A cradle gilded in gold. fit for a prince, but a peasant baby in which it holds, Locked away. In a home of hurt, ruled by a tyrant, housing the mother, and the gold gilded cradle, with the peasant baby it holds, is an angel, who will save them, in time. The gold gilded cradle does not grow. But day by day, the peasant it holds, does. The gold gilded cradle does not creak when the peasant child grows. The angel says to the child, everyday, “Soon, my child, I will save you, and your mother.” but the child does not question when the tyrant is not mentioned, for he needs not saving, but karma.
The gold gilded cradle, holding the peasant child, only begins creaking at the slightest, when the mother comes in and rocks it, giving back the plush angel the child uses to get her attention with. The angel disappears one day, the same day the mother is saved. The mother will not be back. The gold gilded cradle, holding the peasant boy, just barely creaks whenever he moves, now. The angel hasnt returned, the tyrant watches him like a hawk, keeping him caged in the gold gilded cradle. One day, the angel returns, waking the boy in the gold gilded cradle. The tyrant sobs over the homely prison, not for the fact his son and wife were taken by the angel, but for the karma he’s soon to receive.

“Doc, dear.” Grian hummed, walking to his bodyguard, gliding against the mycelium coated dirt. “Yes, ma’am?” Doc looked down at them. “Would you call our sporelings here?” This was a rare occurrence.
Despite the resistance being in place for a while, meetings were rarely held on such short notice. Grian always dolled himself up before hand, always going all out with a motherly, unthreatening dress.
but, they still wore a black turtleneck, draped with armor made of various poisonous mushroom caps, his waist to his ankles covered in a skirt of mycelium, concealing his weapon. He didnt even put his mask on, his black, literally sunken eyes shone in the dim light, and his blacked out smile that shouldn’t be there has never been seen by anyone but doc, and even he was spooked by mother spore.
“Yes ma’am.” He sighed. This wasn’t even his job, yet he was compelled to do it. Maybe it’s the spores, or maybe it’s admiration.
“Oh- mind leaving jevin out of this one? I remember him telling me he’d be busy for a while.” Grian sits on a puffball mushroom stool he had grown. Doc nodded and expanded his mechanical wings, setting out to retrieve the other members.
It didn’t take long for anyone to get to the HQ, as they all pooled into the dark, damp, mycelium ridden mushroom cluster, they were rightfully surprised to see grian in such an outfit, illuminated by a glow of purple where his wings should have been.
“Good morning my sporelings,” grian-likely-smiled as he got up, walking to them.
“Our… dear.. mayor has requested we go out for tea, he mentioned to bring you lot, all by name too.” Grian looked to his team. “I dont trust this..” stress peeped. “Dont worry dear, if HEP trys anything, the mycelium and will deal with them.” Their gaze darkens. “And, of course we have doc. Stress, XB, impulse, i want you three to sit close to him. Etho and ren will sit behind me.” As grian walked, mycelium traced his shoes, spreading across any dirt that was left.
A parasol seemed to materialize in grians hands as they walked onto the main island, which was light, while their HQ island was shrouded in constant darkness. Scar sat alone in a gazebo, that shaded most light. Grian and co. Approached it, doc inspecting the area around it. Before grian sat, he checked for redstone and trap doors, and the gazebo was thankfully void of them.
“Mayor scar.” Grian sat, doc sat close by, keeping an eye on the sporelings. “Mother spore.” Scar poured them a cup of tea with unease. “Lovely meeting you all here…” scar looked through the resistance members. “I see jevin isnt here with us? Why so?” Scar picked up his cup, taking a small sip, swallowing back the bile in his throat.
“The reason as to why my sporeling isnt here is none of your concern.” Grian inspected his tea, the mycelium slowly crept under the table. “Right. Your right. My bad.” Scar took a deep breath in, avoiding docs gaze. “You are looking lovely, mother spore.” He complimented, catching grians attention. “Why thank you! Arent you just a tosser…” grian hummed, sneaking mycelium into the tea. “Thank you..? I uh, believe we should begin talking about this little conflict of ours.” Scar pushed his tea to the side as he set his hands on the table. Grian nodded in agreement.
“Stress, dear, come here for a moment, tell me if you like this tea.” Stress smiled and hopped off of doc, climbing grians leg onto his knee, where she took a sip of the tea, watching as scar smile nervously, tapping the table in an odd rhythm.
Stress shook her head and spat the tea out. “Doc, please take our sporelings home, im sure scar would much rather talk to me and stress alone.” Grian turned in his seat, wrapping an arm around stress, pulling her to their chest. Doc raised an eye brow, but nodded compliantly, gathering the other sporelings to bring them to the HQ.
“Mayor scar.” Grians gaze darkened. “Grian.” Scar crossed his arms. “Call off those pesky HEP members.” Grian hissed. Stress squirmed in grians hold. “I don’t know what you mean!” Scar smiled innocently, unknowing to the mycelium creeping closer. “Call them off or there will be consequences.” Grian placed their hand on the table, the mushrooms that grew from his hyponychiums making small thuds as they made contact with the table.
Scar glared at grian as he tapped the table a few times. “What did you put into the tea.” Grians hold on stress loosened. “It’s hibiscus tea.” Scar looked at stress, who smiled at him. “Mother, there was vinegar in the tea, it didnt taste good.” Stress frowned. Grian slowly looked back up at scar. “Well. Since you tried to kill me, i think its only fair i spread my spores.” Grian sighed as he let go of stress.
Scar stood from his seat, just as the mycelium began to crawl up his boots. “Go ahead, stress. I think you’re ready.” Grian looked at her warmly, and she grinned sharply, hopping onto the table and stepping closer to scar.
Stress smiled up at scar and made grabby hands. Scar couldn’t resist her, so he picked the sporeling up. Stress looked at him and took a chunk out of his hands, covering the wound with a thick layer of mycelium that spread through scar as he began taking damage. Scar dropped stress onto the mycelium covered chair. As scar tried to tear away the mycelium, grian stood up and slowly unsheathed his sword. Stress lunged at scar again, going for his very open side. As scar panicked, trying to get stress off, grian tilted scars head up. “You tried to take my sporelings mother away. You tried to kill them. And for that, you deserve death, even if you respawn, you head will forever be mounted on a mushroom, as a reminder to anyone who even thinks of hurting my children,” grian twisted the sword, resting scars head on the dull side. “They will regret it.” Grian snarled and swiped scars throat open, mycelium covered it in a thin layer, and grian watched as mycelium creeped its way through scars flesh.
[goodtimewithscar] couldnt handle the spores!
{Docm77} do i want to ask?
{Xisumavoid} it was kinda deserved on scars part.
{MumboJumbo} see why i left?
{Grian} stress did a very good job.
{Bdouble0100} WHAT??
{Stressmonster101} :3