something.
martyn seemed to notice what Joel had said and responded, “we are just here to see grian, we’re just saying our final goodbyes”. And at that, Joel somewhat smiled and approached them with grian.
“What do you want with my buddy, grian?” He snarled. His arm was holding onto grians shoulder, and they both saw the others uncomfortable look.
“Look, we just want to give your ‘buddy’ a parting gift.” Jimmy held out a fresh spyglass in his palm and gave it to grian. They saw grian smile and take it, quickly stuffing it in his pocket. “Thanks,”
it looked like he was about to break, but Joel held on harder and ‘peacefully’ exclaimed, “right, now you have done that, leave, before we hunt you down and kill you; we will do that, won’t we grian?”
“Yep! We will hunt you down and.. kill you” the last part was faint but jimmy and martyn knew it was time to go.
they waved bye and started heading off quickly, they knew grian wouldn’t kill them, but Joel definitely would. So it was time to go.
on the way, they spotted impulse come back from Scott and pearls. He looked as equally bitter then the rest and they all made their way home. By then it was dark and they went to bed.
Mumbo didn’t return until the day after, he had returned from the nether looking like a disaster and just went into his hut, the others never saw him after that. I mean, who could blame him? He just saw his best friend die before him. The others let him be and got on with work, letting him greave in peace. Well, Jimmy would go in and try to talk but it never happened.
they didn’t know what had happened in the nether.
they didn't know what mumbo had done to save grian.
they didn’t know that mumbo had done nothing, nothing to save his best friend.
they just left him to wallow in self pity and greave about the new red name…