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Ship: platonic Grumbo and platonic Mumskall (not much of it but it's there)

TW:

-blood
-killing
-death
-dead bodies
the usual

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~many years ago~

"Mum! Dad! Grian! I'm home-" a young boy came back home to find a horrifying sense that cursed his eyes. 

Blood. 

Blood everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling. Two dead bodies were lying in the middle of a doorway, and a small figure was huddled up in a corner, covering himself up with small wings. "wha- Grian!" The boy ran up to the small figure.

As he approached, the figure shot his head up. Cold, blood-red eyes met the boy's brown ones and blood was dripping slowly out of it's mouth. "Grian..." tears were swelling up in the boy's eyes. Grian averted his eyes as tears started to pour down his face and his wings tensed even more, "mumby! I'm sowy! I-I-I lost contwol! Sowwy! I- I nevew w-wanted this to happen-" Grian started to choke on his own words. The boy (Mumbo), just came up closer and hugged him. "I didn't want this to happen- I nevew wanted it to happen- I- I undewstand if you'll give me to the- to the people with swowds..." There was only pain and guilt in Grian's eyes.

This made Mumbo brake down, "no one is going to hurt you. I'll make sure of it."

"but what if I huwt you too?" stray tears were prickling in his eyes. Mumbo scrambled in his pocket before finding a bamboo muzzle. "I really don't want to put you into a muzzle but if you want to, then I won't disagree..."

Grian took the muzzle in his small hands and set in his mouth. Mumbo would lie if he said that Grian didn't look adorable in the muzzle.

~8 years later~

Mumbo was leaving the portal of Hermitcraft season 3; happy, with a sense of accomplishment in his soul. It was already the end of the season, which means he now has to stay at the hub for about a month so that Xisuma could make a new world for them to play on. He was really exited, as he would be having a friend over at his house, but at the same time, he was extremely terrified.

Terrified of what will happen if he found Grian.

You see, Mumbo left Grian at his personal house while he was at Hermitcraft (though he was visiting the demon ever week or so). It was unsafe to bring the being onto the server, he knew how brutal people could be and how unforgiving some of the members are.

Grian, still having the bamboo muzzle on him, was really nervous. He haven't eat- SEEN another human for ages and he was really hung- EXCITED AND NERVOUS.

Grian shook his head, laying on the bed in his small, plain room. Why was he thinking these things? Humans are friends, not food. Humans are family, not food. Don't hurt humans.

Don't hurt humans.

Don't hurt humans.

Don't hurt humans.

The thought repeated over and over again. His room had no sunshine, as it would burn his ghostly-pale skin; he was scared to leave his room as he thought that someone might seen him through the windows and that would get Big Brother into trouble; he was scared to think what might happen to Big Brother's friend if he lost control again.

God dammit, why is life so complicated?

~stole the camera man for 3 days~

There was a knock on the door. Mumbo came to open it. He was greeted by a man, who was about a head shorter than him, wearing a green hoodie with a woodland-brown backpack.

"Iskall! It's so good to see you!" Mumbo engulfed the man at the door in a big hug.

they both entered the house. Iskall tensed slightly at the small sense of a demon was coming from the house. Mumbo turned around to Iskall and looked at him. "hey, you ok, mate?"

"yeah, I'm fine, just thought that there was a strange smell." Iskall laughed it off.

Mumbo gave Iskall a house tour and showed him the room were he'd be staying. It was medium sized room that was on the second floor. It had a large window that came out of a beautiful view on the hub and a blue double bed that lay parallel to the window. A small walk-in wardrobe to change with birch shelves and defiantly zero diorite.

"just remember; the basement is strictly forbidden" Mumbo said in a strictly manner, "I'm serious. It's out of bounds to everyone. I don't even go there myself! when I bought this place they said not to go into the basement" Mumbo hoped that his lie was believable enough.

iskall nodded, but couldn't help but feel suspicious of his friend. If he knew Mumbo well, which he did, then Mumbo was probably lying. But why would he lie? He'll have to think of this later...

~Time skip a few weeks~

POV: Grian

I've been laying still of my bed for god knows how long...My body weak, my eyelids heavy, my hair messy.

There's been this new sent that was walking around the house...a new human sent. Every time I would think of it, my hunger would rise, my vision would turn red, my body would go on something like auto pilot.

But I couldn't leave the basement...it's for Big Brother's sake. I can't let him down...not now...not like this...

I close my eyes, letting my body relax. My tense wings fall limp behind me. I burry my face into the pillow. the soft material felt welcoming against my soft, pale skin. Deep breath in...long breath out...

My consciousness started to slip away when the most precious smell got into my system.

The metallic tang went easily made my mouth water...my senses rise and my vision turns red. The smell of rust lay comfortably in my mouth as I slowly get up. I raise my hand to open the door, only to find out that it's locked. Anger boiled inside of me and I punch a whole through the disgusting spruce wood.

wait...what am I doing?

doesn't matter...as long as I get to the source of that smell, nothing matters

A small growl like noise emmets from the deaths of my throat, only to be muffled by this stupid muzzle.

oh when i get my hands onto some food...

My stomach growled loudly as I silently made my way upstairs. The smell got only stronger and my mouth started to drool all over the bamboo covering my mouth. My fangs bit harder into the woody grass.

I couldn't even see colours anymore, just the smell of red and the colour red. Anything that was different spiked anger inside of me. My figures twitch and they dig into my palms. My sharp talons started to let out some purple liquid out of them and it traced down and onto the floor.

Step...Step...Step...

I saw him. Without a second thought I lunged at him. The smell being overwhelming and too good not to suck out. There was a cry of pain and my talons dug into the shoulders of the poor victim, spilling even more blood out. My teeth grit even harder, trying to bite through the muzzle,  more drool spilling out.

The smell of blood reached my nose, making me go wild again. It's like a drug to me. I can't resist it. I haven't eaten in so long...

Before I could do anything else, I jolt back, more purple liquid spilling out of my stomach now. i look down to find a sword being plunged into me. I look right in the eye of my food. Anger boiled in me as I rip out the sword; the hole that it left in me regenerating in a blink of an eye.

I took a step towards them, ripping out the muzzle from my mouth.

God it felt so good.

I growl, my fangs showing off in their full glory. I look in the face of my food when I heard a voice behind me.

"Grian...please...snap out of it" A hand was placed on my shoulder. I turn around to see Big brother...

wait...what am I doing? Why am I here? what have I done?

I start to look around, wishing to find anything that would look familiar, only to find walls covered in blood. Two bodies lay motionless on the ground in front of me. Their gaze looked forever mortified and scared as all the blood that was left in them was slowly dripping down onto the wooden floor. I took a shaky sigh, stepping away from the body and shaking my head.

I fall onto the floor, grasping my head and shaking uncontrollably.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Not again not again not again not again.....

Tears started to roll down my face. I don't want this to happen. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean this to happen!

I let out a scream of agony and pain. Why was I feeling this why? I wasn't hurt? Why am I here? I can't be back here! Not again not again not again not again not agai-

"Grian...it's ok, you're safe right now. You're with me, Big Brother is here to protect you...You survived that...you lived through that...it's far behind you, it's already gone..." A small voice reached me.

"i'm sowy! i'm sowy! i'm sowy!" i kept repeating over and over and over again...

Why does this happen to me? Why can't I just keep a dumb promise!

"I know you're sorry, Grian. It's ok, it's in the past...it's can't hurt you" Big Brother's gentle voice reached my ears.

I look around, only to find myself in the same blooded room, with the same two bodies laying in the middle of it. 

"Grian, can I touch you?"  He asked, "Grian, can you nod for me if I can touch you?"

I make out a small nod. My talons started to dig into my arms as I protectively hug myself. a much-larger-than-mine hand started to carefully and gently pull away my hands from my shoulders. Big Brother's hand took my own hand and started to squeeze it a little.

"can you count with me?" he squeezed my hand three times, then stopped, then did it again. "can you feel me squeezing your hand?" I nod.

"i'm sowy...i don't want to huwt you...I never wanted to huwt anyone! I pwomise!" i sobbed out.

"We know..." I felt three pairs of hands wrap around me, "we know...our little boy"

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WC: 1690 (without the a/n)