Word Count : 1046

Plot : Grian confronts Grumbot about the mayoral race. He gets some not so positive backlash.

Songfic : Hamilton - Meet Him Inside (Act 1)       (lol, watched the Hamilton movie on Disney Plus on July 6th with one of my buddies and accidently fell down that fandom again- oops.

Also minor spoilers on who won the mayoral race. But I'm sure 99.9% of people already know who won but still. If you haven't seen it- here's your SPOILER WARNING.

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Grian stood on the quartz white platform that Mumbo and him had made. He had his arms crossed over his chest, looking up at their creation as he turned online.

Meet him inside, meet him-meet him inside. Meet him inside, meet him-meet him inside.

Grumbot opened his eyes and turned his head down to Grian. "What do you need dad?"

Grian took a deep breath, looking up at his mechanical son. "Son-"

Seemingly without hesitation Grumbot replied. "Don't call me son."

"This war is hard enough without any in fighting."

Grian felt a pang of hurt go through his chest. "Grumbot this mayoral race for us has gotten nowhere. I know that even Mumbo is starting to agree. Your plan has started to get more violent, you've started to change for the worst! When did it start? Did it start when Iskall and Stress-"

"Lee called you out, we called his bluff!"

"Stress and Iskall are enemies. They are running against us."

"You solve nothing! You aggravate our allies to the south!"

Grian uncrossed his arms, gesturing one arm back to the shopping district. "You attacked both of them, Grumbot! Mumbo and I didn't make you to attack the other Hermits!"

"You're absolutely right, John should've shot him in the mouth, that would've shut him up."

Grumbot mimicked Grian's previous pose, crossing both mechanical arms over his chest. "Mumbo for mayor."

Grian dropped both his arms at his side, his hands balling into fists for a second before relaxing. "Son-"

"Not your son-" Grumbot instantly shot back.

Grian could start to feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he could also feel himself growing frustrated. He and Mumbo hadn't built Grumbot to hurt anyone. "Grumbot what you're doing is wrong! There have been other plans made by Mumbo and I."

"Watch your tone. I am not a maiden in needs of defending, I'm fully grown!"

"Charles Lee, Thomas Conway and his men, take your name and rake it through the mud!"

Grumbot uncrossed his arms, then held out both of his palms, showing holo screens of Bdubs and Scar. "Bdouble0100 and Good Times With Scar have started to drag both yours and Mumbo's name through the dirt."

"My name's been through a lot, I can take it."

Grian held a hand to his chest. He should contact Mumbo now, but he felt like he could talk Grumbot down. "This mayoral race is for fun, Grumbot. No one is suppose to get hurt over some innocent fun." Grian took a shaky breath, holding back the waterfall of tears that was threatening to spill out.

"Well I don't have your titles, I don't have your land! But if you-"

Grumbot held out both his hands, the holo screens turning off. "Grumbot has attempting to eliminate all competition. In order to go further, Grumbot requires proper movement and function."

Grian felt his eyes widen. Grumbot was asking for proper movement to go about and harm other canadites. "No."

"If you gave me command of a Battalion. A group of people to lead, I could fly above my station after the war!"

Grumbot's eyes went red. "Grumbot requires proper mobility to carry out initial programming."

"Or you could die, and we need you alive!"

Grian could no longer hold back his tears. "No, Grumbot! I won't let you hurt anymore people over this! Xisuma has been threatening to switch you off himself if reports of you hurting others continues to come in! I don't want you to be offlined but-"

"I am more than willing to die."

Grumbot cut his maker off in the middle of his sentence. "Grumbot's programming has taken appropriate measures to insure that creator, Mumbo Jumbo, wins the mayoral race."

"Your wife needs you alive!"

Grian rose his voice. "What about us? What about Mumbo? What about me? We're your family, you're like our son! Please, son, I need you alive!"

Finally boiling over, Grumbot brought both his mechanical arms down on the quartz platform on either side of Grian. The force of the impact left cracks within the blocks. "CALL ME SON, ONE MORE TIME!" Grumbot's screen glitched out. His face going pink instead of remaining green. He remained angry.

Frightened, Grian screamed, ducking his head down as the platform shook from the strike. "MUMBO!" He screamed out. But Mumbo wasn't around.

A couple seconds passed and Grumbot's screen glitched out again before returning to green. His robotic eyes softened at his creators cry of terror. "Dad?" He asked, his arms slowly pulling up and away from the platform.

Grian still had his hands covering his head as he slowly looked back up at his creation on his knees. Tears were pouring from his eyes, fear tainting the usual bright and cheering blue colored orbs. Rising to his feet, Grian backed away from the robot, his arms going across him to hug himself and shaking his head.

Wordlessly, Grian turned around and equipped his elytra then took the sky with his rockets.

Grian : Mumbo, help

Grian : Grumbot's programming has broken

Grian : Meet me in the shopping district

Grian : We need to do something about him

Mumbo Jumbo : I'm coming now. Hold tight.

Fin

Ah yes.  A n g s t - McSorry Grumbot-

Alright, please don't harass any of the Hermits. P l e a s e.

I'm assuming most of my readers are mature enough to not do that, which is good.

I'm happy that GTWScar won the mayoral race. It just made sense and it was a good call by the Hermits to have Scar win instead of any of the others.

Anyways, thank you for reading and getting me up to legit 3.5k reads. Ya'll are bonkers yeah? That number will change when this chapter goes out but still.

THANK YOU!