A/n: Please don't take my kneecaps guys. Anyways, here's a dose of angst to celebrate my descent into madness bc of quarantine!

Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, Sam does a bad, Broken Scar, implied torture (Sorry Scar) and dart throwing

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Mumbo woke up in darkness. He took a few moments to wonder why he wasn't in his bed before remembering. Someone had snuck up behind him and knocked him out.

Mumbo did his best to take in his surroundings. He was tied to a chair with a hastily done, but string, knot. the inky blackness was caused by a blindfold wrapped around his head. He wasn't gagged though, so he tried calling out.

"Is... Is anyone there? Where am I?"

He was answered by silence. Cold, dark silence.

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Iskall knocked on Scar's door. He needed a hand with his tree, and since Scar was the best terraformer here, he was the go-to guy.

He was genuinely surprised when Sam answered the door.

"Oh, Hi Sam. I'm looking for Scar. Do you know where he might be?"

Sam gave him a crooked smile. "Oh, he left on an exploration expedition. Something about finding new types of water and possibly some brand new biomes."

"Oh, then why didn't he tell us?" Iskall asked, hisdinghis suspicion.

Sam shrugged. "I dunno. Probably forgot. I heard he might've taken Mumbo with him."

Iskall frowned. "Well, that explains Mumbo's absence as well. I guess I'll let Grian and Xisuma know."

"Great! I need to get back to my work. I promised Scar I'd watch his villagers while he was gone." Sam turned around and went back into the mystical village, leaving Iskall with a gut feeling that something wasn't right.

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Sam walked down into the basement and activated his piston door. He confidently walked into the obsidian room and studied his newest victim.

The redstoner seemed to be awake, straining against his bindings. "Who-who are you?!" He asked, sounding terrified.

Sam smirked and closed the piston door behind him before removing Mumbo's blindfold.

"Morning, friend of Gree-on!"

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Scar stayed curled in a ball, facing the obsidian wall. He said nothing when Mumbo woke up, asking if anyone was with him. He said nothing when Sam entered, to presumably do what he'd came here for.

The wizard felt powerless. He felt broken, the phantom pains crawling over his body.

"You won't cooperate, I know that. So what if I make your name suit you, that'll be fun!"

The words echoed in his head and Scar winced, rubbing his hands over the new lines in his skin. He was just a prisoner, Nothing more, and nothing less.

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"Hey Iskall. What brings you here?" Grian asked, opening the door to talk to his friend.

Iskall bit his lip. "So, I went over to Scars this morning to ask for a favor, but Sam said he went on an exploration expedition and took Mumbo with him. I just thought you'd want to know that, since you've been..." He trailed off as he saw Grian's face change from slightly nervous to pale and terrified.

"Grian are you-"

Grian cleared his throat as if he didn't just panic right in front of Iskall. "It's nothing, I'm just tired." He made a move to close the door, but Iskall blacked him.

"Grian, tell me what's wrong."

"I'm fine, I swear-"

"Fine does not mean sheer panic dude!" Iskall exclaimed. "You're not okay, and I'd like to know why."

Grian hesitated, before taking a deep breath.

"If I tell you, someone will die."

Iskall froze in shock and Grian took the opportunity to run past him and rocket into the air, his elytra unfolding in an expert takeoff. Iskall called after him, but Grian had already disappeared into the thick jungle.

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In the city of Evo, a young woman throws a dart at a picture. Her bags were packed, and her goodbyes had been said. The next morning, she would leave her home, and begin her journey to track someone who'd slipped into the shadows long ago.

She throws another dart at the picture, this time spearing one of the bunny ears. He would pay for what he did. For who he took from all of them.

After all, you don't just kill a city council member and get away with it.

She throws another dart, this time hitting one of the brown eyes. She knew that he'd gotten away with murder countless times in his past. But his lucky streak was going to end.

Another dart hits the middle of the school crest on his jacket. She knew where he'd gone, it was only a matter of time.

A dart strikes the middle of Sam's forehead. She'd never been this angry before.

She takes the darts out and rips the picture to pieces.

Pearl would get her revenge.

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First, Pearl will probably be terribly OOC, sorry XD

And second, pillow forts are really good places to write stuff. I recommend, 10/10. (Yes, this angsty angst was written in a pillow for that takes up the entire floor of my room, that's what quarantine does to ya lol)