(A/N: don't worry, this one isnt going to be sad, but will be a little shorter than normal)

(November 17th, 2019)

Word Count: 437 words
Category: humor
Warnings: none

Mumbo went to sleep in his normal bed, on the Hermitcraft server. It wasn't in his base, but it was close enough. When he woke up, there were a few problems. One, someone had poured water on him. Two, he wasn't in his base. Three, he saw Iskall. But, Iskall was younger and laughing at him. Iskall looked like how he was in college-

Mumbo shot up, eyes wide. This just made Iskall laugh harder. Mumbo remember this day. He had one of the most important tests today.

"Iskall, we have a test today!" Mumbo exclaimed. Iskall nodded his head.

"I know. You didn't look like you were going to get up, therefore, I have helped you."

"Pouring water on me isn't- you know what, whatever." As Mumbo got dressed, he wondered if he remembered the material for the test.

"Uh, what was the test on again?"

"... um, types of circuits, ways to alter them, a few building things like contrast colors, ect. Why don't you remember? You stayed up all last night to study."

"Um, nothing." Mumbo said, then continued to mutter, "I passed the first two, not the third though."

As they arrived at the classroom where they take the test, Mumbo say some other Hermits at the college too. He didn't know they went to the same college. He'd have to ask them if he gets back to Hermitcraft.

"Contrast colors my arse... what did Grian say about them?" Mumbo muttered, as he got to a question relating to contrast colors. The last few questions were redstone related, so they were a piece of cake.

When Iskall and Mumbo got back to the dorm, Mumbo flopped back onto the couch. Mumbo was so exhausted. He'd forgotten how finals were. He fell asleep on the couch in his school clothes, not bothering to change.

Mumbo woke up in his bed, on the Hermitcraft server. He saw Iskall looking at him in concern.

"You alright, dude?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. What happened?"

"You were acting childish earlier, and admiring your own base and contraptions. Something was wrong so I knocked you unconscious with my sword. Again, are you alright?" Iskall explained. Mumbo groaned and put his hand on his forehead.

"Nevermind that, did I mess anything up?"

"... no, not that I know of."

"Good." Mumbo proceeded to explain what he thinks happened. In the end, Iskall kept laughing at Mumbo, making fun of him because he didn't know his complementary colors.