Mumbo was being manipulated.
He hated it.
Oh how much he hated it.

He was being used. In such a wretched way. The fiery anger bubbling inside his chest, it was killing the Redstoner slowly. He knew that it couldn't be stopped, but He only shoved all his emotions to the side. He was also trying to keep his friends out of his mind, It only hurt him, the pain in his mind so real. He didn't know how Ex took control, but he did, and that made the Redstoner fear for his mental state.

What was going to happen? Was he going to have to hurt his friends? Why him? What did they want with Bdubs and Scar?

So many questions.
So little time.

So much mental pain.
So little time.

So many struggles.
So little time.

Mumbo doesn't know what to do. If he fights the two, then Hels and Ex will make sure that he suffers, along with everyone Mumbo cares about. But if he silently follows along, then the server we be broken, burned to the ground as well. He couldn't make a choice, Mumbo didn't know what to do anymore. His raw anger burned his skin, making Mumbo dig his nails into his skin. Normally Mumbo doesn't show his anger, just ignoring the simple feeling. But this time he couldn't. His friends were in danger, his family was in danger.

But what could he do?

Tell everyone?

Try to help?

He felt useless. Completely broken. He couldn't help. He couldn't say anything. He couldn't do anything right. Mumbo couldn't do the simplest things. He couldn't protect his loved ones, he couldn't fight for hermitcraft. He was utterly useless.

So much anger burned the Redstoner. He couldn't control what was going to happen, he couldn't protect everyone. He just had to listen to the stupid bitches who pulled him along on a leash. They really tried to break him, and Mumbo couldn't take it much longer. If he did anything, everything was over. He was torn, the Redstoner wanting to fight, but wanting to make sure everyone was okay.

Was he stupid for feeling like this? Becoming stuck in between the two sides. The anger clawed at Mumbo's stomach, crawling up his throat and stabbing his insides. Agony and struggle was the only thing Mumbo could feel, and he didn't know how to think about it. What could he do to stop this awful feeling? What could he say to escape this living hell? How could he manage to find a way to save everyone?

Was there really a way?

It didn't seem like it.

Mumbo wanted to curl into a ball and cry. What did he do to deserve this? What did Mumbo do to make his life a nightmare? Why, why did he have to exist? Why did he have to suffer? Every. Waking. Moment.

Everything that Hels and Ex had said banged around Mumbo's skull. He knew their plan, he could stop it. By why wouldn't he? Why wouldn't Mumbo say something? Why couldn't the Redstoner Step out of the shadows and help?

Because he was scared.
Terrified, actually.

So much pressure rested on his shoulder. Mumbo could barely process what was happening, why he was feeling like this. His head hurt, so bad. It was either from his lack of sleep, or the mental struggle he was going through. Either way, Mumbo couldn't think straight, so much struggle and panic rushing through his head, like a cold wave of water that had slammed into the Redstoner.

"MUMBO!"

Fear jolted through Mumbo's body, his legs turning stiff. He couldn't move, his arms shaking in fear as he dropped his shulker box of supplies. Mumbo had been collecting the list from his storage in his base, but when he heard Iskall's voice, he couldn't help but shake. Mumbo could hear Iskall's anger, and the Redstoner was genuinely scared for what was about to come. The mustached hermit tried to calm down, not moving as he began to speak, trying to steady his shaking voice.

"Y-yes..?"
"Where is Ex and Hels? That prison you told us about..?"

"W-well...I-I can't tell you that.."

"Mumbo, this is super important. Turn around and tell us where the fucking prison is!"

"I-....."

Mumbo was grabbed by the shoulders, slammed against the wall of chests. So many weapons were pointed at the innocent Redstoner, and he was honestly scared.

"Where are they?!" Vintage Beef called, waving his sword in the air.

"We need to stop them!" Tango cried, pulling a splash potion of harming out from his inventory.

"We've waisted enough time!" False screamed, pointing her bow directly at Mumbo's head.

The screams only got worse.
People shaking Mumbo.
Cussing at him.
Slapping him when he didn't respond.
They knew.
They knew that Mumbo wasn't acting right.

Mumbo cried.
He just let the tears fall.
Barely saying a word.
When the hermits saw this, they didn't know what to say. Most just slowly backed away, others continued to scream in anger. Mumbo bit his tongue, refusing to say anything.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!" Doc screamed, cussing at the Redstoner over and over again in German.

The hermits who didn't leave continuously shamed Mumbo, slapping him as well, trying to get him to talk. Mumbo only took the beatings, smiling as the tears fell. He had to put on a brave face, to protect them all. The dark thoughts stung Mumbo's head, mind numbing headaches coming as a result. So much pain and anxiety swarmed around Mumbo's mind, but he didn't say anything.

He only stood.
His feet practically glued to the floor.
Letting the hermits continue to scream at him.

He had to protect them.
He had to protect them all.