"Of cure this had to break, of all things." Grian grumbled, awkwardly squirming through the redstone. Yep, one of his farms was jammed, and he had no better way to get to the spot that needed fixing.

The worst part? This wasn't just any farm. This was a piglin bartering farm, the one in his upside-down mansion. If he got stuck here, without his communicator on him, who knows how long it would take for someone to find him? Grian had never died of starvation before, but he heard it was painful and excruciatingly slow.

Grian reached for the jammed part, successfully fixing it. Great, now to get- oh.

Oh no.

Grian began to panic when he found that his legs wouldn't budge. He quickly tried to reach down and get them unstuck, but in the process wedged his left arm into a painfully small area. This was not ideal.

After a good few minutes of struggling, Grian gave up. He checked his inventory, relived to find a few golden carrots. If he rationed, they should last him a few days, long enough for another hermit to find him.

That is, if anyone came looking for him. After all, it wasn't uncommon for someone to disappear for a week straight, only to come back with a hundred stacks of sand and the knowledge that they destroyed another desert biome.

Of course, he could've called someone for help, but his communicator was sitting on a shulker nearby, out of reach. He'd known it would be a tight fit, and didn't want to smash his communicator trying to squirm through the machine.

Instead, he smashed his hopes of escaping anytime soon.

Grian let out a sigh and did his best to get comfortable in his predicament. This was gonna be a long few days.

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Grian had done just about everything he could to entertain himself. He counted all the tiny parts in the machine he could see, named every ghast that flew by, even built stuff in his brain, block by block.

And he was hungry. He'd ran out of carrots that morning, and his hunger bar was getting concerningly low. Four days had passed already, and Grian was getting desperate.

So when he heard a rocket go off somewhere near, he began frantically shouting for help.

"Grian? What.... Where are you?" Oh thank the hermits in the skies, it was Mumbo.

Grian waved his hand, even though he was so deep in the farm that Mumbo wouldn't see. "I'm stuck in the Piglin farm. Please get me out, I've been in here for four days."

"Four days! My word Grian, why didn't you call someone?"

"I uh, took my communicator off."

Mumbo snorted. "And they say I'm the spoon."

"You are a spoon, now shut up and get me out of here." Yeah, that might've sounded rude, but Grian was tired, hungry, and sore. Of course he was cranky!

"Oh dear, I don't think I can." Grian heard Mumbo pace around the machine. "You're so deep in there, it's gonna take multiple hermits and a couple hours, give or take."

Grian let out a defeated sigh. "Just... do what you can."

"Okay, here's some steak for now. You must be starving." Mumbo carefully dropped the food into the machine, it landing in front of Grian.

"Thanks Mumbo, you're a lifesaver." The steak was gone quickly, Grian relived that he wasn't gonna die.

"I'm gonna get some help, just stay calm, kay?"

"Kay."

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It was a whole ordeal. Xisuma, Ren, Tango, Beef, and Cub all helped Mumbo free Grian from the machine. Zedaph was there as emotional support, or something.

Grian was relived when Ren and Xisuma lifted him out of the machine and sat him on a shulker.

"Anything broken? Any lasting injuries?" Xisuma asked, rummaging in his inventory for a regen potion.

"Yeah, I might've sprained my wrist, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna bruise up badly. I think I twisted my ankle too." Grian answered.

Xisuma handed him the regen potion before wrapping up his wrist with an ace bandage. "Anyone got Ice on them? And wool?"

"I have wool." Beef handed Xisuma a couple pieces, both cyan colored. "And I should have some Ice in my ender chest."

"It's over by the fireplace." Grian reminded. Beef thanked him and retrieved the ice, handing it to Xisuma.

Xisuma wrapped the Ice in wool and placed it against Grian's ankle, securing it with another Ace bandage.

"You can go ahead and sleep now, I can tell you're tired."

"Hm?"

"You can fall asleep now Grian." Tango repeated.

Grian yawned, already dozing off. "Thanks guys."

And then he was out cold.