=Poultry man's POV=

                            Ow.

Thats all I could feel right now.

Blinking myself awake I saw I was in Mumbos room,

Across the room was grian and doc still asleep.

                               "Ahem"

Realizing someone was beside me I bolt out of the bed I was lying in running to the door

As soon as I was two blocks away from the bed I felt a pain in my wrist sending me flying back to the floor at the base of the bed.

       "You're not going anywhere"

I look up to see who the voice was.

The one hermit who probably hates me the most out of all of hermitcraft,

                     Mumbo Jumbo

Looking at my arm I realize I really wasn't going anywhere,

There was a lead from a fence post besides connected to my right wrist, giving me enough room to wander around.

Even though my other hand was free it would take me at least a hour for me to even loosen it a bit.

And my head hurt from both hitting it on the table and getting up so suddenly.

I checked I my inventory,
everything was gone. I put my hand to my face to check if my mask was still there,

Thank the minecraft gods that it's still there.

"Took a lot of convincing but Iskall kept your identity hidden." he says obviously wanting to know who I am.

"First up on my list of questions,
why do you prank me so much?"
Mumbo asks

I answered "cuz I get bored a lot and you're close" while getting up to sit on the bed.

I was extremely dizzy and light headed so I will most likely pass out in 5 minutes or so.

"Ok... What is this?"

He asked holding up my potion.

"Oh...that"

"Well?"

"Well Mumbo you should know what that is"

"I should?!" He said surprised

=flashback to the beginning of hermitcraft 6=

=Still poultry mans POV=

Grian had left to go somewhere, I don't exactly what remember what he said but he'd be gone for a few days.

It was incredibly boring here in grian's base so I decided to fly over to mumbos base to see his progress.

His tree house was still here and there was this huge white bowl in the center of the island and I mean HUGE.

Remembering that not two days ago this wasn't here before, the spoon probably overworked himself.

Looking around I find Mumbo working on some platform, looking extremely sick

I patiently waited for Him to go to his tree house for more resources.

When he was looking through his chests I grab him and forced him to drink a drowsy potion.

By the time he realized what he dranked he was half asleep.

too tired to do literally everything he slumped against me and I walked/carried him to his bed.

Mumbo jumbo x poultry man?😅
I would love to read that.

When he got in his bed I pulled out a bottle, it's continents a neon green and handed it to the sick hermit

He took it realizing how sick he was and took a sip.

"Try not to overwork yourself ok?"       I ask knowing this would not be the last time I ask him this

                      "Ok... Grian"

Normally I would get mad at people calling me grian but with Mumbos condition I let it slide.

We do sound very similar.

I leave deciding to check on him every few hours

Because grian would kill me if I didn't take care of that spoon, that's what friends do,
They take care of each other

Plus Mumbo is a nice guy, he deserves some rest.

-End of flashback-

"That was you?!" Mumbo says very surprised

"Yes, that was not the first time though, I have taken care of every hermit on hermitcraft, Doc was a... interesting one that's for sure, and grian definitely was a challenge"

I say shuddering, remembering the experience I went through

             "Do I want to ask?"

               "Ask them, oh wait"

I say gesturing towards their unconscious body's.

"What does the potion do?" Mumbo asks

"It heals the drinker, but with a price"

"What kind of price?, like diamonds?"

        "No,let me explain.

if you where to twist your ankle to where you're bed bounded for a few weeks and I give you the potion you would feel a lot of pain for a hour, but after that hour you could get up and walk"

                     "I see" he said

                 "One last question"

                              "Shoot"

  "How do you know about this stuff?"

               "That's Easy" I say

"Being a watcher has its advantage"
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And with that I passed out