Hey, it's me, the weirdo with a surprising amount of motivation for 3 in the afternoon. And what have I decided to do with said motivation? Finish chapter 1 of Secret Meetings and this. Which to be fair, is probably the better things to work on! Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy part two, I've added another POV and will keep added them as we go along! Choose wisely!

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Recap: Grian woke up in some sort of prison cell, he sees Mumbo in the corner. You have a choice between Hugging Mumbo and Asking him where they are.

You chose to Hug Mumbo!

Other option could have been: Mumbo doesn't know, they don't hug

Grian/Mumbo

      Grian practically leaped out of the bed and into Mumbo's arms, burying his face in the crook of Mumbo's neck. Mumbo smiled softly, wrapping his arms around the sandy blonde and pulling him closer. Grian wasn't sure went he started crying but sure enough, he could feel Mumbo's suit dampen from tears. But that was okay, he had Mumbo. He just sat there and cried into his best friend's shoulder. Mumbo was also now crying, he had been pretty worried about Grian, having woken up a few minutes before him, he started to rub circles into his friend's back, not only to comfort Grian, but also himself.

      Suddenly, they heard a bang on the door of the cell.

      "Get up. It's time."

Choice:

Ask what it's time for (38% risk)

or

Don't say anything (10% risk)

Cub's POV

      A horrible pain shot through his head, causing him to jerk up. Where the hell...? Cub quickly noticed that he was sitting in a bed in some sort of prison cell. And he wasn't the only one there, a certain, small-hatted brunet was laying in a bed of his own on the other side of the cell. Walking over to to the bed Scar was laying on, he noticed that he was still unconscious. Or at least he thought he was unconscious. A wave of panic shot through his body as he quickly searched for a pulse, sure enough, there was one. Cub breathed a sigh of relief.

      Then, Scar shot up, almost banging into Cub with his head. Scar's hand was clutching his forehead instinctively from what Cub assumed was the same pain he had experienced.

      "Cub..? What's going on?"

      Cub's eyebrows scrunched up. "I'm not sure... We seem to be in some sort of prison cell..."

     "Wait, why!?" Scar looked a bit panicked and Cub sighed.

    "I don't know."

      Then, there was a violent banging on the door, making poor Scar flinch. This of course made Cub angry, who the hell do these people think they are, scaring Scar like that?!

Choice:

Demand to know what's going on (30% risk)

or

Get up and walk over to the door and start banging back (40% risk)

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      And that's it for part 2! If you have any pair ideas for who I can shove in a cell together than I'd love to hear! Remember to choose wisely as any and every choice changes the future of the story, and even now, it could lead to death.... Anyways:

      Ladies, gentlemen, theydies and gentletheys, have a FAEtastic day! -Faerie