if no one's gonna write about grian staying back in a valiant attempt to save grumbot, HIS evil robot, I will
also does anyone find it hilarious that princess gem the ultimate larper is just standing on the hermit's side of the bridge during the standoff. like, she's just chilling
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grian sat on grumbot's palm. can you open the rift?
mumbo. no purpose. make mumbo mayor. it was as if the words were coded into his brain, which grian supposed it was, and grumbot kept on repeating it, as grian threw papers increasingly frantically.
grian groaned in frustration and flew off. "just an evil, insane robot," he muttered to himself.
then there was a boat. small but cluttered, sitting in the water between grumbot and the rift, which was now surrounded by a box.
"he's an evil robot," sausage protested.
something in grian's heart clenched. that's what he'd been telling to himself, telling to grumbot, even, but yet, when someone else said it out loud, it didn't seem right. he was just his grumbot, his little robot boy. he hadn't done anything wrong, per say.
other than threatening to purge the whole of empires.
"that's not true," grian said, mouth dry.
they talked to grumbot again, and there had been a lighthearted moment with oli's question. it was katherine's turn, and the response resurfaced like a cork in water. no mumbo, no purpose. she turned to him and the expression of skeptical worry was unmistakable.
grian inhaled. "I- I'm experienced with grumbot, alright? this is the third grumbot. I know what I'm doing." the words sounded hollow even to his ears, like he was trying to convince himself with untrue sentiments.
oli turned to him. the normally silly bard said accusingly, "well, what happened to the other two?"
grian's eye muscles suddenly malfunctioned. he knew this because water was leaking out. he pulled his wings around him and looked away from the others to grumbot, hoping to pull off a stoic, cool look. "it- it's alright. they…"
one in a box, cartoon clouds and grass, convinced that he had fulfilled it's purpose, living in a prison of lies
the other waiting for its father, its fathers, sitting in a lab, full of scorn at him what did he do make mumbo mayor —
grian laughed weakly. "yeah, he's being existential again. it's fine. everything's fine. he's just a bit evil?"
I'm so sorry, grumbot. but I'm not sure what I'm sorry for. he's just an evil and insane robot, grian repeated to himself.
but he's mine.
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"NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" his voice was strained and raw, going from the heart to the throat without bothering to bypass the head. grian, devoid of armour and any blocks, stared in despair at the slowly and steadily flying TNT machine, heading straight towards grumbot.
the other emperors stood on the bridge, staring at the machine. their normally distinct personalities had all merged into one of excited desperation.
"it's like you said, grian!" sausage laughed, with a glint in his eye. "we have to kill the evil robot. you guys can't leave. the rift has to close, and the robot has to die."
"whoo!!!" joel cheered raggedly in the background, amid the atmosphere of chaotic anticipation. the way they just treated it, so lightly, as just another evil thing to be eliminated.
grian was rooted to the spot. "no, you can't do this… no, you…"
something in his brain clicked and he ran up the island. "I can save him! no, I have to— blocks! I need to—" heartbeat thumping violently, he clawed dirt and grass and wood and whatever, collecting them and sprinting over to grumbot, his boy.
grian dived into the water. immediately, his heavy sweater made heavier still with the weight of water, began to pull him down. he yelped in panic and slapped the water, trying to float forward. "grumbot! no!"
and the robot's face, unblinking, as death approached him.
grian felt the arrow pierce through him as fwhip's shot delivered the final blast to his already low health. there was a moment of nothing, and he was at spawn in the tower. chest still aching from the goblin's arrow, he grabbed as many blocks as he could and dashed over.
grumbot, I'm coming for you! grumbot!
he frantically stacked up, and the view was front-row when he saw grumbot explode in a boom of TNT and vengeance.
no—
he let himself fall, and thumped onto the ground.
when he woke up yet again, he felt hazy. grumbot. he was dead. if only he had stopped them in time.
blood and tears mixed in his vision as he pushed his way through the emperors and screamed in triumph as he went back home, to hermitcraft, to grumbot, his little robot boy.
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