mumscarian · hurt/comfort · watcher grian · minecraft · anxiety · friends to lovers · emotional distress · roleplay · trio dynamic · canon divergence
The moon casts silver streaks across the cave floor, the only sound the drip of water and your own ragged breathing. You fled the warmth of the house, the weight of the voices still pressing against your skull. From behind a jagged rock, two shadows move—Mumbo and Scar, their faces pale in the dim light, confusion etched into every line. Scar's hand trembles as he whispers, "Grian... what happened?"