Suddenly, Crockpot falls from the usual place on your head. When his body hits the ground, it splits into two, with a lound THUNK.
"Crockpot!"
You kneel down. What you see below you surprises you: tiny mechanical parts all strewn about, and a motor inside that is still running. It seems as though Crockpot was not a mushroom at all, but something else? You've never seen a machine like this before, save for computers and other electronics. You can see what might be a circuit board. You try and pick up the pieces, but there are so many tiny screws missing, and now, your tears have clouded your vision...
"Crockpot," you sniffle. "...I'm so sorry, I, please come back-"
No response. The other mycelium come out of your pockets, and hop down off your shoulders. They look at Crockpot, and then at each other. You cannot tell if they are sad, thinking, or complacent. They just pass glances to and fro.
"Please, you have to help me! What's wrong with him? Is he- is he-" you can't say dead yet. You haven't learned how. You feel your anger swelling up inside... why couldn't you have caught him... what could have been different...
The mycelium begin to walk in the opposite direction. Some of them hop in place, looking up at you, then at the lair of the dragon.