This story is for @Ticli704 . It was requested a long time ago. =3 (It's very old writing... =/) As Grian turned toward a loud crash, he tripped on a root he hadn't previously noticed. A trembling voice called out, "G-Grian? Was that you?" Grian identified Mumbo's voice and called back, "Yeah, it's-" He was cut off by a searing pain that shot through his leg. Grian realized he must have broken it. Mumbo, appearing from the brush, heaved a sigh of relief. "You scared me, mate!" His eyes shifted to the bundle of red sweater on the floor. "You alright, Waffle?" G clutched his leg tightly. Voice wavering with pain, he said, "The crash... I tripped... My leg..." Before the mustachioed man could respond, a shout rang throughout the jungle. "HoT GuY!" A swift arrow lodged into Grian's shoulder, not helping the pain in his leg. Startled, and full of rage, G yelled, "Gah! SCAR!" Landing, the man in a massive hat called, "Uh...sorry?" "THIS IS THE SIXTEENTH TIME, SCAR!" He wasn't wrong; this hadn't been the first time. Grian's lungs gave out from shouting, and he found himself gasping for air. Mumbo sighed. "Take it easy, G." He pulled wings from his inventory, fastening them to his back. "I'll take you to Xisuma. He'll know what to do." "Ex-ee-eye-zu-may?" Mumbo sighed once more. "You know what? Maybe Impulse is a better idea." "Probably." Scar attempted to slowly back away from the commotion, when Grian said, "Wait, who made that loud crash?" Mumbo started to laugh. Scar stopped in his tracks. "Why don't you ask Scar?" Mumbo managed to blurt through his laughter. Rubbing the back of his neck, Scar said, "Well, I may have shot Mumbo out of the sky-" "And I clutched the landing!" Mumbo kept laughing. "The water crashed as it hit the floor." "Wait," Grian began, "the reason I tripped was because of the crash. You mean to tell me that this," he gestured to leg, "is ALSO Scar's fault?!" Mumbo wouldn't stop laughing. Scar said, "Uh, I just realized I forgot to feed Jellie! Peace!" [[Scar left the game.]] Still, Mumbo kept laughing. "Ha, ha. Have you forgotten my leg is BROKEN?" Mumbo finally stopped. "Oh, sorry, G!" He did a once-over, checking that his wings were properly secured and that they had enough durability. Scooping Grian up, he grabbed some rockets, and they were off. A Few Months Later: A "jungle bandit" he was. His leg was healed, and the arrow was removed. He was at his finest. He was invisible, one with the jungle. Bamboo was his friend. He was swift and agile, swinging from the trees as if he was more animal that human. He didn't stop until he reached his destination. A giant meatball. Or a snail. He wasn't sure which. Peeking from the trees, he spotted his target. He took aim, and- bam. Bull's eye. he cried out into the jungle air, the only one to hear was him and his target. Scar. He called, "CuTe GuY!" Revenge wasn't best served cold. It was best served hot. HoT GuY.
I just remembered I have this other one, hold up... I barged into Scar’s meatball- I mean “snail”- starter base. It was totally a meatball. Anyway, I was yelling at him but secretly trying not to laugh. “Scar! WHERE’S MY FRONT DOOR?!” I shouted as I swung into his doorless doorway. Startled, Scar responded, “Huh? Your door? It’s not just me then? I’m not mad! Whoo-hoo!” He shot his arms in the air as he whooped for his persevering sanity. I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to stifle a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So did you take it?” “What? Of course not! Someone’s taken mine!” “Oh, yeah? Isn’t that exactly what a door thief would say?” Scar opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out as he processed my point. “You’re not wrong.” I stepped closer to Scar. “Exactly.” Scar stepped backward, bumping into a table. “Uh, I heard there was a possible thief lurking around here! He was wearing a chicken head.” That’s when I totally lost it. I was laughing so hysterically, I could barely breathe. When I finally got it together, I looked up at Scar, who had a puzzled look on his face. “Um... what? Nothing about this door shenanigans is funny!” Through a laugh I said, “Uh, it’s nothing!” I backed up, and hopped straight out Scar’s front door. I broke into a full sprint around the pond, and bounded into my hobbit hole. The door was just as I left it. Removed. I continued to laugh, for it was me. It was all me. I was the door thief, and the only one who knew a thing was Mumbo Jumbolio. I hoped he’d keep my secret. Hermit Challenges seemed to rely on them. Prof. Beak was sitting there, still meditating on… whatever parrots meditate on. At least he wasn’t being much of a pesky bird. He had a tendency to be such. I heard a bell ringing, and immediately recognised the chime. Mumbo had sent me a message! Of course, Mumbo had told me to make sure no one's trapped my rails, but do I ever listen to him? Of course not! That would be ridiculous! Besides, nothing wrong had happened yet. Nobody would DARE mess with a TNT lord like me! Speaking of TNT, all that was inside the chest was a single piece of TNT, renamed, "Use it responsibly. I MEAN IT GRIAN." Oh, Mumbo! Of course I would use it responsibly! NOT! Ha! Let’s go blow something up! I shot out of my house like a bullet, looking for a target. And that’s when I saw it. Scar, as always, had decided to build his megabase WAY too early in the season. There was the massive skeleton of a leafless tree. “Target acquired,” I said to myself. BRUH. It's unfinished XD
