"Nope."
Grian looked up,"Huh?", Mumbo was busy drying his hair and reapplying black hair dye and trying to figure out about the white streak in his hair that might be for stress or lore and Pearl had came in, flooped on the sofa and Scar's new cats laid on her back.
"What's up?"
"Scott. . ."
Mumbo frowned,"What about him?", "He hasn't gotten hurt again has he?", Pearl shook her head,"Thankfully no, but he's spent 2 hours of today working on a new Escape Room and then 50 minutes on his base in Fantasy Smp.", Grian whistled, leaning back as he cleaned his glasses,"So basically; You're hiding before he claims his victims.","Very much so.", Mumbo walked over, tossing the towel aside,"You okay?", "Yeah mate, no need to move them; Cat rules.", Mumbo nods, Grian sighed.
Any Escape Doom from Scott is better than a death game, that is coming up. . . But when. . .

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Cleo checked on Scott's Fantasy Base, he found a lot of work was done.
And found him asleep, curled up and fast asleep, guess he can sleep anywhere as he was a cat.
"Night, Scott."
Cleo closed the door, giving him more peace and quiet.