Hahah fools! I have kept my promise and based on majority vote patchwork as it is! And with season 8 in its beginnings we shall expect great things from the Wattpad community.
Um, no triggers that I can think of
This chapter is in two parts because I want to get something out soon, sorry for the wait 🙂
( the patat boi himself : mumbo's POV )
The small Pitter patter of rain falling across the Jungle trees seemed to calm my nerve as I pushed deeper into the thick brush. As soon as we heard another blood curling scream emerge from the tree's we had a better sense of where things were going. Nothing seems right though, I mean if G was really hurting that much he would have just come and asked us for help..right? I closed my eyes and took anouther deep breath. The morning mist was slowly fading away as the day grew on. Every hour felt like an eternity of searching. My feet were soar and my back wasn't in the best condition either. I'm starting to revoke my idea of searching on foot instead of elytra since the trees would have gotten in the way but this is taking to long. As if in que a notification sound buzzed on my communicator. Taking it out of my back pocket My finger tapped the screen causing it to light up.
Xisumavoid: Hourly check in, Any sign of Grian Himself or Mumbo's sanity?
I quickly typed something then put the device back in my pocket.
Mumbo_Jumbo: Haha very funny X, but no sign whatsoever
Just as I took another step forward into the thicket I heard a small crack. Most likely a stick just stepped on a sheep or something, ...... wait no, other way around. A sheep or cow most likely just stepped on a stick, Their are plenty on the floor and the small crackle has been altering quite often I mostly drown it out. My fingers ever so slightly twitched while taking the next step, I felt like I missed something but I'm unsure so I just continue forward.
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Stitches don't always heal || patchwork au || DISCONNECTED
ספרות חובביםWhen a shadow monster who's power is said to be myth meets a group of traumatized young adults who call themselves " The hermits " What could go wrong? / This was and technically still is my first book so a lot of experimenting has gone into it ...
