Scar's magic crackled around him as he carefully crafted a new batch of crystals, barely daring to breathe. He carefully pulled the glass out of the liquid in the cauldron, feeling its power ebb from it in waves. He carefully began laying layers of magic on it. Slowly, the overwhelming magic transformed into a safer, softer-

Scar's magic suddenly vanished as he felt the cold stare of eyes on the back of his neck. The crystal dropped to the floor, developing a thin crack, which glowed ominously. Scar turned around, wondering who it was: that pesky bird, of course. Of course the jungler was the one who'd disturbed Scar's work. Who else?

Scar shooed the person, definitely not Grian, away with an angry edge to his voice. When the jungler was gone, Scar tested if he was truly alone, smiling as a familiar aura of magic appeared. This rule that he couldn't use his magic when people were watching was so... Well, annoying wasn't strong enough. Scar shook his head, and bent down to pick up the crystal from the floor.

He instantly regretted it as the pressure his hand applied caused the crystal to explode into a bunch of tiny shards, tearing up Scar's hand. Oh, and there was also the matter of the giant shockwave of magic that the crystal released. But Scar could deal with that later. Right now, he needed to focus on not bleeding to death.

Time Skip, but in Scar's voice!

Mumbo fired off a rocket as he soared over the jungle, bored out of his mind. He needed something to do. And then he flew over a giant hollow tree stump, and was understandably dumbstruck. He flew around, admiring it, before he noticed Iskall working on a section. He flew down next to them, causing them to yelp in surprise.

"Hey there." Was all Mumbo had to say about the situation. "Nice build."

"You scared the life out of me!" Iskall said, their reaction time slightly lagging from being that badly startled.

Before anything more could be said between the two, there was a boom, and a wave of soft magenta magic washed over the two hermits. Mumbo felt a sudden tightening in his throat, and began to gasp for air before realising that despite whatever was going on, he could breathe just fine. Judging by how Iskall's hand had gone to their throat, Mumbo suspected the same thing was happening to them.

"What. The hell. Was that." Iskall managed to get out when the tightening was over. Except it didn't sound like them. It sounded like Stress' voice. Mumbo, who had been struggling to hold in a laugh, let it out. And then quickly covered his mouth. Because that was Iskall's laugh.

"Hey! Give my voice back!" Iskall protested.

"No." Mumbo began prancing down one of the roots.

"You are so annoying, Mumbo."

"I know, Stresskall."

At that, Iskall yote themself after Mumbo, gliding down with their elytra and playfully tackling him. Mumbo pushed Iskall off, laughing.

"Oh, you wanna go, mate?" Mumbo joked, putting his hands up combatatively.

"Don't say that in my voice, Mumbo."

"You wanna go, bruv?"

Meanwhile, and I don't mean that weird comic...

"It's my fault... It's my... My fault..."

Grian was scared almost out of his own skin by the sound of soft sobbing in his own voice. His voice had been all weird, so he'd come over to see if Scar had the same problem. Clearly, he did.

"Scar? You... Okay there?" Grian entered Scar's base, looking around. Scar was sitting, curled up, beside a shattered crystal, tear tracks running down his face.

"Oh! Mumbo, you- oh. You're not Mumbo. Oh no."

It is done it is completed it is also 3am so goodnight.
OdalRune, signing off from the past!