Can't stop the feeling! So just dance, dance, dance.

The custom alarm clock sang the tune, one of the most energetic in Mumbo's opinion. It didn't matter that the alarm was going off, he was already awake. Most of his friends weren't morning people, which Mumbo didn't quite understand. Who didn't like the sun shining on your face when it rose? Well when the sun was out.

Welcome to England, the land of tea and rain. Except Mumbo liked coffee, an American drink, and he loved the sun.

Mumbo had a lot that he did, including making Youtube videos of Minecraft Let's Play series. He often questioned his sanity, as on top of the daily game filming, he also did computer programming, short films, and computer science. Honestly, how did he get anything done?

He did have all of his career choices centered around one area, computers and filming. Unlike his neighbor, Grian, who somehow ended up as a biologist and a gaming youtuber.

Thankfully, he had a decent income, so he able to invest his spare time into classic cars, a rather expensive hobby.

Most of his time was spent on the Hermitcraft Server, a whitelist of close Youtubers. To say it was fun was an understatement. The hermits made massive builds, pranked each other, and survived in the world of Minecraft. 

Mumbo grabbed his coffee and sat down at his computer, ready to start work on his giant Death Star, as it was dubbed. He was halfway into the season, so he didn't have to worry to much about dying, since he had full enchanted gear.

The Minecraft world opened slower than usual, making Mumbo restart it. However, he could not restart it. Thinking that his screen was frozen, Mumbo pushed the power button to force restart it. That didn't work either.

Frowning, Mumbo looked at the computer with apprehension. Something was definitely wrong. The power plug was the last thing that could redeem his computer, so Mumbo pulled it. 

The screen stayed as bright as ever, the game still loading, striking fear into Mumbo's heart. It loaded suddenly, sending a shockwave of white light into the room. Looking down at himself, Mumbo noticed his body was disintegrating into millions of pixels, then getting sucked into the computer.

That's not good. Mumbo didn't have time for anymore thoughts, as the last of his body was sucked into the computer, which promptly shut off.

-^.,-

"Wha- what happened?" Mumbo looked down at his hands, normal, but his clothes had changed. Instead of his T-Shirt and jeans, he was now wearing a top notch suit, complete with a tie. "Out of all the outfits, I had to choose a guy in a business suit." Mumbo grumbled to himself. "That must mean..." He felt his face, practically laughing when he felt the facial hair. He had a mustache!

"Mumbo?" A voice came from next to him, swamped in blocky grass. "Is that you?"

It sounded like Grian, but Mumbo got up just to check. "Yeah, it's me. Is that you Grian?"

"Who else would it be? Are we in Minecraft?" Grian was lying flat on the ground, in his red sweater and trousers. "I can see! Without glasses!"

Mumbo laughed for real this time and helped his friend up. "I think there are some people over there." He said pointing towards more grass, in which he saw movement.

To their great surprise, when Grian and Mumbo came to the grass, they found Xisuma, Scar, and False. It appeared that the others had just gone through being disoriented, as when Xisuma saw them, he sighed.

"This helmet is really hard to see in." Xisuma took the helmet off and tossed it away. "As weird as this is, if we are in Minecraft, we need shelter. This is quite dangerous, and the sun is already on the rise.

"Trees!" Scar leaped up and prepared to go collect wood, but he was held back by False.

"Hold on, rapscallion. We all know your clumsy tendencies, so you aren't going alone."

Grian piped in. "Plus there are creepers in that dark forest. I imagine those are going to hurt."

They all kind of sank under the weight of the situation. The few hermits who had logged on were trapped in the game until they presumably beat the Dragon and went through the portal.