TW: Abuse, torture- Same as the rest of the book, really.
In case you're confused, I use "it" as the Watchers' pronouns.
* <This is a footnote. 

----| Grian's POV (btw, timeskip of several days, although Grian doesn't know this) |----

Grian didn't struggle anymore when it came in. The smaller Watcher came quite often, usually just dragging him away to torture him. Any faint hope Grian had been clinging to was gone. His life was endless pain now.

The small one, who Grian mentally called Junior, dragged him out of the cage he lived in and down a now-familiar hallway.

Junior dragged Grian through a doorway, seemingly not caring when it hit the small builder. He chained the hermit to a table, then left.

Once Junior was gone, the other Watchers appeared to do their usual jobs. One of them stuck a needle in Grian's arm. Then, the knife went through his skin and he lost consciousness. 

(Timeskip)

Grian awoke chained to the ceiling by his wrists.

"Hello, little birdie."

Grian tensed at the sound of the huge Watcher's voice. He'd taken to calling it Kyle. Kyle's presence was never good. Kyle rarely visited Grian, and it always brought the worst of the torture.

"I received a visit from your friends," it said. "They wanted you back. They can have you, bird, once I've finished with you. And I won't know if I'm finished until you are fully broken and useless to me," it said evilly. 

Grian didn't reply.

"I believe you're useless to me now physically... but I want to know everything about hybrids," it said.

"I- I do-on't kn-o-ow a-any-thi-ing a-bo-out h-hybri-ids," Grian stuttered weakly, voice broken.

"You are one. I know you must know something. Tell me. You know what happens when you resist..." It pulled out a bedrock dagger.

"P-ple-ease..." he pleaded.

"So, birdie, what other hybrids have you met?" it asked.

"A d-dog, and a-anot-ther b-bird," Grian replied. It was useless keeping things from Kyle. It had a way of finding things out...

"That's all? Two?" Kyle demanded.

Grian nodded. To his relief, Kyle didn't ask for more. Hybrids were quite rare. Grian was glad that Kyle seemed satisfied, because he wasn't lying and didn't want to be asked for more.

"Were you born with your wings or did they grow in later?" Kyle asked, surprising Grian. It had been doing its research. That wasn't good.

"B-born," he answered.

"Do you know why I want you?" it asked.

Grian did not like where that phrasing made his mind go, but he answered, "N-no."

"You see, I plan on giving players magic. Forcing them into being Watchers. Then, with my army of players, I will rule the universe. Oh, right, you? You, little birdie, are my little toy, my test subject. I plan on capturing other hybrids and keeping them under control, as pets, but you? You are useless to me now, especially after what I will do to you... Actually, not totally useless. It will be such fun to watch your server tear itself to pieces when I... you know, I won't tell you, little birdie. I'll let you figure it out yourself."

Grian was shaking now. His friends, captured, forced into an army they didn't want to fight in...

Junior came into the room. "What an impressive monologue, Master!"

"Yes, it was, wasn't it. And it was especially impressive because no one interrupted it." Kyle glared at Junior.

"I apologize greatly! Please, forgive me for my wrongs," it groveled at Kyle's feet.

Grian would have laughed if he wasn't in intense agony.

Turning back to Grian, Kyle said, "Alright, little birdie. Time to get rid of you."

With that, Kyle's intense violet magic surrounded Grian, sending him into darkness once more.

----| Scar's POV |----

It had been several days since Mumbo had been taken, and Scar was losing hope. First Grian, now Mumbo... The hermits had flown home in disbelief, then spent the next few days in various states ranging from anger to denial to sadness. Luckily they had a plan now, but-

"Scar," Xisuma's voice jolted him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, X?" Scar asked.

"You ready?" Xisuma replied.

"Oh, yeah, I'm ready. I hope," Scar answered.

"Alright, let's go." Xisuma said loudly enough for all the assembled hermits to hear.

The plan was actually fairly simple. A small group of hermits would go, fly to the Watcher's tower, and attempt to get Grian and/or Mumbo out of the Watchers' grasp.*

They were gathered in a stronghold, not the one Grian had gotten himself trapped in before he'd gone and gotten captured by the Watchers... that boy was really good at getting himself into tough situations, wasn't he?

Xisuma hopped through the End portal, and Scar followed.

----| Xisuma's POV (Timeskip: Several hours) |----

Everything went fine at first. The hermits flew to the Watcher city and up to the top of the tower. Entering it, they found a giant room with nothing in it but an obsidian throne.

"Wow, these Watchers really need to learn the art of decoration," Stress spoke up from behind Xisuma, who was in the lead along with Scar. 

"And the art of building with more than two blocks!" False added.

Stress laughed, but her joy was quickly cut short by the arrival of the giant Watcher.

"Hello, Hermits. I was expecting you," it said, landing in its obsidian throne.

The hermits stopped dead in their tracks.

"Come for the bird?" it asked.

"Yes, we're here for Grian. And our other friend, too," Xisuma said, saying Grian's name correctly. This Watcher was so arrogant, treating Grian like a pet. 

"I've actually changed my mind. You can have it. I don't need it anymore," the Watcher said.

"Grian is a him!" shouted False angrily. "Stop saying it!" 

"False, please, let's try and go along with this? At least until Grian is safe with us?" Xisma told her.

"You would be wise to listen to your admin, player," the Watcher sneered, saying "player" as if it were an insult. "Anyway, bring out the bird, servant!"it yelled.

A smaller Watcher flew in from a doorway in the side of the room. Behind it trailed a limp figure, being dragged by their wing, who the smaller Watcher dropped before continuing to stand next to the throne.

"Grian!" shouted Xisuma, hearing the other hermits shout behind him. They ran over to their friend. He looked terrible! His wings were stained dark red, clearly with blood. Both of his wings were broken. He was thin and pale and covered in cuts and bruises.

"What did you do?" shrieked False, stating the thoughts of all of the hermits.

It seemed to shrug. "I have what I need from it, now you can have-"

"HIM!" False yelled over the Watcher. "We're taking him! He is a person, just like us- well, just like me and my friends. You are not a person and don't deserve to be treated like one!"

Xisuma wasn't going to argue with her- after all, he felt the same way, but he had to try to get everyone out safely. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he said, "Hermits, let's go home now. We can come back for vengeance and Mumbo later."

"Wise for a player, Xisumavoid," the large Watcher commented. "I would advise you to get out before I change my mind."

Xisuma grabbed False by the wrist before she could go any more insane than she already was, then walked her over to the entrance to the tower and pulled her off with him, releasing her as they fell. False, clearly reluctant, went with Xisuma, engaging her elytra and gliding after him.

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I just realized after I finished writing this that the last part would have been way more interesting from False's POV. Oh, well. I'm not rewriting it now.

*This is probably confusing: "A small group of hermits would go, fly to the Watcher's tower, and attempt to get Grian and/or Mumbo out of the Watchers' grasp."
What it means is that they are flying to the tower belonging to the specific Watcher that kidnapped Mumbo (Watcher's) to get Mumbo out of the grasp of the Watchers as a whole (Watchers').

The hermits who went to save Grian are X, Scar, Stress, False, and 1-2 others who aren't mentioned and don't play a huge role.