I drew some concept art for the mask-stars (Watcher mask makeshift throwing stars)...

Basically, Grian turned them into a weapon.

Using a stone, Grian sharpened the parts that I labeled 'Danger Areas" (marked with red), and now they're like a blade. You can hold the sort of triangular bit and throw the mask-star with a flick of your wrist, causing it to spin midair and have the potential to slit the neck of your target. Assuming you can aim.

Anyways, the art is super hasty and bad, but I hope it kinda shows what's going on in my weird brain.

And yes my handwriting sucks. Deal with it.

WC: ~640 (IT'S SHORT OKAY I'M SORRY)

Enjoy!

Grian smiled to himself, twirling the half-mask in his hands. He held up the stone that he had been using and carefully sharpened it into a more practical tool. It was surprisingly deadly, but was perfect for killing.

And killing was exactly what Grian needed to do.

Why bother with a sword when you could eliminate your target with a broken mask? 

The Watcher threw the weapon at a tree, for practice. His aim needed to be spot-on for this. Wouldn't want the target to call out.

Grian went to retrieve his makeshift throwing star, his violet eyes darting around the clearing. Being seen wouldn't be very good. Not in this case.

There.

There he was.

The target.

Grian smiled at the word. Why refer to him as anything else than a target?

'Target' sounds more ominous. And that's what he is.

A target.

My target.

The Watcher felt a mischievous grin come to his face. Slowly, he approached the target from behind. Said target was clueless. It was perfect, Grian just had to...

Shhhhhhhhhhick.

"I got it!" Grian called out, holding up the dead chicken.

"Shhh, you don't want to scare away any other animals," Mumbo told him, taking the dead animal from Grian. "Get some more, would ya?" Grian nodded, glancing around for some other animals. Mumbo and he had been hunting down as much food as they could gather, as they planned to go caving later. Grian was excited. Mumbo... looked tired. But that was fine. 

Grian smiled at Mumbo as he turned his back. It was nice to have a friend-type-thing here. 

A friend, Grian thought with wonder, silently watching Mumbo kneel down by a furnace. Is that what I think of him as?

Yes.

Grian's brain answered the question immediately, and another small smile came to his face.

Mumbo... is he a friend?

I hope so.

The Watcher tossed the mask in the air and caught it effortlessly, then continued with what he was doing. 

"Let's go!" Grian said, grinning stupidly. They had both geared up with iron armor and tools, but they wanted diamonds. 

And diamonds were exactly what they were going to get.

When they were both completely ready, the two of them descended into an open cave. It was extremely dark, cramped, humid, and even a bit wet. So dark that you could barely see ten blocks in front of you.

"Light a torch, Gri," Mumbo requested. Grian nodded, then realized Mumbo couldn't see him.

"Erm, yep," Grian mumbled, lighting the torch and handing it to Mumbo, who took it. The light illuminated the walls, showing just how tight of a space it was. Mumbo held up the flame, and as they walked, its light showed where the path led. Grian scanned the walls for any shiny blue rocks, but it was all dry. 

Eventually, the two came to a fork in the path. The typical scenario. One path on the right, another on the left. Mumbo and Grian stopped as they came up to it.

"We could split up," Grian offered. Mumbo glanced at the Watcher, then nodded.

"I'll go left," he offered. "You go right. Meet back here in a bit?" Grian nodded, then they both set out.

The Watcher snapped his fingers, bringing a purple light to them. He was more used to the void-like glow of his magic than the fiery light of the torches, and his eyes adjusted quickly. He scanned the walls as he walked, looking for the diamonds or anything else that might be of use. 

A while later, Grian had settled near an underwater lake and was busy smelting. He had gathered quite a bit of iron and a couple of diamonds, and was pretty proud of himself. And then...

A scream.

From somewhere else in the cave system.

It was loud, shrill, and panicked.

Mumbo?

I. Am. Tired.

Good day.

-Storm