Word Count : 1005

Plot : EX brings Grian to season 5 through dreams after he finds out that Grian has been left relatively in the dark about said season.

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A bump in the night caused Grian to jolt awake from his bed. Pulling out his sword he jumped onto the floor on his feet. "Who's there?" He called out. "Show yourself!"

Someone groaned, putting their hands up. They were laying on the floor, appearing to have tripped over Grian's huge chest/shulker box monster. "Don't lose your head." The person snapped out, standing up slowly.

Grian squinted. "Xeno?"

EX stepped up closer. "Has anyone ever told you that your base is a damn mess, G?"

Grian took a sigh of relief. He put his weapon away. "Yes, now what are you doing here at my base at this time of day?"

"I heard you wanted to know more about season 5."

The blond paused, tilting his head. "Uh... yeah. Everyone says that season 5 was really boring, but further observations and deductions I've done have debunked all of those statements." Grian felt his face scrunch up. "It's like their trying to hide it from me."

EX sighed heavily. "Of course they have."

"Well, if you're gonna tell me a story, can it wait till morning?" Grian asked.

EX shook his head. "No. Besides, it won't be a story. I can show you."

Grian's eyes widened. "Wait what?"

EX held his hand out, hovering it just over Grian's head. "May I?" His eyes stared at the shorter man and he gained a silence and hesitant nod in response.

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"Oh Mumbo, I don't think you understand what you just said."

Grian gasped, opening his eyes. He was lying in his chest on a blue floor. He recognized the voice that had spoke. "Doc?" He asked, pushing himself up. He was now in a blue base and he was not alone. Doc, VintageBeef, Bdouble0100 and Ethoslab were all in this base, including Mumbo.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go please that hurts!" Mumbo said, seeming to be pleading Doc.

Grian watched as Bdubs and Ethos approached Mumbo from behind holding a rope.

Mumbo yelped out, trying to pull away from Doc. "H-Hey! What are you-" The black haired hermit yelped out when Bdubs roughly pulled his arm behind his back and started to tie his hands behind his back.

Grian flinched and approached them. "Hey! Let go of him!" He demanded, going up to try and grab at Ethos. His hands simply went through the hermit.

"This is a dream, Grian, a flashback into the past." EX said, appearing beside Grian.

The shorter hermit looked at the clone of the admin. "Wait why are they grabbing him?! What did Mumbo do for them to-"

Xeno held up his hand, cutting the blond off. "Just. Watch."

Grian whined, before turning his head back to what had been going on.

"No! Please let go of me!" Mumbo cried.

Bdubs spoke up. "Gag him, that should keep him quiet." Bdubs sounded cold and harsh.

Ethos did just that. He pulled out a thick looking cloth.

"Please, no! Someone he-" Mumbo's cry for help got cut off as Ethos forcefully shoved the cloth into the taller Hermits mouth and tied it behind his head.

Doc hissed. "Let's go."

Grian watched as the four Hermits pretty much manhandled Mumbo out of this blue base.

Suddenly without warning, Grian was shot to the surface. Placing a hand to his chest and seemingly gasping for air, the shorter hermit saw a stand off between 6 hermits and 2. The two being Doc with Mumbo as his captive and the 6 being Iskall, Wels, Ren, Stress, Cleo and Xisuma.

Another shot.

Grian was now out in the middle of a literal war zone. The land here was a near hellish landscape as Xisuma and Tango both charged at each other from the air as Hermits on the ground rushed in and took strikes at each other with swords and shields in hand.

Another.

Now within a large jungle like forest, Iskall led the charge towards the forest gate. Xisuma and Mumbo both flying within the air via powers and elytra.

And another and another and another. Rapid images flashed before Grian's eyes. Images of fire, destruction, death messages, flees, raids, victories and executions. It all flashed before him. Before finally it ended with one last one.

Grian gasped for air, breathing heavily as he fell to his hands and knees. Looking up, he could see the majority of the Hermits on their knees with their hands behind their heads.

The Admin was hovering in the air, his palms generating electricity and static as he kept a watchful eye on all the ones kneeling on the ground.

Iskall was standing over Bdubs, holding a sword at his throat. "Say it." The Swede commanded.

Bdubs hung his head down in defeat. "The NHO... surrenders... to Viva La Revolution."

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The sound of chirping filled the air, as well as a panicked sounding voice. "Grian! Grian! Wake up!"

Grian let out a groan, cracking his eyes open once again. The sun was shining and Mumbo was hovering over him, his hands on Grian's shoulders. "Grian!"

Blinking several more times, Grian sat up. "Mmgh?! What? What? What is it, MJ?"

Mumbo breathed a mild sigh of relief. "Grian, why are you lying on the floor? What happened?"

Grian blinked before sitting up to see that he was in fact on the floor. "Huh? That's odd... how'd I get here?"

The taller hermit merely shook his head. "I don't know, really I don't."

Grian placed a hand to his head. "Xeno must have left already when he put me in that dream state." He thought momentarily before replying. "Well... ok. That's odd."

"Just... be careful alright? Now come on, Iskall's waiting in the shopping district."

Grian stood up and put on his elytra, following Mumbo towards the shopping district. "So it is true. They actually fought and killed each other."

Fin