"This is what I wanted..."

"So why am I unhappy?"

"Why did I do this?"

"They did nothing wrong..."

"What is wrong with me...?"

"They can't survive much longer, m-maybe I still have a chance to-"

"No. I did what had to be done."

"They weren't my friends."

"They were never my friends."

"They lied to me, they hurt me."

Mumbo looked down at his hands. Dry blood stained his clothes and hands, he was on his knees, crying on the trapdoor where Grian and Iskall had fallen into his trap. He wiped the salty tears that ran down his cheeks, heavily breathing as his emotions conflicted with one another.

The insane male looked to the chest that Grian and Iskall had looked through his stuff, Mumbo standing up and moving over to the storage box. He rummaged through the weapons and TNT, pulling out a netherrite axe and a couple of potions that he had stolen when Hels and Ex had burned to death.

"If you want something done right, then you need to do it yourself.."

~~~

"Gri....?" Iskall choked out with a sickly cough, the Swede covering their mouth as they continued to gag, sitting up in the dark pit the two were stuck in. Iskall continued to cough and wheeze until Grian was able to open his eyes, the back of his head bleeding from the impact. His vision was hazy, but the builder could see red staining Iskall's hand, which immediately caused Grian to shoot up and grab the Swede's wrist, inspecting the blood.

"Grian I'm fine-" the Swede was cut off by their own choking and gagging once more, Iskall pulling away from Grian and covering their mouth as they continued to choke out blood. The builder watched in horror as Iskall's face drained of color, they seemed to be getting worse by the second.

"Iskall, are you alright..?" Grian asked as he dreaded the Swede's sad look, Iskall flinching as they lifted their arm, their sleeve torn and bloody. Shot in Iskall's arm was a tipped arrow, potion particles swirling around the wound.

"There are traps down here.." Iskall said with caution before breaking into a coughing fit once more, Grian spotting a pressure plate near Iskall that the Swede must have landed on, which must have activated the trap.

"We need to remove that poisonous arrow before you get any worse.." Grian mumbled as he grabbed Iskall's wrist, steadily gripping the wooden part of the arrow and carefully extracting it from Iskall's arm. The Swede flinched in pain as the arrow was removed, although they let out a sigh of relief once Grian dropped the bloody arrow to the ground.

"It shouldn't get much worse now... Right?" Grian asked while hopelessly looking at the Swede, who didn't look any better, Iskall's pale exterior and weak figure getting sicker by the second.

"Can you stand..?" Grian asked as he tried to help Iskall to their feet, the Swede having to lean on Grian for support. Their legs shook before Iskall fell to there knees, barely able to move as they continued to choke and wheeze painfully.

"I-Iskall?" Grian caught the Swede before they collapsed, Iskall struggling to breathe. The builder rummaged through his inventory, his important weapons and armor had been taken away when Mumbo had tied him up, but Grian still had a few materials on him.

Grian threw together a lousy wooden pickaxe, mining a bit of coal that was sticking out of the wall. The builder managed to spot a few traps and pressure plates, destroying them before they could be triggered. He let out a sigh as he took the lumps of coal in his arms and dropped them into a pile with wood and sticks.

He started a small campfire near Iskall, the Swede slightly choking in his partially-conscious state. The flames grew and allowed the two hermits to warm themselves by the fire, Grian waiting nervously for Iskall to wake up.

~~~

Cub, Stress, TFC, Cleo, and Joe all ran into the second room, the piston door behind them closing as fast as they entered. The room was filled with heat, the hall made of blackstone, which seemed to lead to a glowing room up ahead. There was no pressure plates or tripwires, but  the group of hermits were careful nonetheless.

"I'll go first incase there's any hidden traps," TFC volunteered, although the group shared confused and scared looks with one another. They wanted to stop the older hermit, but he was already halfway down the hall, no traps anyway in the long hall. "I think it's safe!"

The others joined TFC as they entered the large room that had illuminated the hallway, the heat rising as the hermits took notice of the lava pool that sat under a cage, where GoodTimesWithScar was sitting, his back to the group as he mumbled underneath his breath, seemingly speaking to himself.

"Scar?!" Cub called out as he pushed through the group, stepping forward and onto a small trap, a rope tying around his leg and pulling the pharaoh up, causing him to dangle from the ceiling. The mayor looked up from the floor of his cage, tears running down his face as he looked at the group.

"Y-you came for me!" He noted happily, smiling as the hermits ran through the room, searching for a way to get both Scar and Cub down from their traps. The mayor's cell was slowly lowering into lava, making him a priority as Cub tried to free his leg from the rope that held him.

"Anyone have water? A fire resistant potion maybe?" Joe asked the large group, who all shook their heads sadly. Scar suddenly remembered his encounter with Mumbo when he was put in the cage, looking over at the buttons where Mumbo had activated the cage, the mayor pointing at them to alert the other hermits.

"Guys, that's the buttons that Mumbo used to start lowering my cage! Try using that!" Scar suggested to the group, Cleo running over to press the mess of controls and buttons. She was confused by the wall of buttons, hesitating before pressing one of the buttons on the blackstone wall. Tin jumped as the floor opened underneath him, Stress grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him out of the way before he fell into the pit of lava.

"T-thanks kid...I owe you one.." TFC thanks stress with a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead as he looked down at the pit of lava that he stood on the edge of. Cleo pressed a few more buttons, which shot arrows at Cub while he dangled, most missing but one cutting through the rope and causing Cub to fall, Joe running to try and catch him, although the pharaoh simply fell on Joe to break his fall.

"I'll find the right button!" Cleo yelled to the hermits, Scar panicking as the heat continued to rise, the cage slowly growing closer to the lava.

"Uh, p-please hurry it up a bit!" Scar urged the undead girl, Cleo panicking a bit before hitting one more button, the cage stopping a second before the floor touched lava, allowing everyone to breath a sigh of relief. Cub bolted to the cage and cut the lock off, opening the cage and helping Scar out of the cage with tears in his eyes.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" Cub said happily while hugging Scar as he can, although he paused, his happy expression fading as he looked at the figure standing in the doorway.

"Well, wasn't this nice?" Mumbo asked as he examined his axe, looking up at the terrified hermits with a smile on his face.

"Now, it seems like my little traps haven't been working too well. Looks like I'll be taking care of you myself..."