Tears welled up in Sage's eyes as he watched the door further separating him from Citrus slide shut. He didn't mean to be mean, he could swear it! He had... snapped. All the stress and terrible thoughts that had been welling up inside of him had exploded out, their focus on Citrus. He moaned. Maybe he could chase after her and apologize? She had small legs; she couldn't have gone far. Sage moved to press the button to open the door again.

"Sage, don't," said the calm voice of Void from behind Sage. The admin hadn't spoken at all during that exchange, and was just standing there, an understanding look in his eyes. "It's not worth it."

Sage turned back around. "Not...worth it?" What? Did Void witness the same thing that Sage did? Because to him, letting Citrus know that he didn't mean what he said seemed pretty worth it. 

Waiving a hand dismissively, Void spoke. "She'll come back soon," he stated. Sage doubted that. Citrus wasn't the type to not follow through with things. Something told him that she wouldn't be back soon, by any stretch of the imagination. But he silently disagreed and just nodded slowly. 

"If you say so..." Maybe he'd go out later and look for her. Or maybe she just needed a bit of alone time. He had no idea. Why was thinking so hard? Sage was suddenly not in the mood to speak with Void. A burning desire still wanted him to ask about EX, but it was overpowered by his stronger mind that told him that he just needed rest. He needed to clear his mind, not clutter it with more endless questions. 

Conflicted, Sage decided that for now, just a walk was best. Something about focusing on the placement on your feet, feeling leaves and grass crunch beneath your steps, feeling a slight breeze ruffle your clothing and hair, just doing something physical to get your mind off of whatever was bothering you, was really therapeutic. "I'm going to go take a walk; if you want to go do more pranks, go ahead. I'd actually prefer it if you'd leave," Sage muttered, the ending just barely loud enough for Void to hear. The admin nodded and Sage turned around, pressing the button.

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Scar's POV-

Losing one's items is not that fun. Scar had found this out multiple times during the pranks. Of course, none of said pranks were explicitly designed to induce item loss, but Scar was not the most coordinated person and had a few... unfortunate accidents. But nonetheless, when Grian sent him a frantic message to get over to Mumbo's base immediately because Sage just went in, the wizard had a less-than-fun time scrambling over to the nearest shop he could find to pick up an elytra and rockets. Luckily, he had a fair bit of diamonds from three separate clients from his pranking business which had gone hilariously, even if it did involve the loss of plenty of gear. One of his favorite pranks was on Jevin and had involved quite a few pufferfish.

But unfortunately, while he was finishing up a solo prank on Wels, he had gotten the alert and had to cut everything short. When he reached his friend's base, he was greeted by Grian, who was busy covering up a hole. As Scar entered, he glanced up and grinned. "Hello, Scar! Perfect timing." 

"Hey, G," Scar replied. "How's the trap going?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the floor. In matters of concealing, Grian had done extremely well. Whatever was there was completely unnoticeable. Convenient. But as for the trap itself, Scar had his doubts. Grian didn't exactly have the best track record with tnt traps.

"Swimmingly," was his response. The brit dug down a bit and fell into a small, pre-dug-out hole, beckoning for Scar to follow. The wizard did, and Grian displayed his trap. There were a lot of explosives. "I've got it almost all set up. I just need to rig a few pressure plates, and the second they get activated, the whole place goes kaboom!" He mimed an explosion and climbed out, followed by Scar. Grian now stood with his back to the concealed staircase and entrance, but behind him, Scar caught a glance of something disappearing behind a corner. Huh... Scar's companion didn't seem to notice his stare and just asked, "So? What do you think?"

"It's great... If it even works," he clarified, dusting some first off his wizard robe. This was met with an eye roll and a playful punch in the shoulder. Ouch. "Just saying," he said with a smile.

Something about this idea seemed to spark new light in Grian. Maybe it was the prospect of rescuing Mumbo, or maybe it was actually making a trap, something that really none of the Hermits-- especially Grian-- had done in quite some time. Whatever it was, the brit seemed to be back to his usual self. Scar was thankful for this. It was nice having his friend back. What with Iskall being occupied, Xisuma... being what he was, Mumbo being trapped, and Grian being essentially unreachable, it felt like Scar was losing all of his friends one by one these last few... however long it's been; Scar wasn't keeping track anymore. 

But hopefully, this would be the end of that. Hopefully, he'd soon get all of his friends back. Scar faltered, X suddenly crossing through his mind. Well... most of them. But no use thinking about that. After a quick placement of the pressure plates by Grian, the waiting game began. 

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Grumbot's POV-

So apparently today was 'prank day'. It was a day where all the Hermits dropped everything they were doing and joined together for a nice day of fun and pranks. It seemed great on paper; time for bonding, distractions, and whatnot. Of course, it was less fun for Grumbot, given that He wasn't exactly invited. The bot wasn't a Hermit, after all. Especially given that He couldn't respawn should His life-giving crystal break, not participating was simply the better choice. Grumbot wasn't exactly sure He wanted to join in anyway; this week was just too much to add on the stress of not dying. 

And so, He had enlisted Iskall to drop Him off at Jrumbot's shop before he scampered off to join the other Hermits. What did Grumbot plan to actually do, now that He actually had a chance to hang with Jrumbot? Well, not much, given that there was no real way for them to communicate. But Grumbot had brought some paper and a quill and thought that maybe, just maybe, he could communicate via writing even when he couldn't actually talk. That would make everything so much easier. 

Grumbot gave a sad little wave to Jrumbot's screen as He walked into the shop, finding a surface to write on. He pressed His hand to the paper and took a breath to steel Himself. He could do this. It was just a slip of paper. He knew these well. All He had to do was move His hand and write. That's it. But His hopes soon diminished as He held His hand steady, willing Himself to write down anything, anything. Just a simple 'Hi' would do. Or an 'It's nice to see you'. But He just couldn't bring Himself to do it. He tried, he really did. But His hand just... wouldn't move. It wouldn't listen to His internal pleading. Why not? Why couldn't He just have this one thing, to communicate with His little brother? He couldn't cry in this metal body, and that just seemed to mock Him more. He just stood in silence, staring heartbrokenly down at the blank piece of paper.

This day was just amazing so far.

So what could He do? He was just as useless as ever. At least, back in His old body, He could still talk to Jrumbot, even if He wasn't exactly able to do much else. And now that was taken from Him. His conversation with Sage and Citrus rang in His head. The two of them had grilled Him on His lack of consent for His new body, His feelings about losing Jrumbot, basically all of His soft spots. Taking an internal deep breath, He stood up. He'd figure out something else. He always d-

Hk-

No... no, no, no... It was that feeling again. The white-hot flash of pure agony. This was pain. This was what pain felt like. He knew that now. It had happened multiple times before, but it never got any better. Oh, this was terrible. Please... make it stop. He couldn't bear it. It was as if His entire body was just simultaneously exploding and-

Taking an internal deep breath, He stood up. He glitched again. He hated that so, so much. Why did that keep happening? Grumbot shuddered as He steadied the bobble attached to His head. It had been bouncing more lately and was rather annoying. His gaze traveled to the chests that were still set up and full of diamonds. He faltered. The one with the Mumbo for Mayor shirts was still just sitting there, filled to the brim with them. After all these months. Jrumbot had been telling Grumbot about them once, a long time ago. That Hermits would stop by and put their shirts back. It always made the child robot very sad.

It made Grumbot sad too. He didn't even want to look at the shirts. But... He stood still for a moment, uncertain of what to do. 

He could sacrifice a little of His own happiness to cheer up Jrumbot.

Before He could change His mind, Grumbot opened up the chest and pulled out the biggest shirt there was. He pulled it over His head, stretching it out. Oops. The shirt was way too big on Him, long enough to brush the tips of whatever His equivalent of knees were. It sat awkwardly on one shoulder, falling off with every sudden movement. Despite everything, the bot gave a silent chuckle. He probably looked so stupid. But at least Jrumbot would probably appreciate it. He didn't know the truth about 'Mumbo', after all.

Grumbot came out of His brother's shop and spun around, causing the shirt to fly out a bit as He showed it off. Jrumbot's eyes lit up. Even without a mouth, Grumbot could tell that he was smiling. It took so little to make the younger bot happy-- but it also didn't take much to make him upset as well. Grumbot shuddered, remembering Jrumbot's frantic pleas when He first got disconnected and couldn't speak to him. He must be so lonely now.

Grumbot never wanted to leave. He never wanted to escape this moment. He wanted to stay here, with His brother, forever. It was selfish, but it was true. No... He didn't want to stay like this. He wanted to be back in His old body, where He could actually talk to Jrumbot. He wanted to go back to before all of this happened. Before Mumbo disappeared and was replaced with that herb namesake. Before everything was turned upside down. He wanted to go back to a time that was simpler. Where the only trouble He had was whether or not Mumbo would win the election. Heck, did He even care about that thing? He was mostly just humoring His dads. As long as they were happy, He was happy. And now... He hadn't spoken to Grian at all in a good few days, He couldn't speak to Jrumbot anymore, Mumbo was gone, and all He wanted more than anything was to throw that stupid cat off a cliff. 

During all of His thoughts, Jrumbot simply stared down at Him. Just... stared. Of course, he couldn't do anything. He wasn't designed to do anything, after all. Just sit there and look cute with the smile and blush. He was of even less ability than Grumbot. Even though all that existed on the child's screen were eyes and a moustache, it was clear that he was worried. Not about himself, not about Mumbo, not about Grian or Xisuma or Citrus or Sage or Iskall or any of the other Hermits. He was worried about Grumbot.

Grumbot, who had suddenly left him without saying why. Grumbot, who never told the little bot He didn't hate him before He stopped talking. Grumbot, who now was in a weird, small body. Grumbot, whose pain was evident on His screen even as He twirled around in a silly promotional shirt. Grumbot... who couldn't take it anymore. 

He sank to His knees, seemingly much to the dismay of Jrumbot. He shuddered and quaked and shook, much like how a normal, living, actual, unrestricted person would sob vigorously. He-

Nh...

Grumbot flinched at the sudden pain. This just happened! Why was it happening again? He hated this. It was just the icing on a terrible cakey day. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the sudden bursts of physical pain-- something that He shouldn't even be able to feel!-- tied along with the severe, constant mental pain. All of His limbs and everything just burned, so bad, so terrible. He-

He saw the ground suddenly get closer and then nothing.

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Scar's POV-

When he heard sudden footsteps, Scar was in the middle of a game of Chicken with Grian, each inching closer to a little bonfire Scar had set up to see who would be the first to bail. "Grian! Footsteps!" He hissed. At this point, his toe was nearly brushing the flame.

"Mhm, you just want me to bail," was his response from an extremely competitive Grian. Scar rolled his eyes and pointed to the staircase, which was very clearly making noise. "Oh!" Grian broke off, soon followed by Scar. "W-what do we do?"

Scar had no idea. "Hide...I guess?" 

"No... No." Without another word, Grian strode over to the button. Before Scar could protest, he slammed his hand down on it. 

Scar yelped as the floor began to open up. "Grian! What the-?!" But he cut himself off as Grian came back and the two stared at the frozen form of Sage, standing just a few steps down. His amber eyes were wide and his jaw dropped just a tad. The impostor was silent for a moment before shaking himself out of the dumbstruck trance.

He turned around the corner and hissed something along the lines of, "Void, hang on for a second," before turning back. He narrowed his eyes and stomped up a few stairs. "You two- I-" He let out a sigh, and Grian and Scar exchanged a glance. Was this the same Sage they had spoken with before? He seemed much less... flashy now. Less sadistic. He just seemed annoyed now. What...? "What are you doing? Have you no common sense?" Scar and Grian stepped back as the moustached man finished the staircase and stepped out, landing right on the pressure plate with a click. 

Grian grinned as a familiar hiss sounded, and Sage, with a look of pure horror, stumbled back into the staircase, falling down a few steps. He grabbed his wounded head as the front of the staircase exploded, exposing tons of broken redstone, pistons, stone, and the like. Sage glanced around before growling, "What... have you done?" Glancing around at the debris, he walked into the newly-formed hole to begin collecting what could be salvaged. 

"Now!" Grian was obviously trying to stay quiet, but his excitement got the better of him. But it didn't matter, as he never got to actually go. Before he could, something happened.

The entire world... shifted. There was no way for Scar to describe it. It had just... blinked. Almost like his translator. Except it wasn't minor. Not at all. In just a moment, everything had been almost... reset. Like it never happened. The floor and staircase-- that was now recovered-- returned. Scar looked over at Grian, who was staring into his pouch at the reacquired explosives. But one thing didn't move. Sage. 

The two Hermits stood in silence for a moment before their communicators dinged simultaneously.

<MumboJumbo> suffocated in a wall

Oh. That was.... decidedly not part of the plan. The air was still. Neither of the two people made a move or said a word, and they soon heard footsteps. The floor opened again. Sage didn't speak this time, simply stared at them, seemingly out of breath.

Scar didn't doubt that he could break past Sage right now and bolt down the staircase. He had done it before, he could do it again. There was no Bee stopping him this time, and Sage was already out. And if Xisuma was down there? Well... he'd deal with that when it came. Not allowing him any more time to think, he did just that. He didn't even give warning to Grian, just suddenly bolting down the stairs, pushing the shocked Sage out of the way. 

The stairs and walls were a blur and Scar flew down. His feet, for once, didn't trip over themselves. Maybe it was the adrenaline and survival instincts boosting his accuracy, or maybe he was starting to actually get better at existing. He didn't know. All that mattered was that he was moving as fast as he possibly could, which was pretty fast. 

The dark of the dimly-lit staircase began to brighten, and a ray of hope shone through the Hermit. Could this be it? The end? Don't be silly. This was far from over. 

<GoodTimesWithScar> fell out of the world

No, no, no... He was so close, too! Scar refused to open his eyes. He knew he was lying in a bed he had set up near his pranking shop. But he refused to get up. He was just so... mad. Mad and confused. His communicator began to ding, probably full of joking prods about falling through bedrock or offers to donate some items. But that was so wrong. Scar hadn't fallen through the bedrock, the exit to the limitless void. No. He was running down the stairs, nearly making it to rescue Mumbo and Jellie, and then he had just blacked out. How? Why? Was someone responsible? Was...-

The only way that something like that could have happened, that Scar could have just dropped dead like that... was by magic. And there was only one other person besides him that could perform it. 

But that meant that Xisuma had killed Scar not by accident, not by a part of a game or some kind of prank or part of some silly war... but as a true act of malice. 

Within ten minutes, Scar had arrived back at the scene. But instead of anyone there, there was only a chest. It was labeled with a sign, 'Scar's stuff'. Wow, thanks. He begrudgingly shoved the supplies into his pouch. But where were Grian and Sage? Last he had seen, they were both here. Now neither of them were. And no trace of Xisuma either-- unless he was the one who gathered Scar's stuff, of course. Scar groaned. How could things have gone so south so quickly? It seemed as though they were about to make it, but if Scar was right and Void could just off anyone who got anywhere near Mumbo... then that would make it impossible. 

Prank day didn't exactly go as planned, and just left Scar somehow even more bitter than before.

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Grian's POV-

Grian stood, dumbstruck, as the world seemed to... reset. His explosives returned, everything he and Scar-- well, mostly him, to be honest-- had done was reversed. And now that annoying little freak Sage was just standing there, fuming. And Grian returned the stare, unable to move a muscle. But it seemed that he didn't have to. In a blink of an eye, Scar had zoomed down the stairs, haphazardly pushing Sage out of the way. "Hey!" Sage steadied himself to follow him, but Grian chucked an arrow at the clone instead. It didn't do much damage, but it was enough to make him stop and turn around. "Wh-" 

"By now, you'll never catch him before he gets to the bottom," Grian grinned. His heart was beating so quickly, stored-up adrenaline finally leaking out. "And besides, I won't let you anyway." He drew out a diamond sword, shimmering with a purple hue. Sage gave him a cold stare before slowly drawing out his own golden one, shining with the same enchanted colors. "Gold? Really?" This genuinely astounded Grian, despite everything. Maybe he was just in a weird shape of mind, but how was Sage supposed to kill anything with that?

"It looks nice, darn it. Now shut up." Sage narrowed his eyes and stepped out of the stairwell. As if it was perfectly timed, the floor closed up behind him, and the clone stepped back. Tensing up, Grian held his sword out. He knew he could win this. Mumbo had never been all that great at melee combat, and he doubted Sage had much experience himself. This would be no contest. Grian just had to keep Sage occupied long enough for Scar to grab Mumbo. Easy.

Neither of them seemed to want to make the first move. They stood there for a few moments, eyeing the other up. A bit of deja vu hit the Hermit as he ignored a ding from his communicator as a flash of gray flew forward and Grian threw his sword up. With a clang, metal against diamond rang out. Grian's ears rang, but the skilled fighter was used to it, and pressed on, planting his feet firmly in the ground to steady himself. He countered with his own blow, throwing his arms forward. His opponent stumbled backward, the force of the impact catching him off-guard. Grian almost laughed; Sage probably underestimated Grian's strength based on his size. 

The fight waged on, each side growing more and more tired. Sage had clearly never been in a real fight before, and even Grian was starting to get sloppy. That golden sword must have some serious unbreaking enchantments. "Why won't you... give up," the faux-Hermit growled through clenched teeth. His amber eyes were slits.

"I'm not the type to do that," Grian shot back, nimbly dodging a blow. "You have something that I would like back." 

"And you'll get him back when we are done!" 

Wait. Grian stopped suddenly and just barely didn't get barreled over by the other. "We...?" He spoke slowly, lowering his sword. "What do you mean, we?"

Sage's face drained of all color. "Me... and Citrus, of course," he covered up, fixing his posture. And a sloppy coverup that was. Sage clearly messed up badly. It was so weird; Sage had always seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing at all times, like this was a giant game of chess and he had planned out six moves in advance. But now... it was a game of pong and he couldn't keep his eyes on the ball. 

But who did have the ball? There was one person Grian could think of who knew things before Grian did. "I'll go ask Grumbot, then." 

"N- Actually, go ahead. That little freak of nature doesn't know anything." Grian raised an eyebrow at Sage's sudden shift of moods. The foe crossed his arms. 

"So you are working with someone else, then," the Hermit reasoned. That lie didn't last long, he noted. Maybe this was just a big act? A huge ploy from this cruel person to just throw Scar and Grian off. Speaking of the self-proclaimed wizard, he had gone down a while ago, shouldn't he be coming back by now?

"Of course I am," Sage said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Not that you'll find out who it is." He averted his gaze slightly, as if he was lost in thought.

Hm. Even with Sage's dismissive attitude, the gremlin knew there was more to the story. "Okay," Grian said with a shrug. "Guess I'll get going, then." He pulled on his elytra and grabbed a rocket. "Nice chat." 

"H- Wai-!" As Grian zoomed out of the base, he was swiftly followed by Sage. It seemed his assumption was correct. Sage was scared of Grumbot. "I told you, He doesn't know anything! He's not important!" But his panicked shouts didn't faze Grian, and he soon approached Grumbot. Or, rather, where Grumbot would be. Should be. His large, metal body was here, but the screen had nothing on it. It was empty, a void. Even the strings of binary code were gone. Sage landed behind the Hermit, and, seemingly noticing his confusion, asked, "You don't know what happened to Him, do you?"

"No..." In his shocked stupor, Grian just blindly answered Sage. Last he had seen his robot-son, he was perfectly alive and well. Now... "What happened?" 

With a self-satisfied grin, Sage folded his arms. "Iskall happened. He and Scar conspired to make Him a new, portable body. Pretty snazzy, I have to say." So Grumbot wasn't dead, or anything. He was just... not here.

"Okay..." Grian didn't know why he was engaging so calmly in conversation with, or for that matter believing a single thing Sage had to say. "So where is He now?"

"I dunno," was his answer. Oh. "He's not my s-" The silence of Sage cutting himself off sliced through the air like a knife. Sage stared into the distance at the gentle lapping of the ocean in the distance, unwilling to continue talking. 

"...Alrighty," Grian said warily. Just like that, Sage's attitude had completely shifted again. What was up with him? "Does he generally... hang out anywhere?" To be honest, he was mostly just talking to himself. Knowing Grumbot, was there anywhere that He'd be drawn to? That's when it hit him. "Jrumbot."

What was going on right now? It was almost as if Grian had unknowingly stopped hating Sage, if only temporarily. Because it seemed like they were working together at the moment, rather than against each other. Nonetheless, the two were soon in the air, flying towards Jrumbot's shop. And then they found Him.

Grumbot, sprawled across the ground. The first look Grian had gotten at His new body, and it was a sight he'd never be able to erase from his mind. Grumbot's screen was completely dark, and the bot Himself was unmoving. Grian gently turned Him over and the first thing he noticed was the way-too-big shirt. It was a campaign shirt. Why... was He wearing this? But something shone through it. It was a heart monitor and one of Scar's 'magic' crystals. The heart monitor on his body was flat, but the pink crystal still shone brightly, almost mocking the poor bot. What... happened? "S-" Grian began.

"That is not how He normally is," the other confirmed. "This is definitely a new one."

"Contact Iskall. Now." Grian glanced up at Sage. Tears had begun to form in his eyes, filled with uncertainty. Uncertainty of what had happened, uncertainty of why, and uncertainty of if Grumbot would be alright. "Please." That's when the unimaginable happened.

Grian stopped seeing the other as Sage. He saw him as Mumbo. Just for a moment, they were one and the same. Everything about him just screamed the redstoner. His posture, the way he typed on his communicator, using the strangest finger configuration the Hermit had ever seen, and even how his face was twisted with concern, even if he and Grumbot were... less than friends. Even if he didn't know it, Sage was one hundred percent Mumbo. At least for just this moment.

Grian's legs shook as he stood up, propping himself up on the dismayed Jrumbot. His communicator dinged; Sage must've not done a private message. However, instead of reading Sage's message, the brit's eyes landed on another alert, the one he had ignored earlier. Fallen out of the world? Scar? How? It was hard to believe... unless somehow there was a break in bedrock, a trap for Scar when he ran down. But that just didn't make sense. How did Sage get back up, then? Sage. Right. Grian's blue eyes were once again ice-cold as he stared at the traitor. 

He noticed this as well and his resolve hardened once again. "Well," he said. "I guess Grumbot couldn't tell you anything anyway, even if He knew anything." And he turned heel and left, leaving Grian alone to wait for Iskall.

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And he waited for quite a bit. It seemed that Iskall was too distracted to bother checking his communicator, as when he finally did come around, the sky was dark and the only light came from Jrumbot's screen and the other shops. And Iskall seemed to have no idea that something was wrong until his eye-- and mechanical eye-- landed on Grumbot's broken form. "Great diorite," he hissed, and ran up. "What happened?"

Grian shook his head in confusion. "I have no idea! He was like this when I found Him," he exclaimed, turning back to the limp form. He could only hope that Iskall could fix Him. What would he do if Grumbot was gone, just like that?

However, Iskall didn't seem quite as shocked or worried as Grian. He just nodded and got down onto the ground to get a closer look at the bot. After a moment of seeming contemplation, the cyborg turned Him over and began carefully removing a panel on the back of His head. "What are you-" Grian began to ask, but cut himself off. Maybe now wasn't a good time to talk. After a moment, the back of Grumbot's head was exposed, displaying a complicated mess of machinery that Grian couldn't make heads or tails of. "Woah..."

Without skipping a beat, Iskall laid his hand on the inside of His head, then immediately jerked it back, flinching. He cradled his hand and yelped, "Bah-! Yup, just as I assumed. He overheated. That's probably what caused... this." He chuckled, though whether that was of surprise or what Grian couldn't tell."

"It's that simple?" Grian asked, puzzled. Wow. He had expected something much more... elaborate. All of it was just caused by an overheating mishap.

"Well," Iskall admitted. "It's really not. Grumbot shouldn't be able to overhead at all. It just shouldn't be possible." He stared down at the bot, replacing His head panel. "But I should be able to fix Him right up," he said, though his voice wavered a bit. Could Iskall really do it? Or rather, did Iskall himself believe he could? Before Grian could contemplate more, he was interrupted by a ding from his communicator. It was a not-at-all suspicious message from Ren telling him that he should really go check his base for no suspicious reason whatsoever. 

Iskall peered over Grian's shoulder at his communicator's screen and chuckled. "Pff- I guess you should do that now, then," he advised extremely helpfully. "Don't worry 'bout me, I'll get Grum here fixed." He grinned. 

It seemed as though Grian had no other choice. He waved goodbye to Iskall and away he went.

-(Author's Rambling)-

Hm.... I wonder what could have happened to Grumbot! Why is He all glitchy? Will He get better? I guess you'll just have to find out! And what will happen between Sage and Citrus? Will they make up, or will this throw a wrench into the plans? Guess we'll just have to find out!

Thanks for coming, and I'll see you in the next one, my little Readers!

Promise out!