Grian flinched at the hard sound of the metal door swinging open. Sam entered and grabbed his wrist, pulling him off the bed and out of the room into the light hallway. His hand was tight around Grian's arm and his nails were digging into his skin.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you again. Good friends don't kill each other and soon I'll be the only friend you have, Gree-on." Sam said as he unlocked another metal door that was across the hall to his door. Grian tried to ignore the stupidity of his words, trying to do anything not to break.

The door opened. It was dark inside and looked a lot like his own room. Sam walked in, still holding Grian by the wrist firmly and dragging him in too. The door closed behind them. In the near pitch black, he could make out two figures, both sitting, leaning against a wall, in the corner of the room. They looked up at them, but Sam didn't notice nor seem to care about their presence as he attached Grian's handcuffs to something on the wall that was about neck height. He couldn't see what it was in the dark.

He glanced at Mumbo and Scar sadly once Sam was done with fiddling around, fixing him to the wall. He tried pulling his arms away, but the metal bracelets cut into his skin and gave no leeway.

Sam stood on the bed and reached for something on the roof. A bright light switched on, and Sam got down. Mumbo and Scar stood up and crossed the room to Grian quickly, Mumbo giving him a hug while Scar tried to undo the handcuffs. Grian leaned into Mumbo, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Say goodbye to each other." Sam said and Grian looked at his two friends.

"You two are on hardcore mode." He said, tears slipping down his face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry you got involved with this." Mumbo gave him another, tighter hug and then Scar did the same.

"I love you," Mumbo whispered, tears falling down his own cheeks.

"I love you too, and I love you Scar, I'm sorry." Grian said. "Can you just kill me instead?" He asked Sam, who ignored him.

"Who wants to go first?" He asked, grinning and pulling out his signature Yuki knife. Mumbo crossed the room quickly, stepping towards him and punching him in the face as hard as he could. Scar joined him and kicked Sam in the chest. They weren't going to stand around and let Sam do whatever he pleased, especially now that they'd die permanently.

Sam came back and swung the knife into Mumbo's chest. It went deep into him, missing his ribcage and going straight into his lungs.

Scar pushed him, anger taking over. He pushed Sam against a wall and punched him in the face.

Sam ripped the blade out of mumbo as he was pushed and brought it back towards him as he recieved the blow in the face. Then he pushed Scar forwards and slid the sharp metal into his stomach, before sliding it up a few inches to cut him more. Scar screamed.

"No!" Grian yelled, trying to get forwards but being dragged back by the hands. Sam let Scar fall to the ground as Grian started ferociously trying to slide his hands out of their metal bindings. Mumbo had sunk to the ground against a wall as he coughed up blood. Scar was unconscious as blood was leaving his body rapidly, pooling on the ground around him. Sam kneeled down next to Mumbo, who tried to shuffle away but stopped when it caused more pain. The sociopath traced an invisible line on the redstoner's chest before cutting in and doing more damage. Mumbo yelled out as the cut let his life slip out.

He'd died multiple times over the last day or so, but dying permanently was worse. The pain was tripled and the knowledge that he wouldn't wake up this time was worse than the pain of a hundred deaths put together. He slipped into unconsciousness.

"No! Mumbo!" Grian screamed, "Let me go!" He shouted, pulling his arms violently violently, not caring at how the iron dug into his skin and bruised him.

"Calm down Gree-on, you'll hurt yourself." Sam said, going over to the short hermit and pulling out a key.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down, you just killed my best friends!" Grian yelled at him as tears uncontrollably flooded out. Sam punched him in the face.

"Don't talk to me like that." He said, unlocking the metal restraints. Grian immediately went to the ground and to Mumbo's still body.

"Mumbo! Mumbo wake up, please, please wake up Mumbo." He cried into the unconscious man's chest, smearing blood all over his hands and face. "Please!" He yelled, getting no response.

Then he crawled over to Scar, who had gone an unusual shade of white as half of his blood had left his body. He was already dead.

"Scar," his voice broke, "Scar you can't be dead, please- please wake up Scar. Jellie needs you to feed her and- and-" he broke off, falling into even more tears. He went back to Mumbo, taking his hand and letting out a sob at how limp it was. Mumbo was dead too.

"Come on Gree-on, get over it, I need help getting rid of their bodies." Sam said.

"Don't tell me to get over it!" Grian screamed at him, gripping onto Mumbo's arm tightly as if it would bring him back. Sam went over to him and pulled him to his feet using his wrist before punching him again.

"I need help burying the bodies, Gree-on." He said. Grian punched him back, in the ribs, which knocked him away. He then realised what he'd done and backed into the wall.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He pleaded, trying to avoid being hit again. It was no use as Sam punched him with force in the ribs.

"Don't be sorry, just help me bury the bodies." He said, before picking up what was left of Scar and signalling for Grian to get Mumbo. He cried as he picked up the limp and still warm body.

It was Mumbo he was carrying. Mumbo, who'd comforted him every night for the first three weeks after his last encounter with Sam. Mumbo, who'd laughed with him and who'd been there for him in season six when he first joined and didn't know anyone else. Mumbo, who'd tried to teach him redstone countless times and been understanding when he hadn't got the hang of it. Mumbo, who'd been kind to him and had always been there to lend a hand. Mumbo, who was now dead forever, in his arms.

Sam opened the metal door and exited the room, Grian followed. They went up through the tunnel and Grian cried silently.

In front of him was Scar, dead. The sweet, pure, innocent and warmhearted man who had checked in on him every day for the last quarter of a year. Who had helped him build town hall and then proceeded to become the loving mayor of the shopping district. Who he'd formed a playful rivalry against. Who had been his next door neighbour at the start of the season and who he'd pranked in the very first week.

They came out into the modernly decorated and seemingly abandoned base, before going up the ladder and coming out on top of the mountain. They found a grassy patch about fifty blocks away and Sam pulled a shovel out of his inventory.

"Get digging, Gree-on." He said, handing it to him.