#he should overthrow Grian

[smoozie]

The permit office bit is funny for now... but like... the post office WILL need a permit to sell stamps. It's funny that Grian is refusing to answer his nonsense questions rn, but eventually there does need to be a proper system. Especially since people will probably want to sell services (Scar's landscaping, Iskall's hitman, etc) and need to create permits for them.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Jellie and the Entity can communicate

Topics of conversation between Jellie and Entity:

How good it feels to lie in the sun (a high quality hobby common to both rocks and cats)

Grian and the usefulness thereof (Jellie thinks he gives at least decent headpats, the Entity contributed something indescribable but appreciative about his life energy being "tasty")

What the best moss texture is

Whether the Hermits should let night happen more often (both think they should)

Whether or not to start an uprising and overthrow the humans (too much work, they both agree)

It's good for Jellie to have company. Whether it's good for the Entity or not is...hard to say, but it hasn't eaten anybody yet, so that must be a good sign! Amazing what a good solid friendship can do. :)

~ Mod Shade

[neoflames]

-HERMITCRAFT ROYALTY/MEDIEVAL AU-

(Same AU as my other oneshot)

Also yes, I'm gonna try and write in present tense whenever I write this AU :)

Oneshot Summary: Grian discovers that his sister, Lady Pearl of Hermitopia, is leading a resistance against their brother, King Ren.

Grian opens the door just a crack, peeking through the gap.

He was following Pearl, who had been acting awfully suspicious over the last few weeks. The dirty blonde had seen her slip out of Ren's throne room with a muttered, unintelligible excuse, and that had peaked his interest.

He glances around. From his limited point of view, he can see that there are three people in the empty room, all of them standing around a table.

The first person Grian can see is his sister. Lady Pearl. A tall, lanky woman with brown hair and blonde highlights that is piled up in an elegant bun on top of her head. A floor length maroon cloak with golden embroidery is brushing the floor around her beaten, black leather boots, covering most of her white blouse and a pair of dark pants.

On her left stands a burly brunette man who appears to be a mix between a dwarf and a demon hybrid. He has the same build as a dwarf, and yet he has horns reminiscent of a demon's poking out of his hair. He's wearing a leather tunic and light pants, and a wiry tail with a tuft of fur at the end is poking out from under his cloak.

On her right is a bespectacled satyr who is hopping from foot to foot with an anxious expression. She is easily the shortest of the group, with brown horns poking out of her flowing, waist length ginger hair. The woman has soft green eyes that give her a somewhat innocent look, and the pale brown freckles dappled across her face as well as the goat ears poking out of her hair add to that effect. She's wearing a blouse similar to Pearl's, only it has puffy sleeves, and she's wearing leather pants.

Grian watches with a curious expression as the satyr smiles awkwardly. "I just don't know if this would be the best idea. We barely have any support as of yet, Pearl. We should wait till we've recruited more people."

"I get what you're saying, Gem, but it's just- annoying to see my brother flouncing around, putting ridiculous decrees into place and making stupid, biased laws official." Oh, so she isn't talking about me. Grian lets out a quiet sigh of relief. Thankfully. "It's annoying to sit around and bite my tongue. And it's even more annoying to pretend nothing is happening in front of Grian. He's so incredibly... inquisitive is putting it nicely. I won't be able to keep it from him for much longer." Pearl says with a sigh.

Wait, keep what from me? Grian's gaze flicks to the satyr, who Pearl had called Gem. "I understand, Pearl," the ginger haired girl says in a sympathetic tone of voice, "and I know it must be hard, but we need to wait until the resistance has more support before trying to overthrow King Ren." Wait, wait, wait- resistance? "Impulse? What do you think?" Gem turns to the man presenting himself as a demon hybrid.

"I think that neither of you have noticed Lady Pearl's brother watching from the door." Impulse says wryly, turning to face Grian, who lets out a mildly alarmed squeak. Pearl spins around to stare at the door.

"Grian?!" She yelps as Grian pushes the door open fully, the woman's elegant air vanishing rapidly. The brunette straightens with an embarrassed expression. "How long have you been stood there?" Pearl queries, pulling a face.

"Long enough to hear that you're planning on overthrowing Ren." His sister's face falls.

"Listen, Grian- I can explain-" Grian cuts her off with a laugh, grinning at her.

"You don't need to explain! That's great. Ren's getting far too big for his boots. In fact, I could- help you out if you'd like. Not join you, but- help you out." Despite the fact that she looks mildly irritated by his informal saying (he can practically hear her remarking, "Too big for his boots? That doesn't even make sense, brother,'), Pearl smiles slightly.

"Well... I suppose you can help us out. Not join us, but-" The brunette glances at Impulse and Gem for confirmation. Gem nods brightly, and Impulse nods after some hesitation. "Welcome to the resistance, G!" The parrot hybrid raises both eyebrows at Pearl's informality. "Well- obviously you aren't joining the resistance, just helping us out, but... I'm glad we share the same mindset." The woman smiles again.

Impulse nods. “It’s nice to… officially meet you, Prince Grian. My name is Impulse. I believe you work alongside one of my boyfriends- does the name Zedaph ring a bell?” The brunette adds curiously, and Grian nods- he has seen the blonde around, now that he thinks about it.

“And I’m Gem!” The satyr adds brightly, beaming. “I work in the palace gardens.”

Grian grins. “Well, it’s nice to meet both of you.”

[jestroer]

If you’re still doing the ship things: thoughts on RenScar or GriDubs? I feel like they’re pretty obscure despite having super fun dynamics

I was asleep for a bit sorry its pretty late :)

Renscar is a thing i think that would not come to most people before the whole kings court shenanigans, although they actually had some banter in season 6 that had a very fun dynamic i now remember. Either way, if we are talking in the context of Ren the King and HoTGuY than yeah that one is super fun. I think Bdubs is a central piece of the reason why they work, but ship being just the two of them is so funny, like, Bdubs is forced to endure them being awful. Scar is a kinda guy who does not overthrow the king only because he can put sooo many homoerotic comments in their every conversation and also he is kings special guy who can do anything he asks for because he is such a good servant. I think Ren is kinda holding him close only out of spite and intrigue and maybe a little bit of jealousy. Ren loves his personal space, Scar also loves Rens personal space you know. Like i didn't think about it this much before you asked me but i can see it, more people should do something about it i think

GriDubs is fun in similar kinda way to Gribeans because for me personally, those three are in the same kinda lane of characters. Grian and Bdubs have another layer tho - those two looove to put someone else in power. They work best as extension of someone else sorry if it sounds a bit weird i mean it in the best way possible. They work best in the context of the life series. Like, they kinda work. A bit similar to martian? But I don't think they would be a constant reminder and boil spite and they are doomed to ruin each other i think they could find a bit of comfort in each other. They could work in some kinda specific au for Third life i think, i wouldn't say they are as universal as like grumbo or treebark but they could just click in specific circumstances.

[sweetest-honeybee]

To Hell and Back

Chapter 31

Summary: Introducing a new evil hermit in the story and Doc nearly chokes BadTimes to death.

Characters: Doc, Impulse, BadTimes (Oscar), Hex (my Evil Mumbo) (NPC Grian, Xisuma, Hels, Wels, and Evil X mention)

TW: Strangulation and (kind of) swearing I believe?

Notes: Yes, notes will become a consistent thing lol, but I love this chapter a lot because of Oscar’s characterization :D

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The Evil Hermits were interesting to say the least. BadTimes led them around the vast area which resembled their server in some way. The land seemed generated quite the same, and in the places where their bases were in the overworld, they were there in HelsCraft, as BadTimes called it. The castle for The Champion was actually the Hels version of Grian’s castle he built, just the land was changed here and there.

There was a ‘jungle’- large burnt trees- close to it, and within the jungle was a very tall withering tree, presumably the HelsCraft version of Iskall’s base, owned by who BadTimes called Iskill. However, they weren’t on their way there after getting a glimpse at the other bases. The moment they were through the lava and flying around, their eyes landed on Mumbo’s HelsCraft base. Unsurprisingly, it was built nearly identical to it but gears and hundred block tall machinery ticked with metallic groans outside of the temple. Smokestacks made their way from the ground and the place looked more like a factory than the preserved temple.

BadTimes decided that that was where they would be visiting first as far as actually talking to the Evil Hermits was concerned. He said he had an ally there named Hex. Hex was supposedly Mumbo’s evil doppelgänger and that all of the Evil Hermits, and a large portion of HelsCraft itself, tended to rely on him for materials. BadTimes said he was respected, nearly a Champion but lacked a will to fight all the time and didn’t care to please The Lord of Darkness.

Already had been flying around, BadTimes led them to land on the spire in the middle of the factory, wings folding behind them neatly. Doc and Impulse were absolutely stunned by the build itself, not that Mumbo’s general base in the overworld wasn’t already incredibly impressive. Just the intense amount of machinery and watching farms grow and be harvested in amounts at a time by the hundreds. It was incredible and that made Impulse particularly giddy to meet this redstone master.

BadTimes had them land on the highest layer of the spire and let Doc and Impulse take in the ginormous build and it’s details. Occasionally, they saw BadTimes glance around, presumably looking for his friend. Though, were friends a thing here? BadTimes said Hex was an ally, not a friend. Yet, Evil X said Hels considered the Evil Hermits to be his friends at one point.

That also brought a thought to Doc, from something Hels told him a while back. He decided to ask BadTimes anyways while Impulse was busy looking over the edge. The creeper stepped up to the evil terraformer with a grunt.

“Weren’t you the one who helped in dethroning Hels?” He asked, not sparing a glance at the other, simply watching Impulse gawk and ramble about the machinery as he stood next to the evil hermit.

On the other hand, BadTimes didn’t seem fazed by the question, simply keeping an unmoving gaze. “Yes. I helped NPC get the throne. Wasn’t the one who stabbed em’ though.” He side eyed Doc carefully. “Why.”

Doc nodded, taking in the information that Hels, in fact, didn’t lie if he was talking shit about his previous companions. “We need your help,” he muttered.

That brought a chuckle out of BadTimes. “What, with The Lord a’ Darkness?” He whistled, emphasizing the size of that kind of task. “Can’t help ya’ there. ‘S got all of us wrapped around his finger. You want help, you get NPC. Kid’s got tons of power.”

The creeper sighed, then faced BadTimes curiously. “Why did you help us? In the castle?”

“Aw, now don’t bring none a’ that here. I did y’all a favor, but I don’ do it out of the nonexistent kindness of my heart, Doc. You owe me.”

Doc hummed, a fair point. “Right, well, you didn’t say you wouldn’t help us with The Lord of Darkness because you didn’t want to. You said it because you’re not able to.”

BadTimes snorted at the observation, nodding his head fondly. “Who said I like workin’ for em’? I don’t care about none a’ y’all, but I like not having to murder people all the time for his satisfaction. I want out just as bad as you do, but that’d hurt that Scar fellow.”

That was true. Hels trying to get out only landed in whatever was going on with Wels. “Right, right. Why’d you overthrow Hels then?”

The other shrugged. “Needed NPC up there. He don’ hurt anyone, really. Soft kid, actually. But even without whatever The Lord gave em’ as a reward, he’s got enough power to wipe out a city with a snap.” BadTimes sighed, almost sadly. “Kid ain’t from here, Doc. He could change this but it would risk everything we got here.”

“Change what?”

The trio turned their heads towards the familiar British accent, though much deeper than they thought it’d be, more distorted. There stood, who Impulse and Doc assumed, was Hex. Unsurprisingly, the man was still sporting the curled handlebar mustache, and his outfit screamed the word Victorian. This man, they already could tell, was some kind of inventor. Maybe the googles were the deciding factor for that thought.

“Howdy, Hex! Showin’ these fellas around. Lord a’ Darkness took em’ from the overworld.” BadTimes pointed a thumb at the two behind him.

“Figured,” the Brit replied, though not hardly showing much interest to them. “Touch anything and I'll have you ground in the gears down there, understand?” Doc and Impulse nodded, Impulse still with a grin on his face.

“You are like- holy shit, how long have you been doing this?!” The redstoner asked excitedly. “This is amazing!”

Hex tilted his chin up proudly. “Years. This world kinda forces you to get better than most. Competition, I’d say, is probably why it happens to look like this anyways.”

“You’ve got to teach me,” Impulse replied, bouncing on his heels.

“Better hope you can keep up, I don’t wait.” Hex ended his sentence on a cold stare, but even behind the mustache, you could see his lips perk up just slightly.

BadTimes decided to interject their little conversation. “Ay Hex, gotta ask you somethin’. Think you can do anythin’ to help this whole Lord a’ Darkness thing?” he asked, putting a hand on the brit’s shoulder.

He’d shook his head. “I don’t believe so, no. NPC can’t do anything?”

“Ah, ‘s what we were thinkin’. Hels ain't havin’ a fun time though, Wels is gettin’ possessed by The Lord.”

“Serves him right....” Hex muttered. “Evil Xisuma dragged him over there, he can stay for all I care.”

“Hex, he was just tryin’ to please The Lord. You know what happens when you don’ please The Lord.”

“Well, The Lord can punish me,” he replied in a disgusted tone, plucking the other evil hermit’s hand off his shoulder. “I don’t care about Mumbo. I’m not being paid to sit around and do his handiwork. I invent for myself, Oscar.”

BadTimes huffed, quirking a brow at the inventor. “So you won’t help us with a little revolution?” he asked with a pout.

Hex merely rolled his eyes with a slight smile, then looking at Doc and Impulse. “What’s been going on in your world, anyways? We heard it’s getting bad. Your own admin is starting to turn on you.”

The pair’s eyes widened, jaws dropping at the phrase. Xisuma turning on them? Had he been possessed as well? Doc wondered about it, then realizing now how aggressive the admin had been since this whole thing started. Now, he and Keralis were off somewhere, probably finding Hels and Evil X to figure out what was going on. That could only lead to something bad.

“Uh….” Doc started, promptly shutting his mouth in confusion. “I….don’t know apparently. I didn’t know Xisuma was….” he trailed off, the Evil Hermits stared at him curiously.

“You’re an idiot,” Hex commented. Doc sent him a glare, but that was quickly returned by the inventor. “You seriously haven’t noticed this entire time? Whew boy, you’re in for a treat.”

“Yeah,” BadTimes agreed. “Can’t believe you didn’t know Evil X was bein’ punished too. I mean I don’ like the guy, but just somethin’ you should know.”

The pair dragged their hands down their faces, glancing at each other worriedly.

“We’ve gotta get back to the overworld,” said Impulse. He looked at the Evil Hermits with pleading eyes. “There’s gotta be a way for us to get back.”

“Look, I’m sorry boys, but-“

The Evil Hermits paused, pulling out phone-like objects from their pockets. Impulse and Doc realized quickly that the Evil Hermits had their own communicators. That quickly gave the both of them ideas.

“Xisuma experienced kinetic energy,” Hex read. “Hm, guess he’s not doing great either.”

“You have communicators?” Doc asked them.

Quickly, they pocketed their comms. “Yeah, they ain’t for you though, back off.”

“You don’t understand, we’ve gotta get back home, BadTimes,” the creeper growled.

“I think we’re done meetin’ people for today, Doc,” the other replied rather blankly.

“I thought you wanted to get out of this!”

Impulse turned to pull him away from BadTimes. “Doc, don’t-“

Doc pulled his shoulder away from Impulse harshly. “No, we’re getting out of here. You’ve gotta help us, because if you wanna leave this,” he gestured around them. “This is how.”

Without hesitation, both Evil Hermits drew their swords, the familiar netherite blades reflecting the luminance in the spire. Hex stepped forward with BadTimes and Impulse stepped away from the trio, far away. Doc stood his ground with a snarl. Yet, he spread his arms away from him with a smirk.

“Go on then. Kill me. I’ll get stuck on that island again, won’t I?”

“No, actually.” Hex looked at Impulse darkly. He walked back and pressed a button on the wall, one of many of them littering it. “But he can go.”

A couple seconds after the button was pressed, an arrow shot out of a hidden dispenser, striking Impulse in the chest. The redstoner, having been close to the edge, stumbled backwards, finding no more ground behind him. Despite this, his shock kept him from yelling on his way off the edge. Doc ran to catch his hands but at the last second, Impulse’s fingers slipped through his grip and he watched as his friend descended painfully into the machinery at the bottom of the build, watching blood splatter in the large gears.

ImpulseSV suffocated, they knew their communicators read. The server mechanics wouldn’t be able to name any other death.

The creeper took a step back, silent at what’d just happened to his friend.

“Don’ worry about it. He’ll spawn back up there. I’m gonna go grab em’-“ BadTimes was interrupted by a metallic grip around his neck pushing up against one of the stone pillars. He grabbed at Doc’s arm, clawing at it, but the hold didn’t budge. Quickly, he was lifted off the ground, left squirming in the air against the wall.

“You don’t respawn, Oscar. You can help me or I strangle you to death,” Doc snarled. “Just a damn pitiful creature. Nothing more than a skeleton, aren’t you.”

With that, Hex pulled a bow from his inventory, aiming it at the creeper. “Let him go or I call NPC. He won’t be merciful.”

The hand around BadTime’s throat tightened and he choked, swallowing thickly. “H- Hex don’t—“ he rasped. “Doc,” he swallowed again. “I’m sorry- Can’t help your world.” The Evil Hermit began to feel lightheaded. “But I can get you out- I can-“ At those words, he fell to the floor, the hand no longer around his neck. He hacked and coughed, bringing his hands up to his now sore throat.

“Tell me how.”

“Oscar, you’re not seriously going to help him!”

“We need the NPC,” BadTimes muttered. “But you,” he pointed up at Doc. “Don’t ever call me Oscar, ya’ hear?”

“Noted, now go get Impulse.” Doc smirked at how BadTimes scurried away, stumbling to stand, and fumbling with his liftoff. Man’s all bark and no bite, isn’t he. The creeper turned to Hex, who stood motionless. He was confused as to what to do now.

“You’re gonna help us, too,” Doc growled.

[zallano]

The HereAfter, Chapter 14

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, read on AO3!

The entire chapter is under the cut. _

Mumbo was sick of the ticking. More than he was before.

He had made some progress on his island over the past four days. He spent two days mining and the other two were spent exploring past the shopping district. He found what appeared to be a dried up plains biome with strange grey-ish trees. The trees were bent and twisted in ways like no other tree Mumbo had seen before. He discovered that the trees were Acacia trees and he brought back a lot of wood. He also finally brought back a bed, something he really needed.

Although each time Mumbo would take a break to sleep or rest, he would have one of those weird dreams. The ticking would always be bad after each dream as well. He was tired of it and he was tired of the clocks.

However, the ticking was quiet at the moment and he was able to work freely. He spent his time wisely and redecorated his base using the acacia wood and some glass he was able to make. He also replanted more trees on his island and no longer was his tree house the last tree on the island. His island was becoming a lot nicer.

Although, Mumbo got no warning when Grian decided he wanted to show up randomly. The moment Mumbo made it down his long ladder, Grian was there to greet him. It still slightly shocked Mumbo when he saw Grian’s new look. Grian’s dark grey eyes, his clock and crescent moon. Though, Mumbo knew he looked just as odd with his own eyes and outfit.

“Hey Mumbo! Iskall and I are going to participate in a golf tournament against concorp. You want to come to play with us?”

Mumbo looked over at Grian. “Uh.. golf? Concorp? I’m not sure what those are,” he said while putting away his new materials into a chest. “Golf is this weird game with tridents and ender pearls. I’ll show you if you do want to come. ConCorp however,” he grimaced jokingly at the name. “Concorp is a company owned by Cub and Scar. Some time I plan on overthrowing Concorp- or at least attempt. I think it would be fun.” He laughed.

“Overthrowing an entire company? How are you going to manage that?” Mumbo asked and leaned against one of the stone walls of his base. Grian thought for a moment before shrugging. “I had an idea- but I think it will take a lot of redstone stuff and I don’t know redstone- like at all- and I don’t really think just building stuff can overthrow a corporation.”

Mumbo nodded slightly. “Well, I-“ he paused. He was going to say that he knew a bit of redstone, although he felt as if he knew a lot more about redstone than he originally thought, and that would be weird if he suddenly knew a lot of redstone out of nowhere. Especially considering he only learned it about a month ago. He felt as if he had built massive redstone builds years ago. Though he only had memories of his old world with no redstone.. and those dreams that had redstone. Those dreams that he was fairly certain were suppressed memories by now.

Those dreams made no sense though. He had never been to a different world apart from hermitcraft, at least that was what he believed.

“Well, I suppose I can play some golf with you guys. What are tridents and ender pearls though?” Mumbo continued. “Oh! Right, you probably don’t know. Well, tridents are these sword-things with spikes sort of things that can be thrown and- yeah no I’m bad at explaining. Basically, Drowneds have them.”

“Those weird water zombies? I think I’ve seen some holding those before.” Mumbo nodded, although he wasn’t sure. Each time he saw a Drowned he would rather run or swim away before it got too close.

Grian nodded. “And ender pearls are sometimes dropped from endermen. I’m not sure if you’ve seen them either. Basically, when you throw them you teleport.” Grian explained and Mumbo’s eyes widened. “You can teleport anywhere now? Why hasn’t anyone told me? That would’ve been so easy to get all this wood if I could just teleport to the forest!” He slightly regretted spending two days crossing the land.

“Oh no, you can’t teleport wherever you want. That doesn’t become a thing for a few centuries. You teleport wherever the ender pearl lands, and

you can only throw them so far.”

“Oh, well I guess that’s less useful then.” Mumbo sighed. He would still have to journey hundreds of blocks by foot to get stuff, and there was no way he was touching an elytra any time soon.

Grian nodded. “Yeah, but it’s still fun to use them while playing golf! I played with Iskall a few months ago and it was pretty chaotic. You need to join us because Concorp made the golf course and Scar has his cat along with him- and I’m not sure if cats are allowed to break rules or not.”

“What if I join ConCorp?”

Grian blinked a few times as if he was offended. “Then that would be four against two! You can’t do that!” He exclaimed and turned around, ready to leave. Mumbo laughed. “I’m only joking! Of course, I’ll join your team. I might not be good at playing though,”

“Nah it’s fine. Also, I have a spare golf outfit if you’d like to wear it to the tournament?” He asked heading over to a hole in Mumbo’s floor. “Uh, yeah sure. When’s the tournament?”

“Tomorrow around noon. You can meet me near my cart in the shopping district tomorrow morning. Iskall will be there, not sure about Cub and Scar though.” Grian explained briefly before dropping down the hole into the strip mines below.

Mumbo peeked over the edge. “Okay sounds good,” he said before Grian waved goodbye and left through the tumblers.

The sun was already setting. Mumbo knew that without checking outside or looking at his clock. He sat down on his bed to sleep. He was trying to get used to sleeping. Though it was difficult while he had the dreams.

_

“Okay, so, don’t get mad,” Mumbo walked alongside the others. “I know you guys stopped messing with the clocks once I arrived here, but hear me out,” he continued. The others exchanged glances before slowing down to a stop. “Mumbo, don’t tell me-“ one began.

“For the past few months, I’ve been working on an idea on how to get the clocks to work differently. Instead of bringing a person from the past or future here, how about bringing one of us into any time we want! I have a blueprint and everything- we just have to build it!” He smiled excitedly. The others did not look so excited. “Mumbo, the first rule is to not mess with the clocks. I thought you knew this.” One said, he looked down at Mumbo disapprovingly.

“Right- yeah- I know, but I figured out a way to travel through time freely and-“ Mumbo tried explaining though the others weren’t having it. “We told you specifically not to mess with the clocks. They aren’t safe.”

“But you guys used to work with the clocks? Why suddenly stop when you got them to work? Why can’t we further investigate how to use the clocks for our own benefit-“ he paused. “I told you guys not to get mad! Just think of the possibilities- we can go hundreds of years into the future! Or- the past- but I don’t know why you would want to go there-“ he rambled on.

“Kid, we are not building whatever redstone thing you want us to build. We aren’t messing with the clocks. Period.”

Mumbo’s face fell. He sighed. “We’re about being efficient, we’re about finding the glitches and features of our world and using them to our benefit.” He muttered.

“Mumbo, we just don’t want anyone getting hurt. Not anymore. Once we found out a way to stop glitches interfering with the clocks and taking us to different time periods unwillingly, we stopped. They’re dangerous and there’s no reason why we should mess with them anymore. You were the only exception.” Another told him. “And there’s no way any one of us would even let you go near the blue clock or any of the others to build anything anyway. The blue clock is dangerous and you’re just a child. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Mumbo sighed. He wasn't ‘just a child’. He was sixteen. That didn’t seem like a child’s age to him. He could build redstone without them. He had built many super smelters, giant farms, flying machines, and large piston doors. He didn’t need their approval to do anything.

Mumbo turned away from the group. “Okay..” he muttered. “I get it.”

_

Mumbo woke up suddenly. Each dream was clearer than the last. This one seemed to be particularly about being a teenage rebel. He squinted slightly, letting his eyes adjust to the light of the torches before sitting up. He was specifically told not to mess with the clocks. Mumbo remembered now. He remembered who those people were, their names, what they did. Pieces of his recent dreams were making a lot more sense and he could remember things that he didn’t dream.

Although, he could only remember up until the dream he just had. He wasn’t able to remember anything else. Mumbo covered his face and sighed. What couldn’t he remember? What did he forget?

He kicked off the blanket of his bed and stood up, running a hand through his hair in the process. He quickly dumped anything he didn’t need into a few unorganized chests- not that any was organized in the first place- before heading to the surface.

Hopefully, golf would be a lot more fun than what has been happening recently.