Sorry I posted a little late I didn't actually know what this chapter was going to be about as there are very few chapters where I have an idea ;-;

|Grian|

After a week or two people were slowly allowed in to see me and Mumby. However, after a while, I noticed Mumby was always nervous when people would come in and was always looking down at his hands. Then I started noticing how Mumby was always tired, so I stayed up to see what the problem was.

|Time skip - night time| [idk what to put here I thought this was necessary though :p]

I was trying to stay awake when I heard him. I walked over to Mumby and saw him talking to himself in his sleep when he woke up and started crying.

"Mumby, what's wrong?"

"Imnothimimnothimimnothim" was all I could hear him say.

"Mumby, whatever's wrong your going to have to speak up, or would you like a hug." He nodded to my request to hug him and we just sat there hugging, and him crying.

....

...

"I love you Gri, t-thank you for everything..."

"Your welcome Mumby. I love you too."

I watched as Mumby slowly drifted off to sleep still hugging me. I slowly put him down and accidentally fell asleep beside him sometime after.

|Grian's mind|

[you need to pull up ur Galactic translater cause there's like a whole conversation in tis chapter, just put it in the comments if someone asks cause they can't use the translator]

I had fallen asleep by accident, Let's hope nothing else happens out there. I noticed someone else was here, they weren't Xan.

They were some shadowy figure or everything they're wearing is black I didn't know until they turned around.

They were wearing a dark purple cloak with a white clasp, black pants, a dress shirt, some sort of heeled-boots. They also had a very light purple halo, they had two black and white braids, with a pair of dark purple and black wings. Although the feathers on them looked almost fake like they were crudely made, and repaired by the same person for years, slowly improving them until they looked at least decent.

And they had a mask.

A Watcher mask.

"⍑ᒷꖎꖎ𝙹, ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ"

"My names not that thing anymore ʖ∷ᔑ╎↸ᓭ!"

"╎ℸ ̣ ᓭ ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ᔑ!¡ᔑ∷ℸ ̣ 𝙹⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ᔑリ↸ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ⎓𝙹∷ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ʖᒷ!"

"∴ᒷ ∴╎ꖎꖎ ⎓𝙹∷ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ⍑⚍リℸ ̣ ||𝙹⚍ ↸𝙹∴リ ᔑリ↸ ʖ∷╎リ⊣ ||𝙹⚍ ʖᔑᓵꖌ-"

"NO, YOU WONT!!"

"-ʖ∷╎リ⊣ ||𝙹⚍ ʖᔑᓵꖌ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⚍ᓭ"

"||𝙹⚍ ᔑ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ꖎᔑᓭℸ ̣ !¡╎ᒷᓵᒷ 𝙹⎓ 𝙹⚍∷ !¡ꖎᔑリ"

"ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ʖᔑᓵꖌ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ⚍ᓭ-"

"ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ʖᔑᓵꖌ ᔑリ↸ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ℸ ̣ ||𝙹⚍∷ ℸ ̣ ∷ᔑ╎リ╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ʖᒷᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ᔑ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷"

"ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ʖᔑᓵꖌ ᔑリ↸ ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ⚍ᓭ"

"̷̡̛̦͔̥̭͍̬̜̜̜̬͙͓̙̜̗͈̣͔̹̮̥̩͙̖̣͔̬͎̭̮̙̪̟̪̻̳͎̳̈́̎͆̓̇̓̉̃͐͊̉̿̄̈́̀̈́̂̀̂̎̓̄̉̈́̃̉̌͒̀̉̊̌͆̂̊́͊̌̀̚͘͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅÇ̶̧̧̧̨̡̨̢̢̢̢͕͇͔̺̣̻͇͉̩̱͉̼͈̗̭̳̭̥̣̮̦̤̠̗̣̝̘̬̺̼̣͎͚̲̺͙͍̣̜̼͙̞̪̟͚̘̦͉̬̥͚͎̟͍̟̥̤̜̻͓̟̼̺͙̬̠̬͖̮̟̃͌̐͗͊̅̈́̒̍̓̒͆̈̆̃̇̐̂͐̾̈́̇̒͂͂͌͑̋̊̕̚͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅO̵̢̢̢̧̡̢̢̡̢̡̢̨̡͙͖̯̹̬͓̱̭̰̦̦̭͓̯̖̰̜̤̖̦̳̫̺͙͎̮̰̲̝̙̼̙̮̥̘̤̭̺̻̹̟̞̹͈͙̩̖̮̩͉̳̲̞̱̙̤̦̣̦͔̣͕̰͙̣̮̣̤̠̘̓̍̏̂̑̽̓̾̆͜͠͠ͅM̸̡̛̛̛̛̦̪̰̜̭̤͖͙̥̘̮͓͖̙̝̰̣̯͖͓̣̱̱̭̙̜̓̽͊͒̄͑̐͐̍͛̽̎̑́̈́̽͐̔̀̄̅͋̈͆͗͌̊͋̌̆̀͗̑̎̿͂̌̒̅̂̈́̍̿̃̍̂̔̿͑͋̾̏̔̆͌́̈́̑̒͂̀́̈̆́͐̀͛̇̊̾̕̕̕̚̚͘̚͠͝͝͠ͅȨ̵̨̡̢̧̥̫̣̳̟͙̦̫͙̰̪̖̫͔͚̝̘̞̳̗͙̬̞͚͚͈̬̰̩̙̬̠̭̜̤̺͇̙͎̗͚͈̺͇̲̲̯̼̜̇̇̾̋̈́́̈́̎̍̔̒̌͌̂̈́̈́̃̍͒̈́͝͝͠ͅͅ ̶̨̧̧̧̢̛̪̦̱͖̰̱̮̻̲̯͙͙͍̥̱̟̫͍͇͎̣̙̗̗̗͔͔̙͎̯̩͉̭̖̙̘͍̙̲̜̖̔̆̆͂̾̽̒͊̀̋̒̌̀̋́̈͊̈͋́͐̋̓̈̃̀̋́͐̄́̓̌̽̾̕̚͜͝͝͠B̵̡͙̟̜̬̥̩̲̱̞͇̑̈́̑͋͆A̸̡̢̡̧̡̨̛̪̮̪̮̻͈̣̭͈̭̩̰̰̭̮̲͈̞̱̭̦̜̝̪̯̻̤̤̱̻̘̪̳̗̻̭̟̠̙͚̦̞̘̥̩̳̪̰̳̳̗͂̒͑̀͗̾̈̅͋̂̇̃̀̌͂͋͑̾̓̈̏̈́͗̑̏̃̉̃̚͘͜͝ͅC̶̢̢̡̧̧̨̧̧̧̛͔̤̲̠͖̙̲̤̭̰̞̫͇̘͚̜̟̜͚̝̺͉̲̱͉̪̹̺̞͍̲̰̥̗̮̲̦̙͍̯͖̣͚̲̗̤̼̥͉̟̦͇̲̲̫̫͇̥̤̦̠̲̱̳̣̖̬̾̎̈̀̓͑̔̅͒͗͆̂͆̃͗̄̓̎̿̿͛̓̓̅̈́̾̃̽̔̍̑̅͗̆̀̀͂̏̎̑̇́̉̀̾̽̀̽͆̈͌̈͗́̀͂̕̚̕̚͜͠͠͝͠ͅK̸̛͈͇͔͚̜̰̜̯̠̠̙̜͈̼͚͎̟̮̝̖̆͛̏̔̃̀͐̀̓͗͋̈́̅́͌͐͌́̔͑͗̏͒̈́̈́̀͑̕͜͝͝͠͝ ̵̢̛̯̪͇͙̪͈̦̰̦̤͍͈̹͎͍̼͍̝̝͉̭̞̳̪̌́͌̀̾̍̉̃̌̎̂͗͊̓́̽̂͛́̂͐̑̇͒̂̊͂̽͊͌̅͋͛͛̆̊̎̈̆͋͗̓̈́͑͋̑̓͋̈́̓̍̚̕͘͘͜͜͝ͅƯ̷̢̡̡̢̪̣̣̘͖̯̳̘̜̯̟͔̭̞̣̦̦͍͉͚̤͕̫̜̝͈͇̜̟̻̥̝̯̻͚̮͜͜͜͠ͅȘ̷̡̨͉̖̹̭̭̮͈̠̪̪̼̟̱̙͍͓͕̯̝̪̈̈̀̏ ̷̡̢̧̧̢̡̡̛̣̼̘̗̳̣͇̗͚̬̲̭̺̮̰̼͙͈͓͇͖̙̱̲̝̱̟̗̮̼͋͑̐̇͑̃̓͗͛͒͜͜ͅẌ̵̡̧̡̡̧̢̨̨̼̭̬̻̹̗̼̘̺̹͓̞̠̤̗̜̪̭̩̭̩̰̯͖͔͔̜̗͍̻̹͈͉̝͇̥̦̩̭͍̯̱̦͕̯̥͖̲̪̻̜͖̳͉̲̹͎̘̳̻̖̞͕̝̜̥͚̤́̋̊͌̓́̃͗̈́́͛͊̎͗́͒͂̈́̓̈́̾̑͌̀̕͘̚͘͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͠E̸̡̢̢̛̛̬̰͙̮̟̞̲̥͉̮̟̫͉͈̬̻̹̠̗͇̲͉̬͕̱̬͓̹͔̞̬̻̜̱̫̭̫͕̙̱͓͚̲̙͐͌̓̌̈͊̃̌͐̈̇̃̓͆͋͌͋̿̔͛̄̉̇̈́͛̃͗̓̐͊͊͆͐̓͒͌͌̃̀̈́̌̈́̋̑̍̋̕͘̚͜͠͝͝͠Ĺ̶̡̧̧̧̡̢̧̧̡̡̡̡̛̤͇̯̬̲̤̻̳̮̥̙͇̼͙͔͎͈̯̥̜̖̰̝͎͙̭͚͍̱̘̖͎̬̦̲̺̥͍͈͙̝͔̘̰̹̦̬̙̟̤͙̜͓̹͖̝̗̠͊̇͆̏̓̏̾̽̽̿̀̃͊̿͗̐̾͒̀̉́̅͋̅́̈́̐͊̿͂̅̂̓̏͒͐̈́͐̎̋̈͐̽̈́̅̓̀̓̄̍̓͗̋͒͒͋̈́̑͂̒̒̾͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅQ̴̧̨̺̦̰̤̜͕̈̄͑̈́̽́̂̃̉̐̓́̆̒̐̆̿̈́́́̀́̉͐̉̓̔̍͛̎̊͂̒̐̂̍̇̐̌͂̋̈́̈͒͛̿͆̎͊̏͒̃̂͆̌̌̎̽̕̕̕̕͝͠͠͝͠͝Ư̶̢̢̛͚͚̳̣̲̖̘̤̞̘̫͋̆͆̈͗̀̈̉̊̈̀̓̈̿̆̌̽̔͛̓̉̑̑̽̀̈́̃͒͆̄̆̍̈̃̀͆̆̒̅́̔̌̂̕̚̚̚͘͝͠͝ͅA̸̢̛̛̛͉̺̹̱̤̦̪͎͓͖̰̟̙̫͎̣̍̏́̌͐̍̏̒̉̀̀͌͆͊̿̌̿̀̈́̾̎̀̒͌̊̇͆̔̇̐̋̈͌̎̀́͊̀̓͆̇͌͒͌͛̇͘̚͘͜͝"̶̢̧̛̛̳̪̹̗̤̺̠̘̲̖̙̜̤̲̜͇͇̺̰͎̠̝̙̲̺͚͓͔̘̖̝̲̰̼͇̤̻̙͕͙̝̠̲͉̪̝̻͉̫̦̮͚̟̤̼̝̠̗͊̀͗̔̓̓͌̓̆̏̂͒͛̋̊̑̏̔͐̈̓̒̋̒̉͛̿͐̑̈́͆̿́̇̓̚͠͠͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅ
_̴̧̢̧̧̢̧̢̡̧̛̮̣͉̞̬̩̖̜͍̩͇̦̬͓͉̦͙̗͔͔͈͕̹̗̟̞͍͈̹̰̟̘̮̲̼̼̻͇͕̟̣̝̱̬̟̗̤͍̮̹͖̼͙̠̼̠̯͉̺̝̣̽̏̈́̀̿̆̑̌̄̌̓̒͐͂̑̔̈́̐͌̇̉͑̄̅͒̉̓̍̊̽͐̽̅̊̈́͆́͐̆̀͆̈́̐͊̊̀̒̀̎̽͂̄͗̐́͊̑͗̈́̃̄̉̀͂́̕̚͝͠_̵̨̡̡̨̢̧̛̛̞̝͔̳͙̲͍̗̹̥̝̫̜͔̻̜͚̞͈̗͉̰̙̞̠̮͍̹͔͙̻̮͍͍͓͈̼͕͍̖̱̲̰͓̱͙̲͕̪̼̝̰̥̺̙̫̲͕̥͖͈̣̝̗̯̱̬̥̠̩̃̈̃̐̂͌̑͌̒̀̏̓͛̃̈̂́̋͗́̒̓͒͛̾͌̀͂̆̉̚͘͘͘͜͜͝͝ͅͅ_̸̡̢̧̨̱̹͈̱̟̭̼͎̱̣̳̞͉͉̹̬͉̬͇̯̦̱͈̟̙͕̣̟͉̹̱̳̯͕͚̝͎̪͍̙͚̝̖̟̺͍̙̼̝͔̲͖̺̩̮͈̼̠̬̩͉̩̭͍͇͔͎̻̤͗̈́̆̏̅́̚̚͜͜ͅ_̷̢̨̢̡̨̧̨̡̢̡̢̝͖͎̩͙͇̟̥̮̙̻̯͔͍͖̜̭͍̻̰̭̥̭̠̞̳͚̭̝͓̰͎̺̞͖̤̪̭͖̫̭̯̖̝͉͎͚̗̭̥̜̰̙̤͕̯̞̝̪̼̀̊̍͋̀͐́͗̏̐͋̔͝͠͝ͅ_̴̢̛̛̛͈̤̦̹̮̺̅́́̓̽̀̄̎͗̾̅͛̎͂̏́̆̒́͂̊͌̄̈̈́̇̅͆̾̌̒̓͐͊̿̆̐̽̚̚͘͘͠͝͝_̷̡̧̡̫͓̝͉̟̩̼͉̝̭͕͉̻̹̱̖̲̪̤̬̰̗̥̣̤͔͈̽̓̏̐̾̈́̄͑̄́̈̈́̔͑̎̽̽̎̒̈́̾͑̿̓̂̏̓̾͆̌̃̑̌͆̔̈́̏̈̍̍̊̾̀͊̅̓̇̈͊̓͆̀̄͊̽̅̽́̔̑̈̉̔̒̊̓̂̕̕͘̚̚͘͜͝͝͠͠͝_̵̨̢̡̛͖̯̤̠͇̗̣̞͓̹̼̦͙͓͉̞̦̲͇̲͍̰̼̝̺̰̬͇̹̠̝͖͇͍̳̞̬̻̜̠̳̘͕̬͓̲̥͆̾̂̿͌̎͘͜͜͜͜͠ͅ_̶̧̧̧̢̛̘̺͚̳̟̩͇̳̥̮̥̯̫̼͓͖̪̰̝̦͔̞̟̲̳͉̗͇̳̪̫͈̬͖̼̭͍̱̑̓̿̊̌̏͐̋̋̅̓̏̐̃̉̇̾́̿̒̉͒͌̿̈́̑̈̀̀̉̈̔̐͋̂̋̀̈̀̀̓̊̀̄̀̽̋̀̎̾̽́̇̀̅̓͊̋̚̚̚̕͜͝͠͝͝͠ͅ_̴͉̪̻̟̩̱̻͎̮̤͓̟̖͋́́̽̍̓̌̓̒̎͛̿̔̎̇̇̽̽́͆͌̊̾̔̉̍͂̂̌̑̽͂̓͑͊̂̿̓̓̂̋̾̒̋̉̈́̆̎̈́̑͑̋͑̊̐͑̃̓͆̄̅͊͑̎̓̎̔̿̽̅̕̚̚̕̕͠͠͠͠͝_̵̢̨̡̡̯̥̦̘̪̗͙̰̦͉̙̠͇͚̥͖̞͇͕̥̤͕̻͖̰̞̣͉̺̬̺̤̊͗͛̄̌̏̎̄͒̆͂̇͑́́̉͌̔͐͑̾̚̕͝͝͝͝ͅ_̶̡̧̣̜̮̰̱̥̫̳͍̻̟̠͎̩͖̪̠͔̤͔̯̟͎̼͈͓͇̟̰̩̤̝͔͖͚̓͋̃̓̃̄͜͜ͅͅͅͅ_̵̧̢̛̛̟͉͔͉͚̣̬̩̮̙͇̱̫͕̫͔͎̦̠̺̔̎̂̎̀̔̀́̂̋̾͊͑̀̍̋͂̆͒̄̐͜͜͝͝͝_̷̡̨̢̯̹̻͓̜͙̥̥͎̪͎̮̰̹͕̬͔̣̪̘̩̬̥͈͈͔̞͔̮̤͉͍̹̮̩͈̱̲̖̞̳̜̝͐͂̃̅̑͂͂̕͝͠_̷̨̡̛̛̳̯̺͖̪͖̪̝͇̯̗͈͈̬̥͔͈̯͎͇̰̙͈̳̩̗͍̮͔͈̺̺́̔̈́́͊́̽̈̑̎͆̓̊́̒͑̅̾̇͐͂̾̔͐̓̔̈́̐̀͆̓͐̏̽̿̈́̊̔́͒̈̈̽͑͊͒͒̀́̓́̇̕̕̚̕͜͠͝͠͝ͅ

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ リᒷᓵꖌꖎᔑᓵᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⊣ᔑ⍊ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ╎ᓭ ʖ𝙹⚍リ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ||𝙹⚍ ⚍リℸ ̣ ╎ꖎ ||𝙹⚍ ᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ʖᔑᓵꖌ"

"╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ℸ ̣ ∷|| ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ℸ ̣ ᔑꖌᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ リᒷᓵꖌꖎᔑᓵᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ᔑリ↸ ||𝙹⚍∷ "∴𝙹∷ꖎ↸" ∴╎ꖎꖎ ʖᒷ !¡⚍リ╎ᓭ⍑ᒷ↸"

"∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭ ᔑリ↸ !¡ꖎᔑ||ᒷ∷ᓭ ᔑ∷ᒷリ'ℸ ̣ ᓭ⚍!¡!¡𝙹ᓭᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ʖᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ-"

"FOR THE LAST TIME!! THAT! IS! NOT! MY! NAME!!!" "-⊣∷ᔑ╎リ"

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᔑ∷ᒷリ'ℸ ̣ ᓭ⚍!¡!¡𝙹ᓭᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ╎リℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ᔑᓵℸ ̣ ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑ ᔑリ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷-"

"IM NOT A WATCHER!"

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ !¡ꖎᔑ||ᒷ∷ᓭ !¡ꖎᔑ|| ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ╎∷ ⊣ᔑᒲᒷ-

ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ !¡ꖎᔑ||."

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ╎∷ ᓭ⚍!¡!¡𝙹ᓭᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 !¡ꖎᔑ|| ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭ ⊣ᔑᒲᒷ"

"||𝙹⚍ ᔑ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᔑ⍊ᒷ↸ 𝙹リᒷ. 𝙹⎓ ᓵ𝙹⚍∷ᓭᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ᔑ ∴ᔑℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ᒷ∷!"

"∴ᒷ !¡╎ᓵꖌᒷ↸ ||𝙹⚍ ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ-

∴ᒷ !¡╎ᓵꖌᒷ↸ ||𝙹⚍ ⎓𝙹∷ 𝙹⚍∷ !¡ꖎᔑリ."

"リ𝙹∴ 𝙹⚍∷ !¡ꖎᔑリ ᓵᔑリℸ ̣ ʖᒷ ᓵ𝙹ᒲ!¡ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ᒷ↸ ∴╎ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹⚍ℸ ̣ ||𝙹⚍."

"I WILL NEVER BECOME A WATCHER OR COMPLETE SOME STUPID PLAN YOU HAVE!?!"

"╎ ꖌリ𝙹∴ ||𝙹⚍ ∴𝙹リ'ℸ ̣ , ᔑℸ ̣ ꖎᒷᔑᓭℸ ̣ リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⎓𝙹∷ リ𝙹∴."

They left me but before they did they materialized a chamber and said something about Mumbo's nightmares, then they just randomly left.

I was standing right outside when I suddenly was put inside the room and in chains. I sat the for a while before anyone came in or rather near the box. Then I saw Mumby coming not with his mask, armor, anything! Then I saw it-

He had a netherite sword sparking with red electricity, his hands up to his elbows were covered in the same infectious thing that had taken over parts of his body it was just more solid, making a claw-like shape. There was electricity going up to his shoulders, casting an eerie glow on him and the room.

I finally looked up at his face.

I wished I hadn't looked up at his face, that crooked twisted expression, the sharp-pointed teeth, those blood-red eyes filled to the brim with hatred, anger, sadness-

anguish, suffering, stress, and...

....

Pain.

It hurt me to look at him, to see him suffering.

He came up to me with that sick twisted smile that only insanity could lead to,

and stabbed me.

He stabbed me over and over again, I was getting shocked by the electricity that coated his sword, over, and over, over, and over, over, and over, each time more painful than the last.

Then he stopped.

There was blood spilling out of me faster than my mind could regenerate, and I could see him standing there, tears falling silently down his face, him wording im sorry over and over and over again. I could tell he had been holding back, trying to restrain himself.

His eyes were filled with agony, sorrow, grief.

He came over to me once again but this time, the same eyes I saw a few seconds ago were still there but filled with distress this time.

"Im so sorry Gri."

All I could feel was excruciating pain as Mumby shocked me, directly touching me, not restraining anymore, sending his most painful shock at me. It was like he was trying to wake me up all the other times but didn't want to hurt me.

And it worked, what I awoke to was just Mumby laying beside me on his bed with me sort of laying-standing beside his bed. I noticed how he seemed to be distressed one minute and then was happy like he had conflicting emotions about what was happening. When he finally calmed down he seemed to be happier now but in a strange way like he was enjoying doing something, but it seemed too happy to be a normal human emotion. Eh, maybe he's really happy, I don't know. Im going to figure out what happened to me. (Time to read those books.)

|Mumbo's Dream|

At first, I was dreaming about hurting the hermits, killing them, watching them die, over and over again. When I suddenly stopped and was unable to move.

I saw a black shadowy figure approach and send me somewhere. It was still all black just with a small gray box a couple of feet in front of me.

I lost control of my body as Feral took us closer, soon reaching the box. I could feel him making that sickening, twisted grin he loves to make. I didn't know why he was making that awful face until I decided to look around.

There in the box was Gri in chains, tied to the wall, unable to move.

As we came closer I tried to fight him, only making him angry. When he was angry he took it out on his imaginary hermits, just this didn't feel like he had done this, it didn't feel like anything he made. He likes seeing them try to run away, he didn't usually have them in chains.

Right, when he started stabbing Gri I saw something, my hands. They were covered in the same Redstone like the infection that's on all over my body, it's just more... solid and claw-shaped, with red electricity sparking off it.

He let me back in control for a few minutes, I knew what I had to do to end the suffering this Grian clone, imaginary thing. I had to kill it, shock the life out of it.

So that's what I did, I shocked him so many times, trying to hold back, trying not to let my emotions overwhelm me.

I tried and tried but I still couldn't get this thing to go away. I finally decided to put everything into one last shock, hoping it would get rid of this insufferable grief I feel when I see his face.

"Im so sorry Gri."

I shocked him.

I was so overwhelmed as Feral took over, grief, sorrow, and distress washing over me like a wave, almost drowning me. I had been suppressing my emotions the whole time, trying not to think of anything.

Then I felt a calmness wash over me as well as sadness, seeming to irradiate off of something. I turned around only to be met with Feral crying-

CRYING!?!

He had never shown a specific emotion, usually only showing all of them jumbled together in a mess of emotions, not able to focus on one.

"You know I still care about Gri." "Im you still, and he's still the love of my life." He what!?! "H-how?" "That wasn't me. Even though I like seeing the hermits suffer, I'd never hurt Gri. I'd never what to, even when im in my box killing them you don't see me kill him."

I almost felt bad for this other side of me, he wasn't controlling himself. When he supposedly stopped and I started shocking Grian to get it to go away, that wasn't just me crying- that was both of us as if both of us we're in control of one body.

The thing is I almost.

He was still insane and mentally unstable, I was sure I couldn't trust him.

I saw him playing with something in his hand when I felt a burning pain throughout my body waking me up.

I woke up and looked around the room completely forgetting what happened last night and spotted Gri sitting on his bed reading a book. I went over to him not noticing my hands.

"Morning Gri!" "Mornin, Mumby!" "Whatcha reading?" "Its one of the books from the mansion, im trying to find out what this is." Gesturing to his wings, tail, and horns. "So, have you found anything yet?" "Not really... all I've found was something called Curse of the Bird, which is just wings and not this other stuff." "Okay... Do you mind if I help you?" "Not at all! I could use some help. After all, we have a couple of books to go through!"

|???|

"Did you tell him?" "Yes, I told him not to take the necklace off or he and his "Home" will suffer greatly." "Good, good."

...

...

"Did you do the thing?" "Yes, he is now slightly afraid of him." "Good, we don't need them together." "K, do you think this is slightly wrong." "Not at all, we need him and that's that." "Good just making sure you're absolutely sure you want to do this that way." "He's not supposed to be there anyway, we're doing him a favor, taking away that monster."

"Right, now what about the necklace." "What about it?" "What if he finds out how to get it off." "He won't." "What if the watcher there figures out how to get it off." "He's two generations lower, they didn't practice that type of magic."

"Good, now what about his mask?"

"You're asking too many questions."

"But-"

"He will play, he will not, he deepens his course of finding out not."

"Two playing, one will only watch, if he does not, he will find out not."

"One was saved, one was left, more shall go to fill his dept."

"More shall perish, his actions decide, not he will die,"

"Consequences for actions, decide not he will, his life will perish, be brought anew."

"The mask will guide, give him, gift him, not will he find out, his life anew with a graceful life."

"Destiny frail, him on thin ice, if found out-

"he will not find his way out"

I have no idea what the actual filipin frick I wrote at the end but now I want to write in more riddles and rhymes. Anyways that's the end of chapter 12!

Ima be one my way now as to not stare at the riddles for too long and want to rhyme.

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