-Doc's POV, 1st-

The mysterious psychopath that had tried to murder me earlier was lying tied up at the foot of Grian's bed on the ground. They were unconscious, and looked a lot less horrific asleep. "So, mind explaining who the crazed psycho is?" I asked sarcastically. Grian looked very uncomfortable, and didn't speak, shaking his head slightly. "Grian, you owe me an explanation, seeing as he almost killed me!" He winced, looking over at Mumbo, who was lying on the bed, bandaged, and no longer bruised. "H-His name is S-S-Sam... He's... My e-ex..." Grian stuttered out quietly, rubbing his arm. "What was he talking about, when he mentioned that 'Taurtis' guy?" I said, my tone deadpan, as I glared at him. If he had dated this guy, who knew if he himself was safe?

"Grian looked to be on the verge of tears, and was stuttering something fierce as he spoke. "T-T-T-Taurtis... He w-w-was my b-b-best friend... Sam m-m-murdered him, and... He m-m-made me h-h-help him..." Grian said, breaking down into tears. My face softened a bit at the crying man. He could very well be acting, but... There was something that told me that this wasn't a trick. It was the truth. I waved my hand, urging him to continue. "W-W-Well, Sam, he... They took him a-a-away... The police... I c-c-called them... I betrayed h-h-him..." I looked down at Grian with pity-filled eyes. "You did what you had to do." He nodded. "I guess you're r-r-right..." He replied, biting his lip, and fidgeting with his sweater. "I know I am. Now, how do we deal with all... This?" I said, gesturing at Mumbo and Sam. He looked quite harassed as he answered. "I don't know, I say we put Sam in the nether, far, far away, and trap him in 100 blocks thick of obsidian high up in the air, though even that might not hold him..."

I nodded. "Then, what might you suggest?" I asked, a little weary of this Sam guy by now. "Well... W-We could... Try to f-f-freeze him..." I stared in shock at Grian, surprised he would even suggest such a thing. He couldn't possibly mean... "Cryogenic frost..?" I asked, hoping to God that he didn't mean that type of freeze. He nodded, shaking uncontrollably. I didn't know what to say. That stuff was dangerous, and definitely not worth it. "No, no way. We are not going through all of that effort just to put a guy in hyperfrost. I'd rather deal with him myself." Grian shifted his arm, wincing as he did, though he tried to hide it. "Are you okay?" I asked, staring his arms. "Yeah, I just got a little cut from earlier, nothing much!" He tried to fake optimisism, but I could see right through the act. "Show me your arms." I said seriously. He tried to resist, hiding them behind his back, but I grabbed one, pulled it forward roughly, ignoring the slight wince of pain, and pulled up the sweater sleeve. A big, poorly bandaged scratch was bleeding down his arm. I examined it for a minute, before letting go of him. "I'm gonna go get something, stay here." I said, walking out of the room.

I ruffled through my shulker boxes, eventually finding the one designated to healing sprays, cloth, and disinfectants. Taking some of each out of the box, I put it back in my ender chest, and walked into the room. Grian was, as I predicted, not where I left him. I opened the closet door and found him in there, hugging his arms to his knees as tight as he could, so as not to be seen. I tried picking him up, but he wouldn't budge. "Fine, I'll do it here..." I said, applying the disinfectant to one of the strips of cloth, and then doing the same with the healing potion. It was my own way of healing, and it worked fairly well. I tied the strip to the injury, and watched as it worked it's magic.

"You- what was that?" Grian asked, staring at his now perfectly fine arm. I smiled mysteriously. "That's my secret," I responded, walking away to put it back in the shulker box. He looked curious, and started to nag, but I stopped him. "Don't." I said, opening the end chest that I had just placed down. "Just... Don't. I won't tell you." He looked downput. "Fineeeeeeeee," God, he acted like such a child sometimes. Sam started stirring in the corner, but he was tied up, and I had moved him away from any, and every source of weaponry. He struggled, but he couldn't do anything. He was also gagged so that he couldn't try and bite us, because he seemed crazy enough to do so. "So, he's awake..." I said, glaring over at him. He had given me a big slice with his knife, and I wasn't all that happy with him. "Hello Sam." Grian said, stonyfaced. He looked angrier than I felt. Sam glared at him, unable to do much else. "Guess you're back." Sam growled. "So am I." A voice said from behind us.