WARNING: Blood, dead animals, gore

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A maniacal laugh came through the jungle, Grian ran through the leafy biome, slapping branches away from his head as me tripped and skidded to his base. He yelled and laughed, sloshing through ponds and away from the 'Meany Bears'. 

"Grian?" Iskall called, looking out from the top of their tree stump. "What's with you?" As the laughing red flash came past their base, they climbed down, forgetting their new elytra.

Grian faced Iskall in the pond, far enough for Iskall not to reach him easily, but close enough for Iskall to hear, and most importantly, hear him clearly. "Hi, Iskall!" he grinned.

Iskall's eyes widened as they stepped closer. Grian had a belt around his waist, blooded parrot heads of different colors hanging from it. A short diamond dagger was in his hand, blade and handle stained with new blood. His eyes were widened, a dash of craziness in them. Blood covered his hands and part of his face.

"Grian, what the heck!?" Iskall yelled. "I thought you loved birds!"

"Oh, I do," Grian cackled. "I love them to death!"  He yanked a red parrot head from his belt, holding it triumphantly into the air. "See, each one I catch, I end with great honor!" He stroked the parrot's feathers, caked with dry blood."Oh! And here's one now!"

Annoying Business Parrot flew over Grian's head.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE KILL MY PARROT, YOU MANIAC!" But it was too late.

Grian jumped up, grabbing the poor bird by the torso. ABP squawked, unable to move its wings. "Oh, I've got you now!" Grian laughed, holding his dagger up. He held the bird parallel to the water, ready to kill it with his homemade guillotine. 

"GRIAN! NO, YOU FREAKING BIRD-KILLER!" Iskall's eyes teared up. "DON'T YOU DARE KILL MY P-PARROT!" The poor Swede started to break down.

Grian didn't feel any guilt as he thrust his arm down, fully chopping the parrot's head off. He slid his finger across the already blooded dagger, parrot blood on his finger. He streaked it across his face as he picked the bird's head up with his other hand.

"HOW!?" Iskall screamed, falling to their knees. "HOW COULD YOU TAKE SUCH A SMALL, INNOCENT LIFE SO EASILY!?" Tears flew down their cheek, staining their green hoodie.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe I'm a PARROT MAN!" Grian yelled. He threw Annoying Business Parrot's body to Iskall, launching off into the sky as he fastened his new trophy to his belt.

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"Grian?" Mumbo called. "Grian, what was Iskall on about earlier?" No answer. "Hmm."

Mumbo stood at the tunnel. Yes, it was a mail road, but a minecart could fit any spoon. He stepped in, pushing himself off from a wall.

After a minute of riding, the smell of blood flooded Mumbo's nose. He grimaced, knowing exactly what Iskall was talking about earlier. As he rode closer to Grian's base, maniacal laughter flew down the road. Colorful yet bloodstained feathers speckled the floor as Mumbo zoomed past.

Soon, a minecart bumped into Mumbo's. He hopped out before his went flying back to his base, grabbing hold of the message cart. He opened the small chest inside of it, horrified of what was inside.

A tattered notebook sat in one side of the chest. Multiple colored, blooded parrot heads lay inside, too. A chicken head lay there, a rope next to it. Blood covered the inner walls of the box, staining it to the outside. 

Mumbo's eyes widened, holding up the book to read it. He gulped, turning to the first page. In scratchy handwriting, it said, barley legible:

Dear Mumbo- I mean, Bumbo or whatever:

Hi! It's me, Grian! Iskall says I'm crazy, but I don't know what they mean. I just like birds. Look, their parrot's head is here! *A crude sketch of a gray parrot head sits in the margins of the page* They don't like it, tho! Why do u think that? AM I crazy? I don't think so. Look! I have so many parrots for us to share! I have more than all the hermits times 2! *parrot heads sketches fill a line in the page* Isn't that amazing?  I think Iskall is the one crazy here. They're building a tree! Not growing it, but BUILDING it! I'm just making a castle! Anyways, u wanna come over? I guess so if ur reading this, because you are home! Just come through the *trapped is crossed out* letter tunnel! Just ride over :)! Look, u don't hav to, tho. I already have ur parrot here! *a parrot head is sketched next to it* So I guess u don't hav 2. Ok byeeeee!!!!! <3, G

Horrified, Mumbo picked up the chicken head and rope. "He did not..." he read over the note. "The heck, I'm coming over. But I'm walking, that letter is creepy as vex."

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Ohmygoodness I love writing this... I hope you loved reading it!

Bye, little snakes!

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