#something is wrong with Grian

[inkie-does-whump]

You’ll look back and laugh someday (or at least you’ll learn to be okay)

A Life Series Lab AU, featuring Mumbo

Content warnings: kidnaping, tranquilizer gun, implied abuse, angst

2200 words

Aka: it’s Mumbo’s first day in the facility. He meets some new friends, and reunites with an old friend.

Author's note: wow, this came out much longer than I expected. I guess that's what I get lol. It is the first one shot for the AU so I had to do work building

Mumbo likes to think the world is predictable. He likes mechanics and spreadsheets, and he likes things that are always the same. He likes days where he gets to wake up, follow a plan, and go back to bed.

But today is not one of those days.

It is hard to tell what is happening exactly, but Mumbo is very certain he does not like it. It is dark and humid where he’s just woken up, and by the way the floor is shaking, he guesses he is in the back of a van.

He tries to reach up to rub the sleep from his eyes, but his hands seem stuck on something. He tugs again, only to finally come to the realization that his hands are tied behind him.

“Hello, excuse me?” he calls. He strains to look towards the front of the vehicle. “Where am I? What are you doing?”

Two people in cloaks and masks sit in the front. One of them, the one who wasn’t driving, turns to stare at Mumbo. The mask is white, covering his whole face, with one cultish symbol in the middle.

“Erm. Hello.” Mumbo clears his throat, “Mind explaining?”

The masked person just glances back at the driver and murmurs something to them.

The driver sighs and nods.

Mumbo arches his eyebrows, trying to make out what they were saying, “I’m sorry, you what?”

There is a tranquilizer gun pointed at him in a matter of moments.

“Goodness gracious!” he gasps, “Now, I don’t think-”

But then the trigger is pulled, and Mumbo can’t feel the movement of the van anymore.

…

There is a cold metal floor underneath him, still and steady.

Mumbo groans and sits up, rubbing his face. His hands are free again, he realizes. He rubs his wrists where the bite of the rope has left angry, red lines.

He frowns at his clothes. White tank top and pants. He doesn’t own these clothes. They aren’t his.

“What on earth…” Mumbo looks up at the people around him.

He is surrounded by half a dozen people in identical masks and cloaks. Several medical devices and tubes are attached to various parts of his body. They seem to be measuring something.

One of the people turns to look at him.

“Hello, I see you have awoken

Welcome to your new home.

Just making sure nothing’s broken

Then you’ll be free to roam.”

Mumbo just stares at the person blankly. They begin to remove the medical devices stuck to his arms and chest.

“Excuse me,” he says, “I, uhm, who are you? Why are you rhyming?”

The person nods, as if expecting this question, but they don’t answer him.

“You can’t just take a person off the street like that! I was filming!” He looks around quickly, like he would be able to find his things just laying on a table somewhere. “Where is my camera? And the rest of my equipment?”

One of the people help him off the table he was sitting on. The tiles are cold under his feet.

“And where are my shoes?” He huffs, “what is happening?”

The person walks him to the door. They nod, as if they understand his confusion.

“Let me show you around,

I’ll give you some rules too.

Just stay inside your bounds,

And trouble will avoid you.”

The person guides Mumbo to a wide room, painted bleach white, and gestures to a frame on the wall. Glancing around the room, Mumbo sees a three other doors, one on each side of the room. In the center of the room there are several tables and seats, bolted to the floor, and a few bean bags in the farthest two corners. Several people in the same white uniform as him are scattered around the area.

Mumbo swallows nervously and turns to the frame. Inside are a list of rules:

1. Obey the Watchers

2. Eat during designated mealtimes

3. Take your medication

4. Stay in your room at quiet time

5. Work hard

“Who are the-“ Mumbo turns to the person who led him here, but they are gone. “-The… Watchers.”

The other people in the room keep glancing at him. He can hear some of their whispers.

“-Another new one?”

“Poor guy…”

“You don’t think-“

“Rude, aren’t they?”

That last voice is directly in Mumbo’s ear, and he flinches.

“Well they just sit there talking about you instead of introducing themselves.” The guy who is talking is covered in scars. He looks charming, and warm, and like he would be over six feet tall if not for the wheelchair he was sitting in. “I’m Scar by the way.” He holds out a hand.

Mumbo eyes the people on the other side of the room, before shaking Scar’s hand.

Scar has a metal collar around his neck. It looks uncomfortable, except then Mumbo reaches up to feel his own neck and finds a matching one. He tugs on it gently, and something sharp pricks against the nape of his neck. He decides to not force it off.

“Sorry, excuse me.” Mumbo rings his hands together, “Where am I? What’s happening?”

“Last Life SMP” Scar answers, as if that was any sort of answer. “And you’re a new subject! There’s two other new subjects too, I think, but I don’t know where they went.”

“Uh. SMP?”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s a Scientific Mastery Project. It’s what they call facilities like this, where they test us and make us do things. For, like, science I guess.”

Mumbo shakes his head, “I’m. I’m not a subject of anything! I need to go home, how do I leave?”

Scar winces, like he’s been waiting for this question. Instead of answering, he turns his wheelchair around, “Let me show you the facility?”

Mumbo hurries behind, “Who were those other people? Why were they rhyming?”

“Oh, the Watchers.” Scar says, “Yeah, they just do that. We don’t know why. The Watchers run everything here. The tests, the work, the food, everything.”

“Work?” Mumbo squeaks. Oh goodness. Oh no. Has he been kidnapped into a labor camp? His stomach drops.

Scar nods, struggling with a doorknob and his wheelchair. Mumbo opens the door and holds it open for him. “Thank you. Yeah. Rentings and stuff. You, uh, you get used to it.”

There is a beat of silence as Scar wheels down the hall. There are several doors along the stretch of hallway, each spread out by several meters. The doors each have a window next to them, but most of the curtains are drawn.

Scar stops at one of the doors at the very end of the hall, “This is the last open room.” He says, “So you stay here.”

Mumbo pushes the door open and peers in the room.

Other than the light coming in from the hallway, it is dark. It pours in through the open window, illuminating the small space. There is a bed and a nightstand. A lamp sits on the nightstand. Other than those things, the room is plain.

“No. No, I’m supposed to go home.” Mumbo says, “I can’t stay here.”

Scar rolls backwards a few inches, avoiding eye contact, “Could I introduced you to the others?”

Mumbo hesitates, then sighs and nods, “Yeah, maybe someone in charge? So I can explain this is all misunderstanding. Then I can go home.”

Scar doesn’t answer. He just wheels away down the hall.

Distantly, Mumbo can hear screaming, “What was that?”

Scar swallows. His voice is stiff, “It’s just Joel.”

“Joel?” Mumbo echoes, “Well is he okay? Why is he screaming?”

Scar forces a smile, “This is Scott’s room! You’ll like Scott.” He knocks on the door.

The knock his answered by a little voice, “you can come in.”

Scar nods at Mumbo, prompting him to open the door and creep inside. Someone, Mumbo assumes this is Scott, is laying on top of the bed. He lifts his head weakly to look at Mumbo.

“You’re new.” He comments. “Did Impulse send you here?”

“Uh, Scar.” Mumbo says. “You’re Scott?”

Scott forces himself to sit up with a pained sigh, “Yeah.” He manages, “That’s me. Do you need something?”

Mumbo hesitates, looking Scott up and down. He looks ill. “Are. Are you okay?”

Scott grimaces, “Yeah, all good here.”

This was clearly a lie, but Mumbo could hear Scar calling him down the hall.

“Well. Good.” Mumbo manages, “I’ll, um. Goodbye.”

“Bye.” Scott says.

Mumbo hurries down the hall to catch up with Scar, who is already talking about how Mumbo should meet Impulse and Skizz.

They pass doors and windows until one of the catches Mumbo’s attention fiercely. He stops walking.

Those eyes.

Someone has their curtains open, and they are staring directly at Mumbo with wide purple eyes.

“He’s cool, you’ll like him. Oh, and you should-“ Scars cuts himself off, realizing that Mumbo has stopped following him. “Mumbo? What are you looking at?”

His throat is dry.

“I know him.”

Scar is quiet.

“Who is that?” Mumbo asks, “Why won’t he blink?”

His eyes stare and stare, and Mumbo can feel himself start to sweat under the gaze. He knows those eyes. He knows that face, that figure.

And yet something is so wrong.

“Scar, who is that?”

The hallway is silent, except for the soft sound of Scar coming back over to be beside Mumbo. Scar looks through the window at the person sitting in the bed.

“He doesn’t talk to anyone.” Scar says. “He just sits there and looks at people. Sometimes he comes out to get food, but even then, he doesn’t say anything.”

“But I know him.” Mumbo says, still unable to take his eyes away. “What’s his name?”

Scar shakes his head, “You wouldn’t know him, he’s been here forever. Longer than I have.”

“His name.” Mumbo insists.

Scar hesitates.

Mumbo manages to tear his eyes away to look at Scar.

Scar sighs, “Grian.”

And it clicks.

Mumbo knows where he’s seen that face before. Grian is not a common name, but Mumbo knows it. He knows it very well.

He steps away from the window and slams the door open. Without the glass between them, Grian is much less intimidating. He’s in the same uniform as them, with a metal collar stuck around his neck. He was just as much prisoner as Mumbo was.

Grian’s eyes go wide at the sudden movement, and his wings flare up, but he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at Mumbo.

“Grian.” Mumbo says, “Grian, it’s me.”

Grian does not answer. His black wings lower slightly. Mumbo takes it as recognition.

He wanders a step closer, “It’s your best friend.” Somewhere behind him, Scar makes a choked noise. Mumbo ignores it. “Grian, where have you been?”

Grian does not answer.

“Just… here? The whole time? Grian, it’s been years!” Mumbo says. “You can’t have-”

���Mumbo.” Scar starts. “how do you know him?”

Mumbo turns to where Scar is sitting a distance away, “I know him from- I, uh, I grew up with him. I’ve known him forever.” He turns back to Grian, “We thought you were dead! You’ve been reported missing for ages.”

Grian’s eyes finally move away from Mumbo to stare at Scar through the window. Then he slowly looks back at Mumbo.

Mumbo approaches Grian carefully, “I thought I’d never see you again. How long has it been, five years? Six?”

Grian watches him carefully. He is sitting crisscross in his bed, hands in his lap, with a blank and unmoving look on his face. His hair is longer than Mumbo remembers. And his eyes.

Something is wrong with his eyes.

They shouldn’t be that color.

“What did they do to you?” Mumbo breathes, stopping at the edge of the bed in front of Grian. “You’re not. You’re not okay.”

Grian looks down at his hands. Mumbo follows his gaze, and spots with Grian is looking at.

Two symbols, one on the back of each of his hands, are seared into his skin. Burned, dark and red.

The same symbol Mumbo saw on the masks of the Watchers.

A brand.

His stomach turns uneasily. He glances back at Scar. He has no burn marks on his hands. Mumbo swallows, throat dry, and looks back at Grian.

“Why did they do this to you?”

But Grian still doesn’t answer. He just lifts his head again to stare at Mumbo blankly. Mumbo is going to be sick.

“Why did they hurt you? Why did they take you away?” Mumbo starts to beg, “Say something, Grian! Say something.”

Grian’s expression doesn’t change.

Mumbo shudders and grips the bedsheets, “Why won’t you answer?” he asks weakly, “You use to laugh! You use to laugh so much…”

And Grian keeps looking at him, unblinking, eyes so unfocused that Mumbo doubts he can even hear him.

“Answer me.” Mumbo whispers, head bowed and eyes screwed shut, “You were my best friend…”

Scar rolls up beside him silently, and reaches to put his hand over Mumbo’s.

The comfort is lost on him.

[mumblesplash]

i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

[salemoleander]

I am BARELY resisting going full red-strings-corkboard on this season. And by barely resisting I mean not resisting at all here is an extremely long list of the events those pins would be marking out.

BigB getting a Task that was a different color than everyone else's. It's not just a randomly assigned Hard Task, bc Scar rerolled for a Hard Task and his was also just a white envelope. It's fundamentally different.

That task taking BigB away from socialization, and seemingly being an incredibly time-consuming and dull request. Of profound disinterest to any watchers.

The phrasing of his Task!!

Dig a big hole. All the way down. At least 3x3. Make it your base if you want.

Everyone else's are direct and formal - the only one with more than one sentence was Skizz's, with the rule clarification of "One attempt only." Bigb's Task is four short abrupt sentences. It is also the only Task to contain extraneous information, 'Make it your base if you want.' The requirements (at least 3x3) feel like an afterthought to mimic the numerical/specific demands of the other tasks.

Evo symbol on the face of the Secret Keeper statue.

The fact that there's a statue at all; the fact that there is a physical representation of what is assigning tasks that everyone must complete, when previously everything was always handled via commands and unseen RNG.

Grian talking to the statue, and (bc of his Actual Role as game organizer) acting as a mediator for the impartial decisions handed down, speaking for it.

Grian making one last bad joke and saying he doesn't know if it counted or not- depends on whether we the audience laughed.

Grian asking for task recommendations from the audience. The watchers are making the tasks. The Watchers are making the tasks.

Again I could be off-base, and I'm not usually even that smitten with bringing in Evo lore. I don't want a Big Bad really...but. It feels like something very unusual and intentional and cool is happening in this series. And I'd guess we'll know if theres something going on once we have more than one data point.

My largely unfounded suspicion is that there is another being (maybe Listeners, maybe something else) trying to reach out to the Players via decoy Tasks, and BigB was the first recipient. Get them alone, make them of disinterest to the watchers, and tell them something we don't get to know.

Because that's the really, really fucking cool part (if my wacky theory is remotely right): We're the bad guys. We're the ones giving out tasks - hell, we're the ones actively brainstorming harder and crueller tasks in Grian's comments!

If they actually made a story where the Players have to keep secrets from us I will be delighted. Bc that is the same genius bullshit that made Evo Watcher lore so fun

[astronomodome]

Today on hermitcraft:

• Scar comments on hermits’ undersides (of their heads)

• Etho is convinced to buy gravel specifically as a present for Joel

• Grian says that his eyes are actually holes in his face (?)

• Skizz repeatedly insists that Impulse stores totems “up his tuckus” (???)

[solargeist]

God forbid Xelqua ends up on Empires. As you said, the Hermitcrafters taught Xelqua how to prank someone.

On empires, we have

A cat mayor who is currently running a mafia

An actual pirate with no qualms about stealing and murder

A girl who is evading the witch cops

A man who committed theft and stole a gem worth more than one million bucks and organizer of a black market

Let’s just say Xelqua is going to learn a lot about human anatomy and appraisal.

xelqua would get into so much trouble, he'd have so much fun Lol

i don't think xelqua would've been around for the crossover, but if he was, grian would've dressed him in a red sweater to match

[freelancedeity]

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals performed by the Life Series/Hermitcraft members

Please tell me your thoughts on my silly lil casting. Also if you haven't seen TGWDLM it's a musical about the zombie apocalypse, where all the zombies sing and dance. 10/10 would recommend to everyone.

Paul - Smallishbeans

He will not participate in the bit, and yet he IS the bit. A little deranged in a way that makes a compelling protagonist.

Emma - Grian

There's no difference between the permit office and a shitty coffee shop. Grian could absolutely embody a cynical and tired character whose customer service experience has taught them how to survive the apocalypse.

Bill - ImpulseSV

The Minecraft dad, and heart of the group. A character defined by friendship, and their support of others.

Ted - Martyn InTheLittleWood

Ted being the asshole character makes him hard to cast. But in the Life Series, Martyn has dropped some top tier trash talk and done some underhanded things to survive and win, which makes him a very fun fit for Ted.

Charlotte/Zoe - SolidarityGaming

I remember someone in the fandom once described Jimmy as a "wet paper bag of a man" which could also describe Charlotte well. We love them, even when they end up dying first.

Mr. Davidson/Sam/McNamara - Skizzleman

There is something manic in Jeff Blim's eyes that I truly believe only Skizz could match and I can't explain much more than that. But also the Poe Poe and Show Me Your Hands.

Alice/Greenpeace Girl/Nora - GeminiTay

This track has some varied characters. But all the characters have this confident (slightly violent) air that Gem could really embody. Also Alice being Bills daughter mirrors Gem calling Impulse her Minecraft dad.

Professor Hidgens - GoodTimesWithScar

Who else? Only Scar could perform Show Stoppin Number and I won't change my mind on that.

Thoughts? Feelings? (Also God I hope I embedded those gifs correctly where they credit the original poster)

[feyshed]

So.

I had a vision.

[raticalshoez]

a secret life session five compilation of my favorite silly moments (ft. my poor phone quality camera)

Transcript below cut (did it for fun; this is the first time I've done one):

[Jimmy]: No?

[Martyn]: Wait- so wait. You're not the ghost horse?

[Martyn]: I thought you were ghost rider! Who's ghost rider?

[Jimmy]: ...Who is that?

[Martyn]: I mean we could always punch them and find out.

[Jimmy]: Yeah.

(Immediately sword crits Lizzie)

[Martyn]: AH...

[Jimmy]: OH MY GO-

(Long Pause)

[Jimmy]: NO! NO. NO.

[Martyn, overlapping]: What did you do?!

~~~

[Mumbo]: Who wants to have a competition with me? How many times can yoou jump over this campfire?

[Martyn]: Uhh, sure?

[Mumbo]: 'Kay.

(Mumbo takes damage while jumping over the campfire)

[Martyn]: Oh, jeez.

[Pearl, exasperated]: Mumbo...

[Cleo, fairly amused] Mumbo...

[Pearl]: Zero, appearantly.

[Mumbo]: So, I- I've set the score at zero.

(Martyn tries and succeeds)

[Mumbo]: Ooo, okay.

[Martyn]: There you go.

[Mumbo]: You already got one.

[Pearl]: Mumbo...what are you doing..?

(Mumbo jumps again and takes damage again)

[Mumbo]: Okay...

[Cleo, laughing]: Mumbo..!

(Martyn tries it again and jumos over it flawlessly, again)

[Mumbo]: Zero again for me.

[Pearl, overlapping]: Mumbo, stop-

~~~

[Tango]: You got spleefed by an enderman. I love it.

[Etho, doing a poor imitation of Bdubs]: Sheesh! I'm late! Judas Priest! Let me park my horse. I'm coming up!

(Heart Foundation's laughs + Grian's hysterical laughter overlapping with his talking)

[Grian]: Hi, "Bdubs."

[Skizz]: This thing's not ready because-

[Etho, still doing that impression]: What is this?--

~~~

[Lizzie]: I'm going.

[Tango]: Lizzie, we missed your party!

[Lizzie]: Oh, did you?

[Skizz]: We're so sorry.

[Lizzie]: Oh, I didn't notice because I was having so much fun with the one person that turned up! Goodbye, everybody!

(Heart Foundation all "aww"-ing out of sympathy)

~~~

[Cleo]: If you go to- If you go and do levels in the end you can like-- like I got seven, so.

[Gem]: Wowww.

[Cleo]: Hi, biggest, bravest, boy!

[Bdubs]: Thank you! I am!

(Cleo wheeze)

~~~

[Bdubs]: Okay. Yes?

[Etho, overlapping]: Look at this guy.

[Grian, very monotone]: Bdubs, my beloved. You've returned.

[Bdubs]: Wait- both of you? I'm gonna puke--

~~~

[Joel]: What is Pearl building???

[Gem, hidden beneath Mumbo's laughter]: You should just...admit defeat, if I'm being honest.

[Joel, overlapping]: Pearl...

[Joel again, deeply distressed]: WH- WHY HAVE YOU GONE FOR THIS COLOR SCHEME, PEARL??? WHY THIS SHAPE AND THIS COLOR SCHEME, PEARL????

[eliyips]

omw to cause problems on purpose

request from the bird app! :) first time drawing grian. took inspiration from a lot of other designs, and did my best! I think he turned out great :D he was really fun to draw as well

[nomsfaultau]

my mom’s girlfriend: oh are you watching Mambo and Gree-aer?

me, refusing to lose this battle of wills: uh huh. Yep, watching Mambo and Gree-aer.

moms gf: has Mambo already died? He’s bad at Minecraft

me: oh yes, along with Skeaze. Honestly I’m surprised Jammy didn’t die first.

[chamoemileclown]

freefalling

[thatstoomanysausages]

It’s baffling to me that Grian has such good PvP skills sometimes, and then there are these moments…

[mcytblrconfessions-but-badder]

I can’t stop thinking about this one post who claims that in the last few years the most popular hermits are the ones on the life series, if you’re not in the life series good luck having solo fanart or fics. And they’re right.

False’s popularity has been steady especially due to her domination in mcc and joining empires season 2 but art of her season in hermitcraft? Rare. Especially if it’s solo art cause I’ve seen a lot of False with another hermitcraft such as Ren or Pearl or Gem. She just doesn’t seem to be around as much in the tumblr tags compared to three years ago.

A while back I checked the hermitcraft sub reddit for their top posts, a lot was season 6/7 and there is so much fanart of Keralis, Iskall, Stress and xB! Not just them with other people but solo art! Yes I can still find that here on tumblr but it involves me digging through tags. And boy if you look at the notes compared to a recent solo Grian or solo Scar art it’s nothing. Now you can argue that it’s based on how much they upload but xB uploads regularly and there’s not a lot of hermit fanart compared to him and Grian and the later uploads way less! He has nearly twice the amount of hermitcraft videos as Grian and the motherfucking British man hasn’t uploaded a hermitcraft episode since early September!

But yet I see more hermitcraft fanart of Grian in the last month than xB. I get it because of subscriber count but come on people, xB is more active but nope, bird beats fish.

And like Rendog I would say has constant fanart but when he wasn’t acting as the king on hermitcraft, the time between double and wild life Ren fanart was going down. It was still a lot but because he wasn’t in the life series and slowed down on hermitcraft videos due to real life stuff the art went down.

But if you join the life series then expect twice the amount of love. Gem joins, she then joins a base area that has life series players in and suddenly she skyrockets to be one of the favourite hermits. Ignore that Joe hills or StressMonster has been here for so long, Gem joined the life series therefore she has to be a fan fav.

“Oh but Doc is still popular! Same as Cub!” That’s because they regularly interact with life series players. Cub has Scar and now the permit office workers. He’s not out hanging with Keralis or Hypno a lot like xB. Doc kind of keeps to himself and interacts with nearly everyone but if there’s a storyline it’s gonna be with a life series member. Joe hill is only midly popular due to the mcytblr sexyman comp and his long time friendship with Cleo, another life series member. You don’t see fanart of him with Welsknight or Iskall.

And fucking Iskall man… I saw so much love for him for season 6 and 7 but the moment he had burn out or want making as much content with Mumbo and Grian he just kind of disappeared in fanart and fics. You’re gonna have an angst fic with Grian and only Scar or Mumbo can help him? Dude was so buddy buddy with Iskall where is he?

And lastly when it comes to season 10 of hermitcraft if you’re not part of the Cherry guys or the post office in regard to bases, you’re not getting any attention. Where’s the love for xB’s new and improved ocean monument? You all love guardian!xB yet nothing on his season 10. Where’s the love for the village people? It has so many hermits together but oh there’s only two life series players and one of them hasn’t been in since double life so no love for them.

I’m just tired of the life series being so connected to hermitcraft because it affected the popularity so much…

That post can’t get out of my head because they’re right.

.

[shepscapades]

The whole “connecting the whole server with rivers” thing isn’t for nothing :3

Okay I just got like 3 asks about this so apparently I missed something DFBJDFGHKCGHN whose POV is this from? i know false is doing all of the river stuff, is she kinda leading the server plot/trying to do something sinister or is it more of a widespread thing? o.o genuinely curious

[solargeist]

no one can unravel grian like mumbo can, mumbo responds slightly different and grians already in tears

[brainrot-has-overtaken-me]

Okay who broke the mail system this time?