summary of the previous part: The events are happening 4 years after Grian escaped the watchers. He had a flashback from before the time when he was taken by the Watchers and what genuinely happened is that the watchers burned his home server and the all of his friends are dead (no, this isn't EVO sorry to disappoint you guys). Only Mumbo was able to escape (he was the only member of the server to escape the watchers grip) and he was taken in by Xisuma with the other hermits in season two. At the end, Grian finally got his revenge and kills the Head Watcher (and all of the Watchers in general), blows the whole thing up and goes back in living to his hermit (no pun intended) lifestyle.

Sorry there was no updates for a bit. I have no excuse, I was probably lazy or just scared because I am realising how much better this would be if it was an animatic.

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Hello hello

Grian sat at the table of his secrete bunker,  staring the little memory he had from his naive past captured in a small photograph; it was a young boy in a red sweater and a raven-haired boy, who wore the school uniform. The little picture, which was the size of a grown-man's palm, was really old; probably made over 14 years ago. And yet, nothing was damaged over the years (this may or may not be because he kept it safe from the Watchers).

He still couldn't believe that he finally escaped the hell-hole he was trapped in for 10 really, really long years. Grian (who had many scars scattered along his face as in a mark of his suffers) had finally done it, he had killed the head Watcher! He was so done with them! He was done with life in general. He didn't want to be here any second longer. but....

"I'm not where I'm supposed to be" he said to himself, "I hope that you're missing me" if you were watching him from the side, you'd he's gone mad from boredom, but he was actually saying all this to a figure he longingly wished he could see again (the little boy in the photo).

He wore a suit (maybe it was his school uniform, Grian couldn't remember now). The man in the photo was smiling with his glistening white teeth. Behind the boy stood another figure, a figure that Grian wanted to return too; a figure that was innocent, pure, and full of hope, someone that was only worried about keeping the little boy's toothy grin forever.

Someone that used to be him.

'Cause it makes me feel young. 

He wanted to be the innocent little child, worrying only about his friend's and his little brother.

But that man was long-gone, replaced by a monster, by a killing machine, by a cold-blooded murderer that commits mass murder only because he felt like it.

his stomach twisted in disgust.

There was a sudden knock on the door, which make Grian stand up quickly and pull out his weapon. He slowly approached the dark and battered wooden door and opened it, taking out a poised dagger and loading his crossbow in the process.

The door slowly creaked open to reveal something......something he'd never believe it if he hadn't seen it for himself.

There was a sound of braking china, as the crossbow and knife fell out off his hands and clashed on the cold endstone flood.

Grian POV

"Hello, hello" the being said calmly. My heart skips a beat, it is him.

He's just like I remember him, his dirty blonde hair, sea-blue eyes that were filled with life and joy, the red sweater that was full of life.

"Last time that I saw your face" I started, I reached my hand to.....to try and see if he's real, to make sure, to be sure it's not just an image that's lost in my brain.

"Was recess in second grade" said with a toothy-grin with all-white and perfect teeth.

I reach out for the red sweater and felt it my hand. My eyes widen as the smooth cloth engulfed my fingers, making them young and smooth. The sudden feeling of the cloth sent shivers down my spine (don't sexualise this) and then suddenly, it left my body. I look up, letting out a breath that I didn't even know I was keeping. 

And it made me feel young

I look up and the figure just slowly backed away. my fingers became old, ruff and battered again. I didn't feel my body at all, a weird lump grew in my chest. I felt like my body left me behind like an empty shell and was going to chase after the young me.

He was a fair distance away when I realised I was craving for the touch (again please don't sexualise it). I WANTED to feel young again, I WANTED to be him, I WANTED to go home. Before even thinking a second time, I ran after him. I ran as fast as my not-so-long legs would take me.

Growing up it made me numb

Weird numbness fell over my body as I turned a corner to find it just standing there. A smile that could lit the stars was upon his face. I take a deep breath to some-what calm myself down and slow down my heart that was pounding in my chest.

The numbness grew more and more as I took weak steps toward him. I lost the feelings in my legs a long time ago.

"if you ever die, it will be the same way you lived, meaning it would be a stupid death." These words echoed in my head. Sure this wasn't the best phrasing I would use but seeing the situation now, I see why they would say so. Dying of exhaustion from running after a potential hallucination does sound pretty stupid.

And I want to feel something again

"Won't you help me sober up" I tell him, my voice was hoarse and dry, making it sound as if I was an old frail grandma. To my surprise, the thing didn't say anything and just smiled, a tear escaping his eye.

"All the big kids they are drunk" he said with a hiccup at the end.

I fell to the floor, not being able to move my legs anymore (look, I know how weird it sounds but just imagine that they ran for like 5 miles, 8km, at top speed).

I took  a raspy breath, took all my might, and croaked out "And I want to feel something again" I tried to look up at them, with a pleading smile that only asked for help, "Won't you help me feel something again" It came up to me, looked down at me and only then I saw the purple tint in his eyes.

It never said anything, it just raised his hands and a pure-golden portal appeared underneath me. The last thing I heard was a faint "How's it go again?"

~meanwhile in hermitcraft~

Goodbye goodbye

Mumbo still remembers the day he lost his brother, vividly.

I said to my bestest buds

How they were in such a hurry that he didn't even have time for a proper goodbye.

We said that we'd keep in touch

Mumbo lost all sense of hope of seeing him ever again.

And we did our best

he remembers sobbing silently into X's shoulder as he took him through the portal, he remembers how he was met with a worried, yet so warm welcome.

oh, no one new how much he wanted to get rid of those memories.

All my new friends

It wasn't all that bad, in fact there were memories he was quite fond off; meeting Iskall, laugh at how much Scar died, working on different projects with the other hermits.

We smiled at party time

Nothing goes smooth straight away though, he had trouble being comfortable with the hermits. He was still a very young age, in fact he was 10, and had to grow up really quickly, not all the hermits would be able to babysit him all the time and he has to take care of himself.

But soon we forgot to smile

As the middle of the season approached fast, the hermits stopped talking as often as they used to. Don't get me wrong, they all had server events, weekly hangouts just so they can catch up with each other, but Mumbo just felt empty without Israel or Stress being there with him all the time.

At anything else

All hope was lost, it was already the 6th day of mumbo not being able to sleep properly, he actually stopped trying himself tbh. He was working all day and thought that he'd finally deserved his rest, but at the same time, a weird sensation visited him. A compulsion arose in him, he was quite irresolute on knowing what the feeling was since, for the past week or so, he felt nothing.

Won't you help me sober up

an empty shell, a body without a soul, a yin without his yang.

Growing up it made me numb

This compulsion quickly made his mind go numb, letting his instincts take over his body.

And I want to feel something again

he just wanted to find his crab (get it? like hermit crab?), he wanted to find his soul, he wanted to find his yang, he wanted to find him.

Then, there was his logical side of his brain telling him that his brother will never come back and that he was rising his hopes up for nothing.

something made him jump out of his thoughts though.

his eyes widen.

his heart pounded.

'this must be a dream' he thought to himself, as in front of him, was a figure of a young boy, it was himself in fact. The very neat suit, the already-growing moustache showing on his face.

"Won't you help me sober up" it said, his voice was just like he remembered; high pitched, sweet, and nice, "All the big kids they are drunk" it looked in the direction of what seemed to be a hermit-hangout party. Mumbo knew that some hermits were already drunk or/and doing something stupid.

"And I want to feel something again" Mumbo muttered to himself. He reached his hand out to his face, it was freezing.

mumbo shivered.

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ok, guys, sorry for not updating for literally a month! I was getting caught up in school work+ after school activities + political things that are happening right now in Russia and I am so so so SO sorry for not updating this thing properly.

As the title says, this is only half a chapter. I did this so that you guys can have something to read, sorry if you don't like this chapter. As I said in the beginning, it would make more sense as an animatic but because I am a looser, I can't do animation.

so I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope that you are having/had a good day!

-Love,

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