False caught Cub right before he slammed into the ground, using her elytra and pulling up last second, managing to land while holding Cub, neither of the two hermits hurt. The other hermits dove down into the room, all gliding down using their elytras. The room was dark, barely any light to help aid the hermits, most stumbling through the dark room.

Cub re-lit the lantern, holding the source of light above his head, the pharaoh squinting as he glanced around the room, noticing the absence of six hermits, Iskall, Grian, Tango, Doc, Cleo, and Joe.

"Hey guys?" Cub asked, his voice rather quiet as the pharaoh glanced around at the hermits, all seeming to notice the smaller group numbers. "Where's-"

"LOOK OUT!" Tango called, barely able to fly as he held a tall, German creeper in his arms. Tango ungracefully slammed into Keralis, TFC and Zedaph, the group all collapsing into a pile. "Are you guys okay?" Stress asked, helping Tango out of the pile of hermits, Tango gasping for breath as he set Doc down, the creeper wincing in pain.

"What happened to him..?" Ren asked, studying Doc's pale expression, the German holding his bloody chest in pain. Stress quickly began examining the wound, the diamond sword had gone through his stomach, a gory sight indeed.

"He tried to attack Mumbo, but he ended up getting stabbed in the chest.." Tango quickly explained, glancing around at the hermits and the dark room which they were seemingly trapped in.

"Where are we..?" Impulse asked, taking a few steps forward, Before TFC grabbed the redstoner by the collar of his shirt, yanking him backwards before he could activate a pressure plate. Tin let out a relived sigh, relaxing his shoulders a bit. Tango meticulously moved through the room, careful not to activate any more hidden plates that peppered the floors.

"Mumbo said something about this being a redstone maze..If we can get through, we'll find everyone..and if not-" Tango was interrupted by the sound of a pressure plate clicking underneath his foot, the block he was standing on suddenly retracting and attempting to drop Tango in a pit of spikes.

Jevin had watched this happen, quickly reacting and grabbing Tango's hand before he fell, Tango now hanging in a one-block hole, above a pit of rusty spikes, Jevin struggling to hold on. "A little help?!" The blue slime asked, Wels running over and grabbing Tango's other hand, the two pulling him out of the hole before he could fall to his death.

"That was too close...we need to be more careful." Keralis said, looking around the dark room, most hermits having fearful expressions stuck on their face, it was almost impossible not to be afraid, their friend had mentally snapped.

"There's a note here.." False noticed, picking up a crumpled piece of paper off the ground, straightening out the wrinkled paper ball and studying the ink-smudges and sloppy handwriting, Mumbo barely caring for neatness anymore. False began to read the note in her head, Zedaph, Ren, and Stress all looking over her shoulder and attempting to read along.

"The note says that one of these pressure plates will open the door and let us out.." False spoke quietly, the other hermits looking to one another, then at the countless plates on the ground, practically landmines at this point. "But one of the pressure plates will activate TNT that will blow this room to bits.."

"And the others?" TFC asked, glancing at the pit of bloody spikes, the spot where Tango was almost killed. False gripped the paper in her gloved hands, clearly upset as she continued to read the crumpled paper, trying to make out the writing that was covered in ink and blood.

"They'll set off smaller traps, but they'll still kill us.." False said grimly, the hermits all going quiet as the room was filled with sorrow and dread. If they failed, then everyone would most likely die, the hermits stuck in a inescapable demise of this goes wrong. Yet if they succeed, what will happen? They'll have to risk their lives yet again? They'll be forced to try and rescue the others, before getting killed, or watching their friends get killed?

One thing was for certain.

Someone was going to die.

~~~~~

"What do you want with us Mumbo..?" Iskall asked quietly, holding their knees to their chest, as Mumbo circled around the two hermits, his eyes glowing with hatred, yet his smile was sinister and devilish. Mumbo simply laughed, coming from behind Grian and Iskall, wrapping his arms around the two hermit's neck and slightly choking them, as the redstoner continued to laugh. He tugged the two hermits close, in a way hugging them, yet both Grian and Iskall were incredibly afraid as Mumbo let go, holding his hands behind his back, glaring at the two.

"Well I wouldn't want my two best friends to get hurt, now would I?" Mumbo said, smiling at the uncomfortable hermits, Grian nervously shifting in his seat as Mumbo continued to pace in circles around the two.

"What are you doing to them down there..?" Iskall asked in a low voice, Mumbo chuckling once more as he adjusted his tie, completely ignoring Doc's blood that stained his hands, suit, and face.

"Oh nothing. Just a couple traps, I could have done much worse. It's just useless, none of them will make it out alive." He said, the crazed Redstoner pulling out the remote once more, his thumb hovering above a large red button, Mumbo's insane grin spreading to the ends of his face.

"I want them to at least try to get the others out of their little prison." Mumbo explained, suddenly shoving the remote back in his pocket and continuing to pace around Iskall and Grian, his hands in his pockets. "It'll be more fun that way, I might as well make the most of the other hermits before they die.."

"They'll make it out! They'll get out and stop you Mumbo!" Grian said, quickly standing up and stomping his foot in anger. Mumbo pulled out his sword, narrowing his eyes at Grian as he pressed the tip of his weapon against the builder's neck, a bit of blood trickling down the sword.

"Sit back down." Mumbo spat, a happy smile forming on the ends of his face as Grian obeyed, sitting back down on the grass below him. Mumbo stabbed his weapon into the ground, leaning on the sword as he let out a happy chuckle.

"I'm glad you listened Grian. I would hate to have eliminated you, like I'll eliminate the others." Mumbo said with a laugh, his voice much calmer then before.

"Eliminate...?" Iskall questioned, Mumbo smiling as he grabbed the two once more, hugging them yet again.

"Oh yes! They all BROKE ME! They made me feel like utter rubbish. So why should I care about them?" Mumbo snapped, letting out yet another round of insane laughter, the crazy hermit smiling at both Iskall and Grian, as Mumbo pulled out the small remote yet again, hitting the bright red button before throwing the remote onto the ground, destroying it under his foot, to prevent anyone from stopping what he had created.

"I'll be giving the two of you a front row seat.

Now let's sit back, and enjoy the demise of the hermits."