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What is the harm if I don't mind? - Gribeans, Mother spore

Helloo and welcome back to my page Gribeans nation o/

For this one Joel is in a bit of trouble but don't worry he apologizes.

⚠️ Warning for this chapter: cults, Mind control, drugging, brain washing, manipulation, mother spore is not a good person please stay safe ⚠️

If anything is triggering to you feel free to read my other one shots under #workanons writing

Enjoy 💼

His lungs burned together with his legs, Who could not get him out of here faster.

Joel never imagined he would one day run for his life but now he was, from an angry cult with their leader hot on his heels. The spores have worn off during the sermon and while under the influence his leader's words made sense, held truth but now without them? he was horrified by the words his leader so confidently spoke in front of the "resistance". That is what it all started as, a resistance. but it spiraling down to being a downright cult was something Joel didn't realize until it was too late.

He found it funny at first, when Grian proposed the idea of a resistance.ha ha purple grass is better than green grass. It's about the principal! But it all made sense now. How the HEP members tried to convince him to leave, Lizzie's tear filled eyes begging him to come with her. Scar's worried eyes when he denied this being a cult. It all made sense now.

Gasping for air Joel ran past the giant mushrooms, he knew he was nearing the border of the premise. Soon he would be on HEP's land and be safe from mother spores. That was his last thought before something collided with his back, groaning in pain he tried to wrestle the person off him. Joel didn't recognize them, it was probably a newer member trying to prove themselves to mother spore. However he couldn't really waste his thoughts on that at this moment. "Shit let me go! I can't stay here!" He shouts over the struggle, his words falling on deaf ears. A second follower arrived shortly after, both of them now shouting something, Joel didn't care he needed to get out he needs to warn HEP-

A harsh hit to his head left him dazed. Confusion filled his mind as what just hit him before he was manhandled onto his stomach, his wrist and legs tied together with rope. "Are you out of your mind?! You could have killed him!" The other voice spudded in alarm. "Well what else was I supposed to do?! Quick before he gets his bearings! " More members surrounded him and he was carried back to the base. His screams and warnings were ignored by the group, his attempts to break free were met with violence to the point he was left with a throbbing headache.

His right eye hurt and he already felt the start of a bruise forming, 'great a black eye' he thought bitterly. Letting his head hang low he mulled over his options, they were bringing him back to Mother spore, his betrayal was going to be a spectacle for sure. Would she kill him? A stunt like this was a huge embarrassment to her, the leader's right hand suddenly being against everything?He could only hope that some members would realize his words held truth. A grunt of pain left his lips as he was thrown on the dirt ground, in front of the building Mother spore only held sermons. Joel found it silly that she never called it a Church. White shoes lined with purple embroidery stepped into his vision, the white dress flowing with her steps. Looking up he saw the very person he hoped to get far away from.

Her veil was obscuring her face making it hard to read her expression, but her posture spoke volumes.

She was so pissed.

"I suggest we kill him for his betrayal!"

"Yes! He was trying to reach the HEP premise! He would have told them our plans!"

"Kill the traitor."

More followers called for his death and Joel could only close his eyes in defeat. However he was surprised when the shouts stopped and Grians voice spoke so softly to the crowd.

"Bring him to the rehabilitation center... I fear this is far more than a betrayal.." it sounded almost like she had to hold back tears. What was she planning?! Confusion spread across the crowd, Joel couldn't blame them. All traitors before had been killed, he'd be the first to not die by the cults hands.

"What do you mean this is not a betrayal?!" Another member cried out and he opened his eyes to look up at her again. Her head was turned to the crowd now, her posture expressed her sadness perfectly. Holding her hands tightly together, a thumb soothing over her knuckles.

"I saw the evil in his eyes. That is not my Joel. I know those eyes so well and back there, that wasn't him. An evil has possessed him and I am willing to fight for him, to save him. This is not like the cases we faced before, this is so much greater than what this commune has faced." Joel was baffled that she was willing to lie to the entire cult but that didn't explain why. What was she doing? Why was he worth saving?

Without further explanation he was lifted up and brought to a hut further away from everyone else. His restraints were removed and was locked in the small hut. His gaze flickered around the room. He only ever heard of this hut from members that went through a believer crisis. Some had a harder time believing as he was told and spent days here to find themselves again. In the corner a mattress was on the floor and a bookcase stood near it. Looking closer at the spines he read that most of them had something to do with mushrooms. Other than that the room was empty save for a bucket he could very much imagine was his restroom.

Hours passed before he heard the telltale click from the door again and there in her glory mother spore stood. Closing the door behind herself she never let him out of her sight, a shiver ran down his back.

"Joel.. what's going on..?" She spoke so softly, it was a front that wasn't grian anymore. Before she could say anything else he spoke in a harsh tone, raising up to his full height. Towering over the leader. "You are leading a cult! That is what's going on!" He growls, making sure to get all up into her personal space. Startled, she let herself be pressed against the door, her mushroom hat falling off after its edge hit the door behind her. He had never seen her so scared before.

"Joel I don't underst-" "YES YOU DO!" he now grabbed both of her shoulders, he so desperately wanted his grian back. The friend he had before all this seems so far away now. "This was all just a silly joke to get back at scar G! Remember you wanted mumbo to win!" Instead of fear there was now confusion on her face before she made an attempt to push him away. "First of all...for you it's mother spore! Next, Yes and? It was. Now it's a peaceful community where we spread the mycelium over the shopping district! I don't get why you are so pressed about it!"

Letting go of her he instead made a grab for his own hair in stress. How can he tell a cult leader that their ways were wrong?! "So drugging your members with spores is peaceful?!" That seemed to be the wrong thing to say as he was now faced with a very pissed Grian. The sickly earthy smell hung now heavy in the air, telling him that she is currently using her spores again.

Pulling out a handkerchief he held it in front of his nose to prevent mind control. "Is this your response to being questioned?! Drugging me again?! How am I supposed to believe this isn't a mind-controlling cult?!" That seemed to snap her out of and she even had the gull to look horrified. "I- Joel it's not what you think.. I didn't mean.." "didn't mean to drug me? Keep me under to have full control over me?!"

Joel had to give it to Grian, looking so scared and horrified. Was he truly unaware? "No...I've never meant for you to get hurt.. please just let me explain?" For a very long and tense moment both parties just stared at each other, not daring to even speak. Slowly Joel removed his handkerchief, he was willing to listen and the smell of the spores was gone now in the small room. "Go on.." Grian avoided his gaze, instead looking at his hands that fiddled with his dress. "You are right this has gotten out of hand...and I'm sorry I used the spores on you..I only ever wanted to use them as a relaxing experience. Some members were homesick and it helped them stay calm and sleep..." Grian now looked at him and those beautiful eyes were now on him. "The first time you freaked out I didn't think about it! And then you had complained about these headaches...Joel I am so sorry...I've never wanted to hurt you. Or anyone else in the resistance." And he wanted to believe it. So badly he wanted to believe what she was saying.

"I am not only upset about the spores G. I'm upset that you are running a cult!" Fuck. She looks so sad now.

"It's not one and you know it...we are just spreading mycelium to annoy Scar..I'm not sacrificing anyone.. I don't gain any money from this. We grow our own food here on this land and anyone can leave at any time."

"Then why can't I leave?"

The question seemed to have made time stop for a moment and Joel wondered what bullshit lie she would come up with now.

"Because I love you."

Breathless both separate and with dopey grins they pressed there foreheads together. He wished he could stay like this forever with her, just them holding onto each other and just soft touches, promises and kisses.

A heavy blush spread across his face, for a moment he didn't know how to breathe. Mother Spore was in love with him? He knew he was special but this degree? "When you joined you were such a great help..." Slowly she stepped closer to him as she continued to speak. "But not only that, you have such a cunning personality. that every time you were near I had to hide my blushing face. Everytime you said something funny I had to hold my laugh in." She was now in front of him caressing his chest, slowly sliding her hands up to his shoulders.

Never taking her eyes off him.

"When I made you my right hand I was met with so much backlash from the resistance council.. I had to fight to keep you close to me." Her black claws were now on his cheeks and he couldn't help but lean down closer to her. "And I won't let you get away again Joel. I will fight for your place next to me even if the entire resistance is against us."

A kiss was placed on the bridge of his nose and a fuzzy feeling nestled itself in his mind. She was so sweet to him. "Stay with me my dear. I will tell everyone you are cured tomorrow morning and this will all be forgotten... Please Joel. Stay with me." She whispered against his lips before pressing hers against his and he couldn't help but melt into her, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Pressing their bodies close together, he never wanted to let her go anymore.

With a sigh Joel spoke up again, "yeah I will stay. I will apologize tomorrow to the commune."

Truly what is the harm if he doesn't mind?

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