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The nether roof was a pretty calming place all things considered. It was warm and quiet and had no distractions for the mind to worry about.
—Insert distraction in the form of the massive ghast farm Grian and Mumbo were in the middle of building.
If you were standing on the ground, the thing spanned from one side of the skyline to the other. It was kinda ugly to look at but Grian was proud he could help with something Mumbo was making.
Right?
It all went down while the two were peacefully chattering and building away. Grian couldn’t feel nervous so high above the floor, (roof?), like this because he had a friend like Mumbo nearby and felt practically invincible. A thousand foot drop couldn’t hurt him while he made jokes with Mumbo.
Right??
This is probably what gave Grian the confidence to build a particularly long and thin platform, one where he could see the gut-wrenching drop below his feet but chose to ignore it.
It had gone quiet for a split second while Mumbo concentrated. Grian took a deep breath and looked around at the insane fall surrounding him on three sides. Unlike most people, Grian wasn’t scared of heights, rather he felt alive in them. It was like the experience of riding a roller coaster only with a real threat involved. He felt the adrenaline rush through him at incredible rates as he imagined the pain of a fall that would never come. He felt alive as he looked down and saw how small the world really was.
It empowered his blood and his blood lust to be above it all.
Grian realized he was lost in his thoughts again and took a few steps back towards the center. He was still basically on top of the edge though.
That’s when it happened.
“Grian
“Joel’s here.”
“What?
“Mumbo?”
Grian turned just in time to see the red let his arrow fly. He had zero time to respond before a flowering pain completely overwhelmed him. He looked down towards the epicenter of pain, his stomach, and found the arrow poking a hole through his shirt and lodged deep within his skin.
It hurt like shit.
Grian tried to say something but found his words came out as more of a mix between a cough and a gag. He wasn’t very squeamish but he found himself wanting to vomit over the sight of his own injury. He stumbled back a step in shock and looked desperately towards Mumbo. His best friend had a horribly hurt expression on his face and reached out a desperate hand towards Grian.
It did nothing.
Grian fell back another step and never took his eyes away from Mumbo. Everything hurt so bad. His arms and legs were burning with sympathy pains and he felt so dizzy and lightheaded. He tried to take in a breath but it was mangled and wet sounding.
He slipped back one more step. Some small part of him wondered why Joel hadn’t shot another arrow before distantly realized that Joel had already gotten the kill. Why put him out of his misery when he could just let Grian suffer like a true red life.
Grian stumbled back one final step with another messy attempt at an inhale…
…and there was no cobblestone beneath his right foot.
The fall over the edge was… slow.
Painfully slow.
Luckily he passed out from his injury at some point on the way down so he didn’t have to feel the impossible suffering of the landing.
All he could think as his eyes fell shut was
this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Right???