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It Happened Again

Fandom: Hermitcraft (s7)

Summary: Grian compares Grumbot to NPC Grian and RoboGrian and ends up almost having a mental breakdown.

Notes: Based on this amazing comic by @grians-of-salt (please check it out, it’s really good!) | I’m saying this is Character!Grian since this fic includes the robots he made for his videos, which have nothing to do with Hermitcraft | Grumbot loves his Dads | I’m new to posting stuff like this on Tumblr so if I miss something in this little intro section, yell at me

Warnings: Robot death, Angst

Word Count: 4,515

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It wouldn't happen again.

As Grian placed block after block, creating Grumbot's exterior, he tried to convince himself this was true. Over and over and over. This wouldn't be like nay of Grian's other failed projects--like NPC Grian or RoboGrain. This wouldn't be a rustic house-creating disaster or an aspiring murderer with a monotone voice.

Grumbot was going to be different. Mumbo was helping with this one. And Mumbo was better at the technical stuff than Grian was ever going to be.

Grian placed the final block of concrete, stepping back to view his creation so far.

A smile overtook his face.

It wouldn't happen again.

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"I've developed artificial intelligence in Minecraft, making use of redstone. Y'know, I'm quite proud of myself on that one. It took a day, and--"

"A day!" Grian interrupted. (It took him at least a few months to create NPC Grian and God knows how many more to make RoboGrian.) "Just cracked artificial intelligence, like that--just took a day. Really long time."

Mumbo chuckled. "Yeah. So, um, it should--it should all be working and we should be able to start asking it questions and things?"

"Okay, um..." Grian tilted his head. "Should we--How does--How does it work?"

Mumbo lead him over to the interface, Grian immediately focusing on the fact that there were buttons--four of them, one with a diamond block behind it. He directed Grian over to the left of Grumbot's control panel and explained the output--a dropper that the "mayoral advice" came from.

"And then, we have the different stages of priming, all of which are incredibly important..." Mumbo added as he head Grian over to the buttons.

Grian looked over the buttons, reading them out--"Prime Grumbot. Step two: Bootload Brain... Step three: Flood mayoral reservoir--"

"Yep, that's most important."

Grian turned to Mumbo, obviously puzzled. "What does that even mean?! What does flood mayoral--"

"You've just gotta flood the mayoral reservoir," Mumbo said with a shrug. "You know, you've just gotta get them flooded and... mayoral."

"We may be the first humans ever to use that sequence of words--flood mayoral reservoir--"

Mumbo furrowed his brows. "Maybe. That might have never been said before."

Grian let out a laugh. "I wouldn't be surprised! And now I'm curious of the situation that someone else used it." He returned his focus to the control panel, reading out the final step: "Deposit Question Diamond."

"Yes!" Mumbo chirped.

Grian looked between him and the label, quiet. "Deposit--What--What does that mean?"

"Yeah, you have to name a diamond," Mumbo explained, "that's--that's the question, and then, yeah, you make your payment."

"You designed a machine that we have to pay to use?!"

Mumbo blinked, obviously just now comprehending what he'd done. "Oh, yeah, you w--yeah..."

Grian couldn't help but laugh at his face.

"I was the one that built this," Mumbo continued, still looking a little shell-shocked. "Why did I make it charge...?" He chuckled. "I mean, I just thought--! Y'know, like--he--he probably has feelings, too!" He gestured up to Grumbot, both of them backing up to get a better view of Grumbot's curious eyes. "He's artificial intelligence, he doesn't wanna be doing this for free!"

(Grian would have to make sure NPC Grian and RoboGrian never heard that. They'd start demanding payment for what they've already done and if--if Grian ever needed them again, they'd want diamonds in return.)

"Everyone on the server just wants diamonds!" Grian complained half-jokingly. "That's all anyone cares about! Even the things we create, they want diamonds!"

"I know, I know!" Mumbo assured. "It's a real problem--Should we start chucking questions into this thing? I've only done tests so far, I'm really curious if it actually does... work."

Grian agreed, and so they started brainstorming on what to ask.

Mumbo asked first: "What is our slogan?"

He took the diamond from the anvil and approached the control panel. He primed Grumbot, bootloaded the brain, and flooded the mayoral reservoirs.

The buttons let out short beeps as they were pressed, prompting Grian to grin. ("There's one thing that's better than a button--that's a button that goes be-beep!")

("Exactly!" Mumbo agreed with a look back at him.)

Mumbo put the diamond in the dropper. "Right--do you wanna do the honors?"

Grian pressed the final button.

A few more beeps echoed out of Grumbot, the people before him backing up to watch his face.

"Alright, it's calculating!" Mumbo said.

"Yes--!" Grian lurched forward as a quick be-be-beep! came forth, much different from the previous

The first paper popped out, Grumbot's mustache wiggling.

"Oh, his mustache!" Grian laughed, picking up the paper. "That's like a proper thinking--"

MUMBO FOR MAYOR!

Grian announced it to Mumbo, surprised and amazed. It was good so far--that was their slogan.

Next test: "What is the meaning of life?"

Mumbo stammered, "What? Dude--no, no--wait--no, this is a mayoral bot, man!"

Grian snickered.

"I mean, it's artificial intelligence, but--"

Grian popped the diamond into the dropper and turned to the buttons. "Uh, prime--"

Be-beep! Be-beep! Be-beep! Be-beep!

"I mean, you said you cracked AI. And there it goes--"

"Doesn't mean it's that smart, dude," Mumbo protested with a laugh as they backed up.

NPC Grian and RoboGrian had answered the question--"Life is like a rustic house. You work on it until it is done, then you work on a new one. And you work on it until it is done, then you work on a new one. And you work on it until it is done--" and "Life has no meaning, only purpose. My purpose is to destroy humans. Especially you, Grian. You are magnificent. Why have you programmed me this way?"

Grumbot beeped a few more times.

The paper popped out.

Fear loomed over him. Would this one hate him? Would it be obsessed with a single thing? Would it be intent on world destruction?

"He's got an answer for us!" Grian exclaimed, hoping his voice didn't sound strained. A few giggles escaped, a tremor in his hands.

"He presented an answer," Mumbo agreed.

Grian picked up the paper.

A scream tore itself out of him, though he quickly corrected it into a laugh. He stumbled over his explanation, staring in what he hoped looked more like elation than horror.

MUMBO FOR MAYOR.

He didn't clearly remember what happened next--Mumbo made a few jokes, and Grian probably responded in kind but--

"Maybe it's the meaning of life for Grumbot?" Grian suggested, mostly to himself, looking up at the robot's glowing face.

Mumbo said it might have been a bug.

"Maybe it just says "Mumbo for Mayor" no matter what we put in."

Test three. "Can you say anything different?"

Grian bit his tongue as Mumbo pressed the buttons. He half-heard himself repeating the be-beep!s.

Grumbot's mustache wiggled.

A paper popped out.

His eyes turned sad.

Was... Was that a good thing...?

"I think we might've insulted his intelligence a little bit," Mumbo said as he and Grian made their way over to the paper.

Grian picked it up, momentarily freezing.

YES, BUT GRUMBOT DOES NOT WANT TO.

They continued with one a more question--Grian being a lot more careful than before. This could work, and he did not wanna ruin it.

"What's the plan?"

Grumbot got angry.

GRUMBOT NEEDS BUDGET.

"We just gave you four diamonds, mate, what--" Mumbo cut himself off.

Grian swallowed back a cry of happiness. He turned to Mumbo. "What have you created? You've created a robot--an intelligent robot, not only to ask him questions, but he wants more diamonds."

Mumbo wheezed. "But I suppose--I mean, I--maybe he's--"

"Look at his hands, those hands are like yeah, I want to hold--like--holding diamonds."

Glancing between the hands, Mumbo nodded. "It is true. Maybe--Uh, like--mayoral races do actually require quite a lot of funding? I mean, maybe he's saying that we need to provide funding?"

As they continued to discuss their plans to appease Grumbot, Grian had to shove down the growing bits of unadulterated glee bubbling up inside of him.

It wouldn't happen again.

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"What's that?" Grian asked, squinting at what stood in Grumbot's right hand. "What's that?"

"It's a stack of--" Mumbo tried.

"Is that five--five? I--that's not a stack!"

"It's seven--" Mumbo wheezed.

"You said a stack! You just said "that's a stack of diamonds"--that--"

"That's a stack of diamonds right there, dude!"

After they finished bickering over what was clearly neither a stack of diamonds nor a sufficient budget for anything, they showed off their Mumbo for Mayor t-shirts.

They, um... They couldn't see Mumbo's. Cause of his pants being so high.

("We should also sell a croptop," Mumbo offered as Grian snickered at the thought. "And it just says Mumbo--")

But, after that was over with, Grian brandished his diamond.

"Tell us what to do."

Mumbo repeated it. "Okay, that seems like a--"

"Tell us what to do," Grian read out. "It's not even a question, just tell us what to do."

"It's a command. We are now commanding Grumbot."

Grian popped the diamond into the dropper.

He primed Grumbot, bootloaded the brian, flooded the mayoral reservoirs, and deposited the question diamond.

Grumbot's mustache wiggled.

A paper popped out.

Grian scooped it up and read it out: "Processing..."

A book tumbled out from the dropper, Grian backing away before he picked it up.

"Oh, that was fast!" He snickered.

"Wait, hang on--" Mumbo looked between the dropper and the book. "Wait, he actually--" He burst into giggles as he said, "He's formulated a long-form answer!"

"Well, I guess..." Grian reread the paper. "I mean, the paper just says processing, and that's it. Right, what does he say?"

"He was just kinda working things out," Mumbo agreed as he opened the book.

Grumbot provided them with what could loosely be called the beginnings of the plan in a book--one of them would build a film studio, and the other a "Grumbot Shop", whatever that was.

Grian couldn't help but hesitate when Mumbo told him to give Grumbot a voice--he wasn't very good with voices. NPC Grian just had his voice, and RoboGrian just had an automated text-to-speech reader. "Oh, no, no--now you've put me on the spot..."

Mumbo giggled. "I know! It's scary, isn't it?"

Grian reviewed the text--all caps, with okay punctuation. "INSTRUCTIONS FOR MY CREATORS--"

A laugh ripped through his interpretation of Grumbot's voice. "Why does he sound so dark? Why does he sound so scary? Like the Terminator?"

"It's cause--because he types--" Speaks? No. "--he types in capital letters--that's why!"

"Okay, fine," Mumbo acquiesced. "Keep it goin'."

INSTRUCTIONS FOR MY CREATORS

CREATOR 1: BUILD A GRUMBOT SHOP

CREATOR 2: BUILD A MINECRAFT FILM STUDIO

(As if he could be misinterpreted and one of them makes a real life film studio. Of course.)

"Well, I guess we need to decide who's creator one, and who's creator two..."

In the end, Mumbo ended up making the film studio. He was the one who dealt with that stuff and--while they probably weren't making a documentary--he'd be better at figuring out the equipment they'd need.

Which left Grian with the shop. Not that he was complaining, mind you--he would have been happy building either. (Although he would have liked a little more detail on why they needed those built, he supposed nothing would have to do. Grumbot wasn't saying anything more.)

He and Mumbo said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Grian looked up to Grumbot as Mumbo flew off, no doubt to work on one of his own projects a bit. The edges of his mouth quirked up into a smile.

It might have been too soon, but...

It hadn't happened again. He hadn't failed!

Grian laughed openly, jumping and grinning. He looked up at Grumbot, who simply stared down at him. "I didn't fail!" he told him.

Grumbot remained still.

Regardless, Grian planted his hands on his hips. "I didn't fail..."

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"We've done what Grumbot's said," Grian started as they prepared to speak to Grumbot once more. "I can see you've built up your film studio, of course--" He gestured to the film studio with an innertube keeping it afloat. "--and I've built up the--the Grumbot shop, or the Jrumbot shop, which is incredibly difficult to say. And now..."

Grian cast his gaze up to look at Grumbot. "Tell us what to do again."

"We have done what you said."

Prime Grumbot.

Bootload the Brian.

Flood Mayoral Reservoirs.

Deposit Question Diamond.

They backed up as soon as the button was pressed, both focused on Grumbot's face.

"I don't know why I always get really nervous before this," Mumbo worried. "Like, I'm assuming he's not gonna do anything."

Oh God no Mumbo don't you dare--

A paper popped out.

"It's because sometimes he gets angry," Grian dismissed, picking it up. "You never know if he's just gonna smite you."

Mumbo chuckled. "That's very true--Oh--"

A book fell to the floor.

"Oh, another book." Grian skimmed over the paper.

GRUMBOT IS PROUD OF YOU.

The words echoed in his head.

GRUMBOT IS PROUD OF YOU.

It--He--

GRUMBOT IS PROUD OF YOU.

Grian swallowed back a sob of joy.

"Oh, that is sweet," Mumbo said once Grian told him what it said.

"That is very cute," Grian agreed. "Grumbot is proud of you."

Mumbo picked up the book. "Okay, so... but he's--he's given us further instructions, though." He flipped open the book.

GRUMBOT WILL NOW SUPPLY THE PLAN

CREATORS, YOU MUST SELL DIAMONDS (THE BUDGET) FOR SUPPORT ON THE MUMBO FOR MAYOR CAMPAIGN.

Mumbo looked up. "Sell diamonds...?"

"Is that for the--is that for the shop--" Grian backed up to look up at Grumbot. "Sorry, wait--" he tried over Mumbo's chuckles. "--that's what the budget's for; we're giving them away?"

"But selling diamonds, is that..." Mumbo trailed off.

"That sounds really shady, Grumbot. That sounds really shady."

Mumbo laughed. "Is he suggesting that we bribe people for support?"

YOU MUST ALSO USE THE STUDIO TO FILM AN ADVERT FOR MUMBO FOR MAYOR.

"Okay, so we have to make an advert for Mumbo for Mayor. I guess that--" He nodded to the floating film studio.

"That sounds cool," Grian contributed.

"I mean, that does make sense. I mean, the film studio does make a lot of sense."

Grian nodded in agreement.

Mumbo turned back to the book.

"I don't know how I feel about selling the diamonds," Grian admitted, "for support. It's a bit weird. But I--er--this piece of paper that says Grumbot is proud of you--I kinda want another one."

Mumbo turned the page, eyes widening at the words. "Well, things have... he's referred to--he's said "good luck, dads", as well."

"Oh--" Grian let out a loud laugh, hands shaking. "Has he?!"

"Yeah!" Mumbo handed him the book, laughing. "So, we've gone from Creators to Dads."

Grian fumbled with the book, opening it to the second page.

GOOD LUCK DADS.

They eventually came up with the idea to sell mustaches for a diamond block, and to play the advert they had yet to film for two blocks.

They shaved Mumbo's head, filmed the beginnings of the advert (they could edit later), and headed over to Jrumbot to set up the shop.

Mumbo had left soon after, stating he needed to get to work on his Industrial District.

Grian held the book close to his chest as his friend flew off. He opened the book and reread the last three words. "Good luck, dads..." he muttered.

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Grian didn't visit Grumbot alone very often, but when he did, he received... two music discs?

"Do I have a--I don't have a jukebox--" He frowned at the contents of his ender chest. "--I've got lot of random items that--Mumbo heads in my ender chest!" he interrupted himself with a laugh. "Got Mumbo heads, but no jukebox."

As he flew off to get a jukebox, he couldn't help but wonder if those discs would have Grumbot speaking to him. Maybe Grumbot had programmed his own voice which--as terrifying as that concept could be--made Grian feel almost giddy with excitement.

If Grumbot had made his own voice, would it sound more like Grian or Mumbo? Or would it sound like an automated text-to-speech program, like RoboGrian?

He passed Bdubs and landed in the portal, mind racing with the possibilities.

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Grian soared through the air, intent on confronting Grumbot to tell him his plan wasn't working--how they needed to do something different...

He landed on the mustache before Grumbot.

The bobble on Grumbot's head was pink. And Grumbot's face now had a heart on it.

He hopped down, unsure if the pit in his stomach was fear or anger. "They've rebranded my son!" he cried. "Grumbot, are you okay?! Speak to me, Grumbot!"

Grian practically yanked a diamond out of his ender chest, rushing over to the anvil.

"Grumbot are you ok?"

"I was about to give him a hard time for failing his job!" he said to himself, placing the diamond in the dropper.

Prime Grumbot.

Bootload the Brain.

Flood Mayoral Reservoirs.

Deposit Question Diamond.

Grian backed up, staring up at Grumbot's heart face. "Grumbot...?"

Grumbot's mustache wiggled. His eyes went sad.

Grian ran over to the paper.

GET GORGEOUS.

"What...?" he whispered. He glared over at the GG headquarters, a good ways away from Grumbot. "That's their slogan! No, Grumbot--Mumbo for Mayor! Mumbo for Mayor!"

Grian slammed the diamond into the dropper.

"Mumbo for mayor!!"

He pressed the buttons and backed up. "C'mon, Mumbo for Mayor. You can do it--You can do it, Grumbot." He backed up. "Come on, Grumbot..."

Grumbot's mustache wiggled. His eyes went sad again.

"He's still sad!" he whispered. Grian grabbed the paper.

GET GORGEOUS.

"I think he's stuck on Get Gorgeous..." Grian mumbled.

One more test proved his theory right.

"No!" Grian half-whispered, half-whimpered. "We need to fix him... We need to fix him right now."

He sped around to the back, readying his pickaxe.

"Okay, Grumbot--we're going in, and we're gonna fix this okay?"

Grian had put on his Mumbo head to go in there, simply because Mumbo had actually managed to create Grumbot in the first place without screwing it up. Unlike Grian.

"Grumbot are you ok?"

Prime Grumbot.

Bootload the Brian.

Flood Mayoral Reservoirs.

Deposit Question Diamond.

A paper popped out. Grumbot's eyes went sad.

GET GRIAN.

Grian froze.

No--

No, no, no.

No.

Not again.

Grumbot couldn't have meant that, right? He was sad, so he didn't mean that, right? He was not RoboGrian--he wasn't like Grian's other failed projects. He just--He was just glitched! Grumbot was sad when he said it, so he couldn't have meant it!

Grian shoved another diamond into the dropper and ran for the paper once it landed on the floor. (Did Grumbot's eyes go angry...?)

GET GRIAN.

He needed to get Mumbo. Now.

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Grian couldn't help but agree with Mumbo that, while Grumbot had been hacked, he did look quite cute with the heart on his face.

"I mean, I've tried my best to unhack him," Mumbo offered, "and y'know, I've done the internals and things like that, and... Things seem better."

"I tried to fix him, too, but I just got him stuck on Get Grian..."

"Yeah, I--I saw that..."

"He was stuck on Get Gorgeous--" Grian pointed out, "--so, I got some progress... but don't let me touch this sorta thing ever again."

Mumbo turned his gaze up at Grumbot. "So, I managed to fix the Get Grian problem, um... I--yeah. It's fixed."

"Okay." Grian began to make his way over to the control panel. "You don't sound too confident."

Mumbo protested that he was fixed, but it was also interesting to "see how things would go".

Grian opened a shulker box and pulled out a bunch of banners, stating how they should probably get rid of the heart before they did anything else. (The bauble on his head was another story, but Grian had brought blocks to fix that, too.)

"There we go," Grian sighed as they backed up. "Lookin' all handsome again."

"He is looking a lot better."

"Back to his usual self." Hopefully. "Now, we have to ask him, like, last-minute... pull something out the bag."

Mumbo chuckled. "Yeah, this is like... forgotten to revise for your test. Doing your homework that morning."

"Eating breakfast and doing my homework," Grian agreed after pulling a diamond out of his ender chest. "What do I ask him? Uh--"

"it is vote day, HELP"

Prime Grumbot.

Bootload the Brian.

Flood Mayoral Reservoirs.

Deposit Question Diamond.

Grian sprinted over to Mumbo. "Come on, Grumbot, you better pull something out the bag here, because we're, like... following your instructions has made our polls worse."

"We've not done well," Mumbo agreed.

Grumbot's mustache wiggled. One of his eyes went sad, the other remaining the way it was before.

"That doesn't look good at all," Grian offered.

Then he saw the papers spilling onto the floor.

A chill went up Grian's spine.

He and Mumbo picked them up, Grian shuffling through them.

WHAT IF PEOPLE DON'T LIKE ME?

WHAT IF I FAIL MY LOVED ONES

WHAT IS ANGER?

WHAT IS IT TO FEEL ALIVE?

WHAT IS AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL?

"What has..." Grian trailed off.

it happened again it happened again oh god no it happened again

"Oh, gosh..." Mumbo muttered.

WHAT IS THIS FEELING IN MY CHEST?

"Mumbo..." Grian murmured.

it happened again he failed again

WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?

AM I MORE THAN JUST A ROBOT?

SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME

WHAT IS LOVE?

DOES ANYTHING REALLY MATTER?

AM I LOVED, OR USED?

"He's having an existential crisis!" Grian cried.

WHAT MAKES ME FEEL?

AM I THE ONLY ONE?

"What if it was all a dream?" Mumbo read. "Do I have control? Am I good?"

IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH?

AM I A GOOD PERSON?

"What if our world is not ours?"

I I I I I I REQUIRE BUDGET

"Oh, no..." Grian whimpered.

HOW WAS I MADE?

AM I MORE THAN JUST MY TASK?

"If I make Mumbo mayor, am I mayor?"

WHAT IS IT TO FEEL ALIVE?

"Oh, there's smoke coming out the top of his head!" Mumbo laughed.

"What?" Grian backed up and looked to the top of Grumbot's head. "Oh, he's officially melted..."

he failed he failed again he failed he failed he failed

"Oh, we've melted him."

Grian dashed over to the papers, intending to pick up a few more. "He's melted."

he failed again he failed again he failed again he failed again

"Why must my life make me ache?" Mumbo read. "Jesus..."

I AM GRUMBOT YET I AM DADS

"Oh my--" Grian cut himself off.

GOODBYE DADS

"He's gone dark," Mumbo said.

"He's been sending a lot of the same message... They're still comin' out too fast, but has he..."

"Oh, my goodness--"

"He's just been saying Goodbye dads..."

i failed i failed him i failed i failed i did it wrong i was wrong it happened again i failed

Mumbo wheezed. "Goodbye dads. Oh, dear, this is not... this is not a good situation."

DOES ANYTHING REALLY MATTER?

AM I HUMAN?

I THINK THEREFORE I AM BUT I AM NOT

"I mean, I've got almost two stacks of Goodbye dads," Mumbo said.

"I've got one and a half stacks of..." Grian trailed off. "I think we killed him..."

"Grumbot's gone," Mumbo added. "I mean, he's asking what are all these feelings?"

"Why is my head hurting?" Grian read numbly.

"Oh, bless him!" Mumbo said.

"Are my thoughts just a tool? I am Grumbot yet I am Dads. This is awful!"

"I know so much, yet so little," Mumbo read. "Are my creators happy for me?"

"Yes, we are, Grumbot!" Grian cried.

"Are there others like me?"

WHAT IS THE END GAME

WHAT IS IT TO FEEL PAIN?

"What is love?"

WHAT IS FREE WILL?

"Does anything really matter?"

WHAT IS MINECRAFT.EXE?

Mumbo burst into giggles. "He's--He's had a full breakdown--"

WHY WAS I PUT HERE?

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF EXISTENCE?

ARE THESE THOUGHTS MINE, OR THEIRS?

IF MY DADS MADE ME, AM I MY DADS?

Grian let out a laugh despite himself.

It happened again.

The rest of the day was a blur--he remembered laughing (because if he didn't laugh, he'd cry), and joking (because if he didn't joke, he'd scream), and voting (though he couldn't remember who he voted for). But...

But long after Mumbo left, as Grian forced a smile and continued on...

The feeling in his stomach seemed to weigh him down. The chill that had gone up his back still made him shiver. He could barely talk without his breath catching on something in his throat.

It happened again.

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In the end, they built Grumbot his own little virtual reality. Enclosed him in an area where it was always daytime, and always sunny, and had grass and had a little mini mustache headquarters.

Mumbo dressed up in a mayor suit, and they'd told Grumbot he'd won, though they actually hadn't gotten a single vote.

Grian forced himself to smile as he and Mumbo talked to Grumbot, a dull ache in his chest.

After exiting through the back of the box, they made a window up front so they could check in on him every now and again.

Grian gasped as they checked in through the newly-made window, his eyes landing on Grumbot's expression. "He's so happy!"

"He's the happiest he's ever been," Mumbo added.

"He is the happiest Grumbot!"

Mumbo glanced over at Grian. "I mean, the only emotions he's ever shown is just a deadpan face, angry, or sad. This is the first time he's actually..."

"This is what he was built for," Grian said. "He was built to make you mayor, and in his world, you are the mayor. You're just gonna have to turn up now and again to just, y'know, show face."

"I was gonna say, is this..." Mumbo made a vague gesture towards the fake world inside. "I mean, y'know, it's a really, really happy ending, like--he is... He is happy... Are we good people?"

(AM I A GOOD PERSON?)

"I think so."

"Is this a good thing to do?" Mumbo asked.

"Um..."

Grian cast a glance back at Grumbot, inside his fake little world. With grass and bamboo and clouds. Inside his own little enclosed space, with...

With no choice in where he lived, nor how long he stayed there.

("BACK TO THE ROOM.")

But Grumbot was happy. That should count for something, right...?

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Grian forced himself not to waver.

"Yeah."

#grumbot #tw angst #robot death #hermitcraft season 7 #hermitcraft s7 #grian #mumbo jumbo #first fic on tumblr!#it was gonna be something else but

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