TW burns, vomit, spitting blood, gaslighting, and nudity (non-sexual)

Watchers.

The people behind the mask were decent but as soon as that mask was on, they were monsters.

They didn't care who they hurt. The number of people who had dead servers as a badge in their mind was enough proof.

Mumbo sat next to a man who was the same way. He knew the Watchers were better than this but, he would never dare escape.

"Our latest rebellion was a scapegoat army who made themselves outcasts. No one in this room is one of those freaks." The head watcher preached.

 Mumbo looked up at the lights making sure a spotlight wasn't on him.

He took his mask off and frowned as he got woozy. "I can't wear it." he choked as he fell to the ground.

Grian picked up his water and it burst into flames instantly.

"Mumbo! He's almost dead!" Grian screamed.

"What a shame." the head watcher smiled.

Grian started to perform CPR and nearly cried over him. "Wake up and we can leave together."

Mumbo gasped for breath and Grian held him firmly.

"Thank you." Grian choked as he took off his mask and let himself cry.

Mumbo was still gasping as Grian picked him up and walked him straight to the med bay not looking back.

He could hear the head watcher start releasing the other watchers in training.

"Will he be ok?" He asked the nurse.

"Why do you care?" She snapped.

"He means a lot to me." He snapped back.

"Maybe you could conquer servers together." She suggested.

"Yeah, I guess, as long as we're together." He muttered.

"You shouldn't have left cl-" She started to reprimand him but Grian glared at her.

"He was trying to kill Mumbo."

"No, he would never." She smiled at him full of pity.

"I saw him. I saw that water burst into flames. I know he was behind it!" He seethed and she shook her head.

"He would never; To prove it why don't you hide under that table there." 

Grian did and a few moments later he hovered slowly in but Grian had already calmed down. He knew he could trust the nurse.

As soon as he smiled the masked man started talking.

"Kill him. He's powerless, pathetic and he ruins the look of my class." He snapped.

She nodded "Of course." And Grian was stunned. Grian watched as she grabbed a needle.

He screamed and blocked her as flames bloomed from his arms and burnt her face horribly by himself.

"Get away from him!" He yelled as purple fire covered him and started to burn his cloak like it was paper drenched in kerosene. 

The head watcher dropped to the ground and summoned a flame that Grian sent back into his palm violently as the flames got up to his neck. He couldn't breathe and his vision was blurry but he needed to win.

Grian started spitting blood, every part of his body except for his face was burnt but he stayed until the head watcher pulled his cloak off and put him under it.

"Don't hurt him. Please don't hurt him." Grian choked as he fell to the ground in front of the older man.

"I won't, you have my honest word for once."

Grian looked up at him and smiled quickly before vomiting on his shoe. The watcher picked him up bundling his bloody body in his pure white cloak and the nurse got another bed and he sat Grian in it.

"I've never seen a watcher in training do that." She muttered as she lathered burn cream on her face.

"Without a mask too. He's more than we can handle. Mumbo might be useful." He said calmly.

She nodded and walked out with him.

'Mumbo is better without them.' he thought as he fell asleep facing his best friend.