Grian took in a deep breath. It felt good to be outside for a change. To be free again.

It was about a week after Mumbo and Iskall's first visit, and Doc had finally let Grian leave the bed and walk outside. 

And it felt amazing.

If Grian wanted, he could do almost anything he wanted, except fly. His wings were still healing, but physically, he'd pretty much completely recovered. He'd found a way to hide his horns in his hair, and was ready to set off to Iskall's base.

"Thank you Doc." His words were brief, but meaningful. Doc and Scar had practically - and literally - brought him back from the dead. 

Doc nodded. "It's no problem. Now prepare yourself, spawn island may still be trapped from the demise game."

"I know, but even if I die, I'll still be in the same place." Grian grinned. "I'll be fine."

Doc smiled. "Well, the bed's broken and your stuffs in the Ender chest. Whenever you're ready."

Grian glanced down into the chasm in front of him. Doc had said that the quickest way to the old lands was by heading to spawn island, so Grian put his stuff in an Ender chest, Doc had broken the bed, then they dug a deep hole for Grian to jump into, since fall damage was the least painful way of dying.

"Well, let's do this." Grian jumped.

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He opened his eyes, and sure enough, he was lying on his back on spawn island.

"That was quick." Grian pulled himself to his feet and winced a little. He'd forgotten how uncomfortable it was to not spawn on a bed. "Now to get to Iskall's..." He quickly hopped into the nether portal and fund himself in the nether hub. He roamed around the map, trying to remember where Iskall's base was.

Once he found the portal, he hopped through and almost crashed into Iskall, who apparently was just leaving.

"Oh, hi Grian." Iskall helped Grian up. "So you've gotten the okay from Doc and Scar?"

Grian nodded. "And I feel great. I was just heading over here to find you. I think it's time to figure out, well, this." He guestered at his wings.

"Sounds good, I was just about to look for Mumbo anyways." Iskall nodded. "You can stay here, I'll grab our mustched friend." He hopped into his portal. "Oh and don't touch the redstone!"

Grian watched as Iskall vanished into the nether. "Like that'll stop me." He chuckled. Iskall better hope his button and levers are well hidden, because Grian had an issue with pushing things.

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"Hey Mumbo!"

"Oh." Iskall landed at the entrance to Mumbo's AFK bunker. "He's AFK, isn't he." Iskall approached the keypad at the door. Had Mumbo at least changed the combination? Iskall punched in the code that had worked previously. 1234.

"No, you haven't." Iskall mumbled, entering the bunker and approaching the redstoner. "Alright, time to pull you outta this."

He put his hands on Mumbo's shoulders, and woke him the only way he knew how.

By shaking him.

There wasn't really a better way. Going AFK basically meant the Hermit was in a self-induced, sleep-like state. It was a bit like daydreaming, but it lasted for days. The Hermit could snap themself out of it at will, but it was difficult for outside people to do it.

So shaking was the best option.

"Hmmm- wha?" Mumbo muttered wearlily. "What's going on?"

"Mumbo, wake up."

Mumbo blinked and had to take a moment to get his bearings. "Did you seriously yank me out of AFK?" He asked Iskall.

"Yep! Now we got a meeting to do. Grian's recovered."

"Oh. Oh good! I guess it's time to figure things out." Mumbo seemed a bit more awake.

"Well, come on bro." Iskall grabbed Mumbo's hand and pretty much dragged him to the nether portal. "I bed Grian's broken something by now."

"You left him at your base, didn't you."

"...yeah, I left him at my base."

Mumbo laughed. "Let's hope your redstone's well hidden then."