Chapter 1 And then comes the Rabbit
A/N: I just really wanna thank @coffeeandminecraft and @drabonsdumpster for helping me with this chapter, writing it and all-
Tw: blood, injury/gore and death
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It was the morning of the war.
The leader of the G-Team hadn’t slept. Something felt off about the world, but he couldn’t put a finger on what it was. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t hear two of his teammates walking up to him. He had completely forgotten that he told them to meet up as soon as they woke up.
A hand on his shoulder turned him around and broke his train of thought, his eyes landing on the two cheerful members of the team; Cleo and Joe, both having woken up as the sun shone through the window.
“Howdy Grian” Joe gave him a happy smile, yet his eyes were full of concern for his friend. He was standing with a sweater on as it was a bit cold outside.
Cleo still wore her ripped up pirate clothes despite the weather. She looked at him, hand still on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. Don’t worry, we got this.” He gave them a smile and gazed over at the bubble column, hearing someone come up as Iskall and Stress emerged from the water and into the meeting room with Mumbo close behind. He wore a mask they have given him, so they didn’t have to look at his face without the mustache. At last Jevin came up the bubble column in the base and took his seat at the meeting table. Tango was the only member missing as they started the meeting.
On the other side of no man’s land, Team S.T.A.R. --consisting of Doc, Xisuma, Ren, Wels, False, and Impulse-- was also getting ready.
False was already prepared to fight. She looked at the others.
X was fiddling with whatever was nearby, occasionally looking up as Doc moved past him. Doc was pacing back and forth, grumbling to himself. He had to fight his so called friend, his own ex teammate who had betrayed him for Grian. How could Mumbo betray him like this? How dare he! Without thinking too much, he turned and punched the wall, leaving a sizable hole behind.
“Doc?” Ren cautiously walked up behind him. His ears were pushed low to his head. He may have been worried about his friend, but when Doc was this angry, he was terrifying.
“What?” Doc snapped back, glaring daggers at Ren. If a stare could kill, he would be dead where he stood. Doc’s hand was still in a fist, as if he was ready to hit anyone who came too close. This didn’t go unnoticed by Ren.
“Hey calm down, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” “Im fine,” Doc grumbled, turning away from Ren and resuming his pacing.
They couldn’t understand how it felt to be betrayed - or so he thought.
Impulse and Wels were sitting down at the table discussing tactics for the war. False listened in to bits of the conversation, not really too interested in the ghast cannons the two were going on about. Her attention moved to Doc as he got ready to punch another one of the base walls.
“Doc, can you sit down and tell us your attack plan?” she looked over at him, eyebrow raised. He didn’t want to argue with her, as she had him at sword point before.
“Fine.” He begrudgingly took his seat. The ones who weren’t already sitting, followed him and joined the others until the whole team was gathered, ready to listen to the attack plan.
“So here’s the plan….”
Grian was sitting with his team, anxiously awaiting the signal from Concorp that the other team was ready.
He was half hoping the signal never came.
And then it did.
“Well then.. Good luck everyone” Grian gave a smile, not wanting to make everyone feel worse than he did at that moment. They needed to fight their friends. It wasn’t like everyone wanted to fight each other but they needed to. They had no choice anymore.
Jevin was paired with Grian in the battle. His partner seemed much more confident in his actions than he did, moving quicker than him across the battlefield and managing to shoot arrows at the oncoming ghast balls while keeping an eye on Grian too.
He had put TNT on the wall of team S.T.A.R.’s base, blowing a hole into the giant tower.
He signaled to Jevin that he was okay, just as a trident landed in front of him.
Scared, he looked back to Jevin fighting close with Wels, his other teammates around him engaged in close combat with the opposing team. His eyes followed the enchanted trident as it moved back to the hand of its wielder, Doc. He took a deep breath. Looks like he’d have to take care of this himself. Taking his iron sword in hand, Grian readied himself and charged at the Team S.T.A.R. leader. The two clashed weapons, knocking each other back. However, Doc was quicker to recover than Grian, launching his trident as Grian was still steadying himself. The weapon hit its target, stabbing him in the abdomen. The enchantment on the trident took effect almost immediately, calling forth lightning from the sky and striking an already wounded Grian. He screamed out in pain as the trident tore itself from his body and returned to Doc’s hand. Tears fell from his eyes and blood trickled down from his mouth. The dark red liquid quickly seeped and spread from the holes in his chest. He lost grip of the sword and fell down on his knees, looking up as Doc approached him, a malicious grin forming on his lips. Coughing, Grian tried to stand up and flee, only to fall back down, holding to his wounds as he tried to make them stop bleeding.
“STOP!!” Mumbo rushed over to them, standing between Doc and Grian, looking sharply at the former.
“One more step Doc and I won’t hesitate to stop you with force!” Tears fell from his eyes as he stood there. Why did it have to be him that had to do this.
Doc stopped before looking at Mumbo, his expression slowly changing from anger to hurt.
“I gave you a chance to be something great, and you.. you betrayed me!” Doc growled pointing at Grian with his trident, his hands shaking with emotion.
Grian looked up at Mumbo, opening his mouth to say something, only to cough up more blood. He felt weaker and weaker, his eyes growing dull and his skin turning pale. Mumbo turned around fast and dropped down next to his friend, laying his sword in the grass as he put one of his hands on Grian’s shoulder.
“Hang in there buddy, we will get you fixed up” Mumbo said, panic apparent in his voice. He moved to lift the injured man, but stopped as Grian grimaced in pain when he was moved. Mumbo looked back at Doc who was standing and watching them.
“Help him dammit!!!!” He yelled out, stomach twisting in disgust as Doc simply shook his head.
“M-Mumbo..?” Grian tried to lift his head to look at him, his eyes slowly closing. His hand fell to the ground and his head dropped back as his body went still.
The last thing he saw was Mumbo trying to keep him awake.
It didn’t work. They had failed each other, the builder’s body disappearing from the ground. Mumbo cried out in grief. Doc, as if seeing the body vanish made him realise what he did, fell to his knees.
Grian’s things laid there on the ground, surrounded in his blood.