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Mumbo was proud.

Another day of hard work completed on his “armchair” mountain. He had just finished up the last houses of the village and was thinking about how to do the trees.

The mustache man was on his way to his tree-stuck van when he noticed Grian rushing to his base. He watched him with a confused look and then shrugged it off.

Once in his van, Mumbo got comfortable in his bed as the sun set and the slightly larger moon rose. He then drifted off to sleep.

And then…

He awoke.

Suddenly, Mumbo was standing in an unfamiliar place. People were shouting happily and running around and the sun was shining brightly. He began to panic. The sudden change in surroundings causes his heart to start pounding in his chest. He then remembered what to do. He started to quietly count to ten in his head. He took a deep breath and looked around. There was a big sign like thing that had a timer counting down. It read 5:58:26, and above the timer, in larger red letters it said,

“Minecraft Championship” 

Mumbo looked at it, confused. He then decided to see if he could find any familiar faces. As he moved around in the crowd he did find one, but not one that he’d want to talk to in a time like this. It was a short blonde boy in a red and white shirt. Mumbo knew the boy as Tommy from the collab the boy had wanted him and Grian to do with him. He quickly got out of viewing distance from Tommy and continued looking. 

He then found someone. A close friend of his from Last Life. Jimmy SolidarityGaming himself. 

Mumbo began to sprint as fast as he could to Jimmy, “JIMMY!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. Jimmy turned to see who was calling his name. His eyes widened to see a familiar mustache headed straight for him.

“Mumbo-” Jimmy started but was interrupted when Mumbo tackled him in a hug, causing them to fall backward on the ground. The jim had coughed, having the air knocked out of him, and signaled to Mumbo to get off, in which he did. 

“OhmygodJimmyI’msogladtoseeyouIhavenoideawhereIamorwhat’sgoingon-” Mumbo spoke, not taking any breaths. Jimmy then cut him off.

“Woah woah woah, ok, slow down, I can't understand what you’re saying,” he says as he stands up. 

“Jimmy, I am so glad to see you but I have no idea where I am or what’s going on, please help me,” Mumbo pleds, grabbing Jimmys’ shoulders. 

Jimmy grabs one of Mumbos’ arms, holding it, “Ok Mumbo, calm down. This is the MCC.”

“The what?”

“MCC, Minecraft Championship. It's the Minecraft Olympics.”

“...” Mumbo stares, thinking. He wasn’t very skilled when it came to anything other than Redstone.

“Here, let’s go find Grian, he can-” Jimmy suggests but was cut off by Mumbo shouting.

“GRIAN’S HERE!?”

“Yeah, he’s actually one of the best players here. So calm down and we can go look for him." Mumbo nodded. They began walking around in search of Grian. Jimmy had said that he tends to hang out in less crowded areas. After what felt like an hour, which was actually only 20 minutes, Mumbo had spotted someone.

Leaning against a building was a short man wearing a red sweater.

Mumbo immediately ran as fast his legs would take him towards Grian. Meanwhile, Grian did not notice him until he was knocked over. With a strange man tightly hugging him. He began to fight back, pushing against him. He did not enjoy surprise hugs from strangers. “Let go!” he shouted.

Mumbo quickly let go and stood up, confused. He watched as Grian also stood up, brushing himself off. 

Grian then looked up to see who his attacker was. His eyes widened in shock. 

“MUMBO!?”

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“Hi,” Mumbo said with a small wave.

“W-what are you doing here!?” Grian shouted with confusion.

“I have no idea, that’s why we came to you.”

“W-w-wait ‘ we ’!?” 

“Hey Grian,” Jimmy says.

“Oh… Hi Tim,” Grian says with a smile.

“Anyway… Grian, do you think you can explain what's going on,” Mumbo asks, trying to get the conversation back on track. 

“Yeah,” Grian begins to walk over to a picnic table and sits down. Mumbo and Jimmy follow him, Mumbo sitting next to Grian and Jimmy sitting across from them. “You know, Mumbo, the thing that surprises me the most is the fact that, you're not that good at mini games.”

“Hey! I’m decant,” Mumbo defends himself.

“Pfft, says the man who only got like two kills in during Last Life,” Jimmy laughs.

“Oh shut up Mister ‘First to die in Last Life and 3rd Life’,” Mumbo jokes in response.

“Aaaanyway,” Grian interpts, “Ok, Mumbo, long story short, it seems you were chosen as an new player in MCC. And MCC is a huge tournament. Here, you remember the Turf War, right,” Mumbo nodded in affirmation, so Grian continued, “it’s quite like that. A series of mini games to decide a winner.”

“Wait, is it like, everyone for themselves or are there team?” Mumbo questioned.

“Oh, don’t worry, they split us up in teams of four,” Jimmy answered.

“So, am I supposed to know what team I’m on-” Mumbo asked, but was interrupted by Grian answering faster than he could finish. 

“No, that gets revealed in about 5 hours.”

“5 hours!?” Mumbo shouts in surprise.

“Well, hey, at least we’ll have time for you to practice and train up,” the red sweatered man suggested. Mumbo sighed. “Actually, ehe, I think it would be best if we head to the practice area now considering your, skill level…” Grian stated, getting up. Jimmy stood up too, then did Mumbo. 

Then the trio were off to the practice area to help Mumbo. 

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After about 3 hours of training, the trio were quite exhausted. Sitting down at a picnic table in the food court, chatting away.

“...So yeah,” Grian said, “that’s how I got my title.”

Mumbos' eyes were wide as he listened, “Man, that Dream guy sounds like a really tough fellow…”

Meanwhile, behind some bushes close to the trio, another trio was spying on them. 

“...That’s that Mumbo guy I was telling you about,” the blonde spoke in a whisper.

“I’m still jealous that you got to hang out with ‘Grine’ and didn’t invite me!” the small brown haired goat whisper yelled. 

“Shhh,” the tall black and white enderman hushed them, “I think Grian is about to tell his story of how he became the DreamSlayer…”

“He is, but don’t worry about it,” Grian assured his mustached friend. Jimmy meanwhile, was distracted by the odd rusling coming from the bushes. “Uh, Tim?” Grian asks, getting his attention.

“Oh, sorry G, I just, heard something in the bush.” Jimmy said. 

“Probably just a squirrel,” Mumbo shrugged.

“It doesn’t sound like a squirrel…” Jimmy stated, standing up.

“Shit, I think they found out!” the blonde stated quietly as he began to scoot backwards. The other two followed suit.

Jimmy took a step to the bush and put his hand on it.

As soon as he did that, three teenage boys skramble out of the bush in a panic. As they fail to make their escape they trip on each other and fall on top of one another in a stack of tallest on top and shortest on bottom.

Jimmy jumped back as Mumbo and Grian stood up to see what had happened. They stand there, staring at the pile of teens.

The sandwiched blonde was the first to talk, looking up at the adults, “Um, uh, hi…”

Grian sighed, “Hello, Thomas.”

Eventually, the boys got up off of each and stood up in front of the others. Mumbos’ eyes widened at the sight of one of them being taller than him.

“Alright, what’s going on here?” Grian asks, arms crossed.

“Ok, um, well, me, Tubbo, and Ranboo came here to just hang out and then we saw you and we thought ‘Hey, why not spy on our god-’” Tommy explained and was interrupted by Grian.

“W-wait wait wait, ‘GOD’?!?!?”

“Tubbos words not mine,” Tommy said, Tubbo scoffed, “Anyway- so yeah…”

As Tommy stood, Mumbo noticed that the boy had something in his pocket. He spotted it as a bit of it shined in the Sun, “What did you steal?”

Tommy scoffs, “STEAL- Mumbo, I would never do such a thing! How could you accuse me of stealing-” He stopped as Ranboo pulled the item out of Tommys pocket. Said item was a spyglass.

“He took this from one of the stands,” Ranboo said, holding the spyglass out of reach from Tommy, who was trying to take it back.

“HEY!! GIVE THAT BACK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!” Tommy shouted. Grian sighed at the language. Meanwhile, Tubbo was dying of laughter.

“Here, give it to me,” Grian said to Ranboo. The enderman handed him the spyglass. The short man then walked off to return the spyglass. As he walked off, Mumbo heard him mumbling to himself. He was quite confused. He had never seen his closest friend act in such a way.

Mumbo wasn’t the only one to take notice of Grians’ mood. “Alright.. I think we should be heading off before he kills me… um bye!” Tommy says. He then runs off, dragging Ranboo and Tubbo as he goes. 

“Ok then…” Mumbo stated, confused.

“Well that was something,” Jimmy said.

The two sat back down and waited for Grian to return. Once he did, Grian sat down with a huff.

“I swear, one day I’m gonna end up killing that kid.”

“Oh, well, what are we gonna do for the next, hour?” Jimmy asked.

 “I honestly wanna take a nap…” Mumbo said, yawning.

“Me too,” Agreed Grian.

“Alright, you two nap, I’ll make sure no one will attack us,” Jimmy responded.

Mumbo and Grian nodded. Mumbo then rested his head in his arms on the table and was swiftly asleep. Grian was leaning on Mumbo in a cuddle. 

Jimmy smiled at the cuteness.