Mumbo peeked in Tommy's room, tilting his head as to not hit the doorframe. Being tall sucked. The boy was sitting curled up on his bed, reading a book. Was he reading the redstone books Mumbo had brought? He himself could get lost in those for hours.

"Hey, Mumbo."

Oh. Tommy saw him. And, hang on, did Tommy just speak? Mumbo's eyes widened. He hadn't uttered a word since Mumbo had gotten him to say his name. "Wait, wow. I thought Grian was lying when he told me you were talking!"

Tommy sighed as Mumbo walked to a chair. "Yep, I guess I am now."

"So, uh, how are you feeling?" Mumbo asked after he had sat down.

"Good, I guess."

There was an awkward pause.

"I can't help asking," Mumbo cut into the silence. "how exactly did you get here?"

Mumbo saw Tommy take in a breath. Was he nervous?

"I dunno."

Well, that didn't help anything. Mumbo had been pondering that question since he had first seen Tommy fall from the sky!

"Oh." Mumbo hesitated. Should he explain? If he was Tommy, he would probably want to know what had happened. And maybe sprouting some of his many theories would help jog Tommy's memory.

"So, you basically fell out of the sky. I have no idea how it happened." Mumbo started ticking theories off on his fingers. "It could have been some sort of redstone flying machine, but I didn't see anything up there. Maybe elytra? Did you have elytra? You didn't have one when you fell, much less anything in your inventory. It must have been something different. A portal, maybe? Are you from some unexplored part of the Nether? The end? But I didn't see a portal...Wait, are you an enderman? Some sort of hybrid? Did you teleport here?"

Tommy stared at Mumbo, his mouth a bit agape at his rant.

"No, you couldn't have teleported here, or at least up there. There wasn't anything to stand on. Plus, you weren't exactly conscious. At least, I don't think. Were you? Or, did you get knocked out when you hit the water?" He gasped. "Oh! You didn't die in water. Well that proves you're not an enderman. Are you a hybrid? What about some sort of bird hybrid? That's the only way you could have flown without an elytra... but where are your wings? And why haven't we seen you before? Us hermits have explored pretty much everything within our elytra's durability, so how did we not find you? Or something you had built? And, you're just a kid! You can't survive on your own!"

"Uh, yeah, I can!" Tommy cut in before Mumbo could continue. "And I'm not a kid," he stated while sticking his lip out like a kid. "I'm a man."

Mumbo chuckled. "Sure, sure. How old are you?"

"16."

What? How was he 16! Judging by appearance, Tommy looked like a really tall 14-year-old. He was far too skinny to be 16! But, on the other hand, Tommy had a look in his eyes that made him seem much older, not to mention his scars and the giant freaking slash down his chest.

"What?" Tommy asked, sounding slightly offended. Mumbo realized he'd gone silent.

"Tommy," Mumbo asked quietly. "What happened to you?"

Tommy looked slightly taken aback. "N-nothing. I'm fine."

"Then why did I find you half-dead? Why do you have so many scars? Why does it seem like someone tried to kill you?"

Tommy whispered under his breath, barely audible. "Because someone did kill me."

"What?" Sure, people killed each other on Hermitcraft, but it wasn't ever really referred to as killing. People respawned, and it was all in good fun. But it never really hurt. It never left scars. It never left someone with a haunted look in their eyes. From the way Tommy said it, death couldn't have been the same where he was from.

"Nothing." He sounded startled. "I didn't say anything."

"Tommy-"

"I didn't say anything."

Mumbo reached out a hand to comfort Tommy, to immediately have it smacked away.

"STOP"

Mumbo sat back in shock. What should he do? He didn't know what to do! Why did he always have to mess everything up?

Tommy suddenly shot his head up out of the fetal position he had curled up into, his eyes wide with alarm.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please don't hurt me." Tommy words were rushed and slightly slurred. "Please, I won't do it again. Don't hurt me, Dream. I'll be better." He trailed off, tears making tracks down his face.

"Tommy, it's okay! I'm not going to hurt you! Calm down!" Mumbo shouted, trying to stop whatever was happening. He was responded to by Tommy only curling up tighter, his eyes blank. He was mumbling something incomprehensible.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's going to be okay." Mumbo tried to think logically. What was this, and how could he fix it. Like redstone. Except with a traumatized human.

After thinking for a few precious moments, he came to the conclusion that he had no idea what was happening. This was usually when he would start over with his redstone project. But, this wasn't redstone, and he couldn't start over. Or could he?

"Hey, Tommy, can you tell me your name?" Tommy looked up briefly, pausing his mumbling.

"T-Tommy."

Okay, that was getting somewhere.

"Can you tell me my name?"

"Mumbo." His eyes were clearer now.

"Where are we?"

"H- Hermitcraft. Stress's base." Tommy took a deep breath. He looked up, his eyes now mostly clear.

"Are you okay now?" Mumbo asked gently, not wanting to startle him again.

"Yeah, I think so. Th-thank you."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm glad you're alright."

"Can I-" Tommy looked hesitant. "Can I read some more?"

Mumbo looked down at the book Tommy had left on the bed. It was one of Grian's books. He laughed inwardly. It seemed Tommy had the same amount of love for redstone as Grian! That is, absolutely none.

"Yeah, I'll leave you to that. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay!" Mumbo stood up to leave, glancing back at Tommy, who was already engrossed in the novel. Mumbo would find out who had done this to Tommy, and they would suffer.