Hermitcraft One-Shots

Fight your instincts (2)

Grian woke up with a scream. His arms restrained out to the sides, wings restrained to the point of hurting, ankles chained heavily to the ground. The Watchers' crystal chained around his neck.

Grian felt as if the crystal was burning into his chest.

"Give in. It's the only way you're going to survive."

Grian breathed heavily as a Watcher came into the room with a syringe of purple liquid. He grabbed Grian's head and forced the liquid into his neck.

~!!!~

When Xisuma got back to hermitcraft, he went straight to Grian's mansion where he found the four just getting up.

"Guys, what happened here!?" Xisuma asked, "What is this?"

He picked up a dart that one of the hermits plucked out of their necks, "Watcher dart... Grian's in trouble."

The four got up and walked over to Xisuma immediately, "So what are we going to do?"

"The only thing to do is get to Grian before they start experimenting on him."

"And how-"

Xisuma created a portal straight to the realm by using the particles left over from where Grian once stood.

"How-"

"Boys, I'm also a Watcher. But those crystals don't effect me because my powers are primarily void related. Now let's go, we got a hermit to save."

~!!!~

At this point, Grian was on the verge of unconsciousness. The veins on his neck began popping and turning a dark purple that spread down to his chest where the crystal sat, as well began creeping up the side of his head. He couldn't think. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even scream for help. The pain and the voices were just too much.

„˙sn oʇ llɐℲ ˙ɐnblǝX 'ʞɔɐq ǝɯoƆ„

Ÿ̶̙̥́̾͒͒̆͌͜͝͝ơ̴͉͍̂̾̂̂͒̊̕u̶̫̮͑ŗ̶̘̬̻̫̘͈̺͛̉̀̄̋̌̆̕ͅͅ ̸͍̿͂̃͂͘f̷͓͊̈́̐̉͗̉ṛ̸̞̊͌̓̽̔͒̕i̵̧̨̻̘̜̮͆e̶̪̎̀͌ṇ̸̯̉̋̒͊̌͌̀̋̋͘d̴̢̤͎̪͎̤̫̆̿̉̈́͝s̶͙͍̹̉̃̈́̀̅̔̕ ̶̙͙̠̺̘̙̲͋̄̕͜͠ͅͅa̴̡̱͇̘̘͒̽́͑̊r̶̼̼̺̀̊̎͋e̷̡̹̼͉͎̘̙̒̉̒͘ ̸̛̺̖͔͎̆̇̀͗̑͂̕ǫ̵͍̻̗̮̬̆̒̃ņ̷̜̲̯͍̘͔͖̘̅̏̅̆͆̓̄̃̅l̶̢͍̻̲͖̖͎̖͖͗̀̄͊̈̀̓͠͠ÿ̵̨͉͇̮͈̳͈͎́̾̔̈́ͅ ̴͎͙̈́̊͝a̵͕̫͕̝̫̥͛̋̎͋̀̈͐̓̕͝ ̶̛̞̭̱͕̫̭͓͚̈́͌͗́͛̄͊͒ͅd̷̮̜͖̺̱̖͓̥̱̫̿̔͂̊̀ȉ̸̛͓̥̗̻͈̩̲̩̆́̋s̶̙͎̲̝̖̺̻͑͌̋͛͝ͅt̴͈̗̬̰̭͚͛̇́̏̿͜ą̴̢̩̟̱̏͒̈́͆̂͠͝ń̵͕̰̞̻̘͇̤̳͈̊̊͛̒͐͛̕͝t̵̢͔̝͉̀̍̍̎ ̷̛̛̛̳̭̒͛̃̈̕m̶̛̘̖͖̦̘̲̑̿̈́̒̎̈́̕è̷̢̺̹͉̝̹̠͇̲͕̅̈́̒̚̕m̴̜̓͌͆͛̏͛͘ǒ̴̼̙͕͙̬̟̏̀r̷͈̳̫̩̘̭̗͑́̑̈̿͒͐̕͝͝ͅy̵̰̘̮̅.̶̹̣͍̤̾̔͐̃̽͆͆̚͠

Ẍ̸̲̤̫͙̄͑̈́̐͛͛͠î̸̻̥͉͓̜̣̝͍͈̌̑̄̈́̏̓̕͠s̵̻͔̤̟̍ͅū̶̾͐̆̃̐́͗͜m̴̨͔̲̺͔̦̌̈́͗̑́̓̌̏͝͝a̸̤̙͉̥̣̙̹̐̈́̍̀̓͜͝͠,̸̧̠̎̓̅ ̷̧̲̯̐͑̉͂̍R̶̦̿̊͗̍͋̕͘ě̵͔̩͉̱͔̦̦̃͂̃̏n̷̛̘̪̫̲̒̅́̆ͅ,̸͍͍͊̏̏͜ ̵̛̥͕̣̄̄͊̃́̈̽̈̚M̴̨̹̹͋̾u̸͍͉̖͚͇͓̙̥̇̏͐̃̍͛̓̾͘ṃ̷̣̭̜̾̃̋́͘͘͝b̵̪̹̉͊̓̀̀͆͂͂͗ȏ̸͍̜,̴̜̭̘͒͊̽̿́́̾̀̂ ̸̘̳̇̆̏̓̾̇I̵̜̳̣̒̉̍̇̽̀̓̉̿̕s̵̢̡͚̮̤͓̭̘͍͎͌͘͝k̵͇̔͌̇̔͛͘ȁ̸̧͓̯̱̱͚̰͈̟̄̈́̑́͆̒̊̄͝ͅl̷̡̡̗̹̭̭͍͈̣͊͝l̷̛̘̭͖̀͗͆̊͒̍̽͠ͅ,̵̹̹̲̭̣͎́̋̎̍̏̆ ̴̡̤̋E̵͈͓̳̣̝͔̦̋͗́̐̽͛͘͠͝͝ť̷̢̞͚͙̙͚̹͕͊̓̎͒̽h̵̨̨͔̰̦͙̱͈͗̊͌̓̋̓̚͜͝o̵̗̠̣̝͓̙͒͝,̶̛̞͔̃̄̿͒̐̾͠ ̶͙̟͖͔̜̘̣̓Ḓ̸̡̨̹̝̠͕͔͈̝̉̂̂͗̇̈́ơ̸̹̊͗͂͒̓͆̆͝c̵̬̘͗̈́̓̎͊͒͊͠͝͝,̵̨̞͈͇͊̓ ̷͖̙̘̜̭̲̯̻͊̅̉͛͂͐̎̇͝͝X̵̧̨̨̡͚̟̟̼͙̭́̌̈́͗̄̄͛̚B̶̻̻̾͝,̵̮̪̦̖̪̹͖͍͉̠̓͊̕ ̴̡͇̭͍̜͈͕̩̦̑̅̏S̷̢̫̭̯̞͔̺̈́͐́̈́̾̊̿̔c̵̝̻̘̠͈͖̀͊͊͠ả̶̢̳̬͎̪̻̎̈̀̆̕ͅṛ̸̨̨͙͔̼̠͆̊̐̓̈̕,̶̢̺͉͙͕͍̟̪̀̕ Ć̶͈̹̺͋̋͂̽̕͘u̷͖̣̯̟̟̲͎̬̙͔̅̊̅b̴͔̭̯͗͗́͌͗̕͘̕͠,̴̮̖̬̟͈̹̞͎͍̈́͑͑͗̃̉̈́̆̕ ̵͎̠̼̠͉̣̋̀͊̈̅̈̾͝K̷͔̠̹̦͈͌̃̀͂̚͜͝ḙ̶̮͚̲̳͖̐̊͒̑̋͝ř̵̨̢̤̬͈̜͙̉̎͜͠a̷̦͂͂̊͌̕͝l̶̢̝̩͎̭͉̲̊͗́͆̓́̚͜i̸̲̟̭̦̘̟͛̍̽̈̈́̕s̴̡̢̥̱̺̒,̸̧̛̻̬͓͉̠͔͑̓̌̐̉̔͗̕͝ ̵̛̯͈͇͈͂Ṭ̸̎̉̕ã̴̜̖̲̭̬̺̼̽̾̿n̸̗̖̬̣̟̥͇̭̺͇͑̌͛͊͠g̷̯͓̱̠̋̈̒̓͗̐͗ǫ̵̪̗͕̠͌̋̉̉̄̿̕,̴̲̬́͋̇͌̔̈͘̚ ̶̬̯̻̠̤̋͂͐̃̃̄͝Į̴͉͎̏̕m̶̡̳̻̪͔̥̫͉̭͆͑̍̓́̑͗͆̕͝p̴̲̻̗͓̍̿̈́̂̐̕u̸̧̞̯͓̘͎͒̃͗͆l̵͎̰̲̮͔̞̄̓́̓͆̔̑̽̕͜s̵̲̖͓̉̒̀e̶̢̪̪̝̪̳̿̀̈̓͐͝,̸̡̧͙͓̩͖̓́̓̋̅̓̊̀͊̐ ̶̗̻̩̞̟̮͙̉̅̚͠F̶̩̘͕͎̣͂͌̐̽͆́̕͠͝ͅä̴̩̙͖͗̆̿͑l̶̥͓̥͕̖̰̺̓̔s̸͕̤͍͉̲͖̝̙̯̯̏͂́̄̏̒̚̚e̴̡̺̠̗̥̲̖̣̠͇̓̓̐,̶̩̠̹̞͈̥̞̾͛̄̑ͅͅ ̵̧͚̼̥͍͖̪̥͍̱̋͂B̷̡͎̝͖̰̟̩̼̤̭̎̐̉Ď̶̨͙̎̂́̊͑́̇͐͝u̶̡̗̞̼̻̯͛̓͋̈̈́̆̀͜͝͝b̴̥͙̩̹̻̈͆̕͜s̷͖̼̟̫̋̎̊̐̾͒̾͘

F̴̫̰̞͚̠̗͓̉͌̓̄̏̉̌͜͜ö̵̧̡̡̱͇͚̣̲́̂̍̓̾̌̕r̷͙͑̅ģ̵͎̘͕̉̽ḙ̴̼̭̙̫̹̉̏̊t̵̢̡̢͔͈͍̬̭̙̓̿͐̍̃͒̆̚̚͜ ̸̧̰̹̭̦̪͑̍̓͐̓ͅt̶̡̟̺̾͊̄̌̀͒ͅȟ̵̢̧̛̭͖̦͚̩̳̰͓̇͛̋̾̾̒͋̕é̸̺m̷̡͚͙̣͔̤̻̻͉̾̋ ̷̡͖̱͇̜̒̐̆̀̈́̃̕͝ą̶͍͍̘͕͈̰̿̊͂̅̈́̂́́̍̓l̵̢̘̬͈̰̬̅̒ļ̷͉̫͚̪̘̦̃̌́̋̉̏͘.̶̣̰̬̺͌̉̚

Grians' head hung as he next dose of Watcher poison went into his arm via machine tubes.

He grew weaker with every drop into his blood stream.

Voices got into his mind, beginning to erase his memories. The names he kept in his mind, became distant familiarities and nothing more.

He soon saw five sets of feet in front of him, he couldn't make out who was there, but he could feel the crystal being ripped off his neck and the distant sounds of voices.

"̷W̷e̷ ̷n̷e̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷g̷e̷t̷ ̷h̷i̷m̷ ̷t̷o̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷M̷a̷i̷n̷ ̷H̷u̷b̷ ̷h̷o̷s̷p̷i̷t̷a̷l̷.̷t̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷h̷a̷v̷e̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷a̷n̷t̷i̷d̷o̷t̷e̷.̷"̷

The pressure on Grian's wings, arms, and ankles was quickly lifted. That quickly followed by being picked up and being rushed out of the Watchers' hold.

A few hours later, the hermits were allowed to see Grian. Ren and Xisuma ran up to his side.

A red crystal laid on his chest, it was chained around his neck loosely, slowly healing the small hermits' veins and outsides, an IV in his left arm.

Ren grabbed Grians' hand lightly, "Is he going to be okay?"

"I don't know." Xisuma said looking at the side of Grians' neck, "Watchers are ruthless. They put Watcher poison in him. There's no telling when he'll wake up."

The five stayed there, quiet, looking worriedly at their smallest brother.

They were about to leave when;

"𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓷𝔂..."

"Grian?" Ren said looking at him, he smiled when he saw Grian flutter his eyes at him, "Grian... Oh thank Void."

"I'm.. Okay.." Grian tried saying.

"Save your strength." Ren said softly, "Don't speak, rest."

"Cr-cry.."

"The crystals are gone. You don't have to worry. We'll be back soon."

Within the next three months, Grian was able to go back to Hermitcraft. The red crystal around his neck still there, still healing his insides. From there his entire life was different, Ren made sure that there was nothing Watcher related near Grian, made sure that he was okay mentally.