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soggylizard424 · 2 years

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✨Guess who's writing their 4th fic this week and doesn't care anymore✨

TW for angst, panic attacks, and maybe memory loss?

Mumbo knew how the system worked. Grian was going to get his memories back soon. Not that he had particularly lost the memories, tehy were just blocked from his brain. But Mumbo was out of third life. He remembered everything, as soon as he woke up by the Boatem Hole. It had been Grian who had killed him. But he wasn’t mad. He understood.

The hardest part was that Grian didnt know what he had done.

Mumbo only allowed himself only a few moments of relief. As soon as he woke up by the Boatem Hole, it took him a long minute to come to terms with what had happened. Grian had killed him. And he had laughed.

He stood there for a long moment, then flew up to his minivan, hours passing. The way his friends had been was frankly quite terrifying. Grian had killed Jimmy for a simple slap. Then he had killed Mumbo for firing an arrow out of surprise. He was practically crying out for a reason the use the Boogey Blade on someone.

Soon, Impulse joined.

Impulse had been in last life, Mumbo thought. He died too.

Mumbo glided down from the minivan shakily. His feet followed the path over to Impulse‘s house in front of his massive factory. Mumbo knocked lightly at first, and in a moment, Impulse opened the door. He looked shaken, and parts of his arms were detailed with a clear indicator of the wither curse, but Mumbo could tell it was fading fast.

“Mumbo?” Impulse‘s voice was quiet, vulnerable.

“Did you leave… that place?“ Mumbo said, referring to the last life server. “Permanently?”

He nodded, still standing shocked in the doorway. “Scott got me.“ He rubbed the curse on his arm, which was almost gone. “We set off the wither and didn’t even get anyone. They fired at us from the ground around BEST’s base.” Impulse shuddered. Mumbo put two grounding hands on the shorter man’s shoulders. He seemed to try to pull himself together.

”Thanks, Mumbo,” he said, taking a deep breath. They stood there for a long moment in the doorway, grounding each other.

”No one‘s going to remember what happened, even if we tell them,” Mumbo said. Impulse nodded. There was a ping in the chat.

They looked at each other for a long moment, then slipped on their elytras and took off in the direction of Bdubs’s starter base.

They landed smoothly and quickly ran into the copper building. Instantly, Mumbo could tell something was wrong. They climbed the ladder as quickly as they could, and once they got to Bdub’s room, they saw a lump of seemingly moss on the bed. It was shaking and breathing heavily. Mumbo put a hand gently on Bdub’s back. He jumped, and they both saw the arrow wounds on his back.

”Bdubs, its us,“ Impulse said gently. Bdubs’s eyes were bigger than usual, and he could see the fear in them. His face was red and he was shaking, so Mumbo opened his wonder chest, grabbed a healing potion and walked Bdubs through drinking it as Impulse tried to calm him down. The arrow wound were already gonr by the time he had drank the whole thing, but it would have calmed his nerves.

“You going to be okay, Bdubs?“ Impulse asked after a long pause That seemed to last hours.

”Yeah, I’m just— I was an idiot. I wish I could go back. I want to help, still. The final death thing was just… hard on me,” he replied quietly.

”Theres always spectator mode,” Impulse suggested.

“there’s that,” Bdubs said quietly.

Weeks passed. The hermits that remembered were comforted by some, but everyone was generally pretty quiet. Scar and Tango came back the next week, and Mumbo lost track after that.

Mumbo was carefully placing the blocks for the top of the mountain when something crashed into him. It was a burst of red and feathers.

”Mumbo, Mumbo I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to— I- I just I freaked out and I hurt you but I did want to hurt you and I’m so sorry,” it said, and Mumbo found Grian hugging his waist, tears wetting his suit.

Mumbo sat down beside him, wrapping his arms around his shaking friend

“It’s going to be okay,“ he whispered, “Its okay. I promise. I forgive you.”

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wooshofficial · 4 years

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Woooo back on my bullshit!

Been planning another side au for @mine-sara-sp shadow people au and now I’m here. Writing another fic.

Declaration of Independence

You haven’t been checking up on your shadows lately, and that’s fine.

At least it would be fine, if they didn’t cause trouble most of the time; wreaking havoc and whatnot. You not checking up on them only causes panic, and lest you forget, war.

Now there’s a feeling in the air of picking sides when your comm buzzes in your pocket. You’re not one to get direct messages most of the time, lest it be Tango or Impulse, but it wasn’t this time.

It was Grian, pinging you like crazy.

<Grian> Hey

<Grian> We need to talk

<Grian> Now

<Grian> It’s about Abyss

<Grian> Meet me in Sahara

You sigh. Of course this was about Abyss, when was it not? He causes trouble left and right, starting wars and taking down false gods, and somehow it’s your issue. Yeah, he’s a subset of you, but an entirely separate entity!

You sigh again to release the frustration and remind yourself to not get angry about this stuff. Unless it directly affects you, or your friends, it’s not your issue. You could talk to Abyss maybe, but that’s about it. Then again, it would be good to see old friends, so you head out to Sahara anyways.

You pass the Shadow Daycare on your way and wave to those Abyss has taken down in the past; Red and Apex. Both were a result of wars they didn’t start, now they’re here. Because of him.

Don’t get angry, no one got severely hurt, you remind yourself, and swiftly move on as the shadows wave back.

All three of the Architechs are in Sahara when you get there, with the air as tense as possible. Grian is practically fuming, pacing around his capitalist throne with fists clenched. Mumbo and Iskall are just watching him stomp around, the mustachioed man tapping his fingers impatiently and the Swede with his head in his hands.

All three of their heads shoot up to look at you the minute you step into the office, and it’s evident they’ve been shaken by something, or someone. Based on the reason why Grian called you here in the first place, you can guess the issue before he opens his mouth.

“What happened?” You ask, and the Brit goes off into a fury.

“Remember when you told me Abyss wanted to talk to me?” He starts off, and you nod your head. So that’s what this is about. From the other two chairs Mumbo and Iskall sigh like they’ve heard this all before.

“Well”, Grian continues, “the minute I showed up he practically dragged me into the void in order to talk about Puzzler and then held me by the throat when I didn’t answer!”

That gets your gears going. You’re starting to see red when Iskall starts talking as well.

“To add on to Grian, I was over by spawn the other day when I saw Wels talking to Abyss in a shadow temple. He practically came out a different person.”

“He what?”

They continue talking but you can’t hear much anymore, all you’re thinking is that he hurt your friends, he’s trying to turn everyone to his side, Abyss is manipulating everyone, it’s all-

There’s a hand on your shoulder. It’s Grian.

“I was thinking we fight back. We don’t want him controlling our lives anymore. He’s hurt us and left us scarred. Messing with our shadows was one thing, messing with the summoners is another.”

You nod. It’s been enough.

“What do you say, Zed?”

#shadow people au #abandoned shadows au #grian #abyss #iskall85 #mumbo jumbo #hehehehehehehehehehehhe

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