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It was a lovely day on the hermitcraft server. Birds were chirping, bees were buzzing…..and mumbo was working hard. The mustached hermit was jumping around, finding his train of thought was simply all over the place. He’d start one project and simply go to finish the next, seamlessly switching when his brain picked up another task.
His communicator buzzed, and mumbos eyes had widened. Oh boy-
He’d forgotten there was a hermitcraft meeting today.
Mumbo chuckled at his spoonishness, facepalming. Of course it had slipped his mind that it was thursday- he’d even put it on his calendar! Mumbo knew today he’d been scattered all over the place- seeming to have so much energy that his system was overloaded. So, he’d decided to grad a fidget cube and infinity cube to the meeting with him.
Mumbo took to the skies, making it only 30 minutes late thanlfully! The other hermits were chatting idly, and the only spot left was in between iskall and hypno- a seat something close to a comfortable chair. It felt nice to sit, his legs felt a bit sore- almost like jelly.
Xisuma stood, clasping his hands together. “Alright hermits! Let’s get things started for today shall we? I promise this won’t take very long.”
It was easy to get the conversation on season 8 going, with only around 2 months before the moon was going to tear the world apart, so heavy lore was going to be todays discussion. And well, mumbo liked the idle conversation the hermits were having. With the mooners and all that, he hasn’t been sleeping that well anyways. Mumbo pulled out the infinity cube, which was red on one side and black on the other.
Slowly, mumbo began to fidget with the cube. Listening as scar and grian argued about the details of the botem hole plan, mumbo allowed himself to simply zone out, flicking over the cube…..
Black, red, black..red….black-
Hypno was talking to XB, mumbo thought. It wasn’t uncommon for small side conversations between hermits, and he knew horse head farms had collaborated…..
Black….red……black……red……
His eyes were drooping, his hand has steadily been moving slower. Mumbo’s body felt limp and lax, the chair featherweight and so comfortable. Nothing to be afraid of, just tension finally relaxing itself. In your hands, upper arms, neck…..brain.
His legs were numb, filling up with a warm tingly feeling….it was spreading like water filling a cup, filling his body.
Black…….red…………black………….
Mumbos head felt….like nothing, but the mustached hermit found his eyes were heavy, he felt drowsy and tired. The voices in the room were washing over him but mumbo felt like they were foggy and took too much effort to even move, let alone think. Was he nodding? Mumbo couldn’t tell…..it was like mixing static, but the harder he tried to fight and focus, the more he was simply pulled under.
It was like waves of warmth were traveling through him. Everything was becoming warm, mushy….yet perfectly in tact. But it feels good to sink, doesn’t it? He’d felt so good right now, barely even to keep his eyes open as the fidget was loosening in his hands……
Red…..
………..black………..
Then there was a snap.
And mumbo sunk so far backwards, the chair fell over.
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And if he woke up the next morning, with a wrapped head and feeling well rested?
Hypno knew his servermate would be none the wiser of his little ‘slip’.