Author's Note: A bit of a species swap, but uh, it's a tad bit bloody. It's not fun for either party, yet it's way worse for one of them. I will give a warnin' about how there is both blood and a little bit of vomit. So, uh, yeah.

I have good news though! The first story that I will be submitting for October is done! I'm real proud about it, and I know you guys will enjoy it as much as I do. I also got through another sketchbook, so I'm now on the current one that I'm still drawing in. 

 Anyways, I hope ya'll are ready for some drawings to be submitted. I also have a bit of a proposition to make to you guys over Halloween in Hermittpad. I'll talk about that idea on the 1st of October so be ready for it.

 Enjoy.

 :)

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 Grian's POV:

 I turned around and looked at my shirtless self in the mirror. I frowned and ran my fingers down the slits in my back that used to be my wings.

 This felt horrible. I lost my wings and tail, and I don't really know where they went exactly. What I do know is that it was late at night, and I smelled something sweet before falling asleep fully. 

 I looked at the elytra that Scar gifted me and nodded my head. It's been a while since I had to use this. I need to figure out why I can't fly anymore. 

 I shook my head and slipped my jumper back on. My body shivered slightly as I flinched and sighed. Why does this hurt so much. 

 My communicator beeped as I pulled it out and looked at it. 

 A message from my dear good buddy Mumbo Jumbo. 

 Mumbo: Pain

 Me: What's wrong Mums?

 Mumbo: Come

 Mumbo: here

 Mumbo: fast!

 I raised my eyebrow and hurried over to the armour stand with my elytra strapped to it. Mumbo needs help. Now, I don't know why he needs it, but I'll do anything to make him feel better. 

 Quickly, I opened my enderchest and yanked out some spare rockets. Leaping off of the ground, I fired the rocket and spiraled up into the sky and towards the mega mustachioed base.

 What was happening to Mumbo? Did whoever got to me get to him as well? Were we not alone in this mess? How do I even help Mumbo? 

 These questions blurred through my mind way faster than I was flying. Eventually, I came upon the base just as the sunrise was hitting it. My whole body was quivering as I dove down to the entrance of the base.

 " MUUUUUUUMMMMMMBOOOO!" I shouted and flinched when I stretched out a bit too much. I put my hand against back and breathed heavily. Everything burned as I let out a shaky breath.

 " Grrriiiiiiaaaannnnnnnn....nnnn...nn.n." I heard Mumbo's drained voice as it slurred into nothingness. I frowned, " W-Where are you?!" I called out as a whine came from downstairs. I nodded my head and hurried over to the ladder as fast as my sore body could take me.

 I slid down the ladder and turned to face a shaking Mumbo. The hermit was laying against a post and facing away from me. I moved closer to him and froze up when his body started to shake.

 " Heeeehhhhh...." 

 Mumbo's body perked up and threw up onto the ground; the hermit fully collapsed to the ground causing him to whine. 

 " Mumbo!" I gasped as I hurried over to him and moved him away from his own vomit. Mumbo breathed heavily and looked up at me with drained eyes, " G-Grian....? B-Back.... Help..." he whispered with a strained voice.

 I nodded my head and sat Mumbo up. The hermit let out a shaky breath as I raised his arms in order to help him get his suit off. Mumbo shivered as I set his suit down and removed his tie. 

 Mumbo moved closer to me with a sigh as he let out a sharp whimper. I frowned, " Why does your back hurt Mums?" I questioned as I slowly helped Mumbo remove his shirt. The hermit let out an angry series of protesting grumbles as I pulled the white shirt off of Mumbo and looked at his back.

 I gagged as I stared at the pair of black wings as it ripped through Mumbo's back. The hermit bended forward as the wings continued to rip through skin and muscle causing him to cry and the wings to flap as it tried to escape. 

 " M-Make it stop!" Mumbo half cried half yelled as he tried to move away from me. I put my hands against one of Mumbo's wings and gently pulled on it until it was fully out. Now, it isn't fully grown yet; however, it shouldn't rip at Mumbo's back as badly. I flinched at Mumbo's desperate cries as I helped the other wing come out. 

 The blood stained my hands as I looked at Mumbo's teary eyes, " .... " he closed his eyes. I tilted my head as a long feathery tail started to grow from Mumbo's lower back and onto the ground. I couldn't help but sigh as I fixed the tail until it could come out more easily. 

 " You'll be alright Mumbo..." I whispered as I slowly grabbed his arms and helped him stand up. Mumbo dragged his feet slightly as I lead him towards his bathroom. I gripped Mumbo and looked into his eyes as he tiredly opened them.

 " Listen to me... I want you to change into your bathing shorts, so I can help you clean the blood off of you." I told Mumbo causing him to tiredly tilt his head, " W-why can't I just take a shower?" he questioned as I shook my head, " No, a shower would hurt your wings since they're incredibly sore and weak in this state." I told him as he nodded slowly. I left Mumbo in the bathroom and waited until he let out a weak sound. 

 I reentered the room and looked at the blood on the doorknob, " I-I'll help you clean up your base when you're restin'." I told Mumbo as he laid down in the bathtub. Mumbo tiredly waved his hand as I walked over to him and turned on the warm water. 

 Mumbo frowned, " H-How are you.....feeling?" he questioned as he noticed my lack of wings and tail. I shrugged, " Sore.... Less sore than you obviously. I was asleep when I lost them." I told the hermit causing him to nod. 

 I put my hand to my back as I stared at Mumbo. I washed my hands in the sink then moved closer to my best friend in order to help clean his bloody body up. Pretty soon, the two of us were talking about projects in order to keep Mumbo from drifting off from pain. After this, after this I need to get the two of us some pain medicine. 

 For right now though, we'll just talk and enjoy each others company as I worked to soothe poor Mr. Jumbo's pain.