Bdubs> GUYS
Bdubs> WE HAVE PROBLEM
Tango> lol what's up
Joe> did you mean to say, 'We have a problem'?
Beef> what's wrong Bdubs?

Bdubs> Grian! Cleo! Helsknight said that Ex was after you! You guys need to hide!

Wels> is that where Hels went? To team up with Ex?

Bdubs> yeah, me and Doc were captured by him, but X came out of nowhere to save us

Joe> did you mean, 'Doc and I'?

Cleo> Joe I swear I will break your legs

~~~~~~~

Grian shut off his communicator before the conversation could go even more south. Was that what happened to Mumbo? Was he hurt by Ex and Hels? The small hermit sat down on his bed, gently running his hand through his hair, staring with intensity at the wooden flooring. Footsteps were coming up the stairs of his hobbit hole, causing Grian to glance around in a panic, jumping behind his bed to hide.

"G-Grian...?"

Mumbo's rough and tired voice came from the staircase, with the footsteps stopping at around the top of the steps. Grian peaked over the end of his bed, looking at the mentally exhausted hermit. Mumbo's suit was wrinkled and messy, his hair no better. His eyes were bloodshot and had dark bags hanging under them, like he hadn't slept. Mumbo ran his hand through his mustache, a small yawn escaping his lips. He sat down against the wall, shutting his eyes and mumbling a few words underneath his breath. Grian glanced around once more, making sure Mumbo was alone before he emerged from his hiding spot, lunging to Mumbo's side, the tired hermit barely paying attention to the little gremlin.

"Mumbo? Mumbo are you okay?!"

"hmmm......? I'm.....im doing alright.....I've just been really tired lately...."

"Why are you here if you're so tired..?"

"I saw the texts, it isn't safe for you to be alone.."

"Mumbo, I'm fine. But it was nice of you to worry about me."

The Redstoner didn't even respond, only slightly bobbing his head before completely passing out, collapsing on the ground. Dark green swirls flew around Mumbo's head, causing Grian to worry even more. The little Gremlin stood up, pulling Mumbo into his bed, letting the mustached hermits relax atop his mattress. It was clear Mumbo wasn't going to wake up for a while, he seemed so tired.

"I don't get it... didn't the milk work...?"

"You really think we'd let milk get in the way of our potion effects?"

Grian whipped around, pulling his sword out of his inventory and pointing it directly at Ex's neck, the admin's brother barely even flinching, holding his posture as he studied Grian. Ex lightly smiled from behind his helmet, as he used one of his gloved fingers to push the sword away from his neck.

"What do you want Ex?!"

"I want you to join us, Grian. I want you to help me take control of this server! Watch it burn!"

"You're a psychopathic if you think I'd join you!"

"Oh, I knew you'd never join me willingly, which is why I made this."

Ex pulled out a splash potion, the deep crimson color shining in the torch lighting of Grian's base. The small hermit was clearly confused, mainly scared at what this newfound potion could do. He needed to stall until someone found him, he needed to make sure Ex didn't use the potion.

"So is this your plan? To potion is all into destroying the server?!"

"That would be ridiculous. I'm bringing a few select hermits to my side. And once I take control from Xisuma, I'll turn PermaDeath on, and let my hermits loose. It's better to die by the hands of your close friends, isn't it?"

"You're insane.."

"And you will be too! Isn't it beautiful?"

"Ex! Step away from Grian!"

Ex gripped the potion tighter, as the evil twin turned around, a small group of hermits flooding the upstairs. Xisuma was in TFC's arms, the admin curled up tight as his waist was wrapped in bloody bandages. Ren stood holding a bow and arrow, with Keralis and Iskall holding Diamond swords, their weapons pointed directly at Ex. He slowly lowered his potion, backing into a corner, with all the hermits closing in on him.

"I could turn you all crazy! Right here, right now!"

"EX!"

All attention was turned towards the staircase, where Hels was running up, quickly loading a red tipped arrow, he pointed it directly at TFC's head, causing all the hermits to slowly back up, Hels joining Ex's side.

"That's right! Stay back..."

Iskall growled while gripping tight to their sword, but nobody moved, with Ex and Hels having the advantage, being able to throw a potion and knock everyone out in a matter of seconds. Ex lazily saluted the hermits, him and Hels escaping while still holding tight to their weapons. Even when they were gone, nobody seemed to move, too afraid to at least.

"Did....did we just let them get away...?"
"More importantly, what happened to Xisuma?!?"

TFC showed off the tired admin in his arms, Grian watching as his pale expression was revealed to all, X's helmet no longer over his head. Iskall wasn't interested in the admin, they were watching as Mumbo lay fast asleep in Grian's bed, the tall hermit's legs practically dangling off Grian's small bed. Grian walked over, placing a hand on the Swede's shoulder.

"Is he....?"
"He said something about being completely exhausted before passing out. Not to mention these potion particles."

TFC glanced over, his frown deepening as he glanced from Mumbo to Xisuma, letting out a heavy breath.

"I don't mean to alarm anyone, but Mumbo and X have the same particles flying around their heads. So whatever Ex did to Mumbo, Ex did the same to Xisuma."

"This isn't good, we barley know what happened to them! What are we going to do?!?"

Everyone glanced at one another, all eyes quickly darting from the unconscious hermits to each other, before Grian took a small step forward, his eyes still fixated on Mumbo.

"We're going to have to help them, no matter what."