Funky Hermitcraft Oneshots(DISCONTINUED)

Off Camera Fall(grian)

TW: blood, light cursing, falling, injuries, implied broken bones

Season: 7

This oneshot was a bit longer than I had originally intended so I will be breaking it up into two parts, this being the first one. That said, enjoy ❤️

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"Well unfortunately that's all we have time for today, so until next time—goooodbye!" Grian chirped and turned off the camera connected to his headset, then took it off. He let out an exhausted sigh and put the headset back in his ender chest, opening his bird-like elytra and firing off a rocket, flying to the top of his magnificent mansion and landing on top of one of the towers, sitting down.

It was cold up there but, Grian didn't mind all that much. His red sweater kept him warm enough where it didn't bother him. He stared out at the jungle in the distance, being able to faintly see Mumbo's and iskall's bases in the distance.

"And Mumbo says he isn't a builder," Grian mumbled under his breath, the corner of his lips tugging into a small smile. He let out another sigh and stretched his arms above his head, Grian had been recording ever since he woke up—he was exhausted, to say the least. The back of his mansion still needed to be worked on, and he still had to dig out the hole in front of the mansion he'd been neglecting. It was tiresome work.

Work he didn't really feel like doing.

Grian stood up, once again opening his elytra and taking off, flying over the jungle to see if there were any hermits nearby he could prank or hang out with. Perhaps he could convince someone to help him dig out the hole.

He spotted Scar hopping out of Larry the snail, but decided against meeting him—he still had Scar's "baby boy" in his inventory, and he didn't wanna risk the mayor finding that out and going all mandalorian on him.

Instead Grian continued flying, staring downwards and not paying attention to his surroundings, and allowed himself to zone out.

Being a content creator was...tiresome. He did enjoy it, but at times it could be very stressful, as if he had to do everything right or he'd disappoint his viewers. He had to watch everything he said because cancel culture existed, and to be blunt—Grian was sick of it. Now that didn't mean he was going to stop being a content creator, he really did enjoy it. I need a break... He thought, the New Years was coming up soon, he figured he'd take a break then.

An abrupt, loud noise snapped Grian out of his thoughts and back into reality. At first he couldn't tell what was happening, the world was just swirling all around him and wind blew into his face.

That's when Grian realized he was falling.

He gasped, panicked, and extended his elytra to glide and break his fall, but his descend didn't slow.

His elytra broke.

The hermit squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for impact, tightly hugging himself to calm his pounding heart.

Thud.

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Grian stirred slightly, shifting uncomfortably when pain shot through him and his body protested all movement. The red sweater wearing hermit slowly blinked his eyes open, his head banging like a gong(Maui!).

It took a few seconds for him to remember what had happened, and he slowly sat up, his body once again screaming in pain and causing him to stop halfway, letting himself lay back down. Shit... He thought bitterly, gritting his teeth at the non-stop pain.