Greamno and MCYT Oneshots

"NPC, please."

REQUESTED BY _Mulu_! OF COURSE IT IS HE'S GREAT AT REQUESTS-

IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT YOUR REQUESTS MULU-

Techno and Dream hadn't meant to cause trouble.

Really! They hadn't!

For once, for once, they'd just wanted to visit their gremlin and maybe help him out around the Hermitcraft server.

That, of course, did not happen.

(Seriously you guys are in my oneshot book what'd you expect-)

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The pair entered the server swiftly, already late thanks to Techno and his unusual potato obsession.

They passed through the jungle, waving at the still imprisoned villagers as they passed the hobbit hole. Techno almost went to gather Grian's unpicked potatoes on instinct, but was held back by Dream.

The duo swerved through Scars wizard village and managed to find themselves in the roots of Iskall's tree before finally reaching the edge of the biome and finding the mansion that sat upon the fake rock.

"After you." Dream smiled. "Ladies first."

"I will punch you."

"Oh I have no doubt about that." Dream laughed, pushing Techno inside.

(He did, infact, punch him.)

"Come on." Techno grumbled, pulling the other man inside with him as they made their descent into the wooden basement. "He's right over there."

There was, indeed, a Grian in the corner Techno motioned to. However, unbeknownst to the pair, it was not the Grian they where looking for. But then again, how could it not be?

"Grian! Hey, Grian!" Dream called, grabbing Techno as he ran.

"Dream! Techno!" Grian parroted, quickly going back to looking for things in the chest.

"What are you up to?" Techno asked. Grian was acting odd. Well, he was actually acting rather normal. Something just wasn't right, Techno knew that much.

"Rustic house! Always rustic house." Grian smiled, eyes not even glancing up at Dream and Techno.

Alright, alarm bells.

"What." Dream laughed, assuming it was another nonsense prank.

Techno thought otherwise.

This was not like Grian. No matter how eccentric the man was, he wasn't downright unexplainable.

Maybe Techno was just jumping to conclusions.

Or maybe not. A voice told him.

Shut up. Another one said.

It was hard to keep them in check sometimes.

"Rustic house!" Grian repeated again, taking the planks and simply starting to build a rustic house.

Dream blinked at him in confusion. Rustic houses? Had Dream missed something? A stream, maybe?

Techno was sure something was off. Something about how robotic Grian seemed.

Once again, maybe he was just being paranoid.

"Yes, rustic house. Live in rustic house. Make rustic house." Grian explained happily, continuing to build the house in question.

Notgriannotgriannotgrianwhereisgrian!? Techno's voices screamed. Dream seemed to finally get something was up, as he sent a quick glance at Techno.

"Almost done! Rustic house almost done! Not in closet, more rustic house!" Grian chirped happily.

"Not Grian" Techno mouthed at Dream, who simply nodded in response.

"So." The masked man prompted. "Who are you?"

"Grian!" Grian answered.

Just as he said that, the real Grian walked straight through the door.

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"NPC! NPC, come on, where are you? Were are-" Grian faltered in his tracks as he was faces with NPC Grian, a rustic house in his base, and his two boyfriends facing him. "...oh."

"Grian!" NPC chirped again. "Made house! Met people!"

"I see. Uh, NPC, why don't you go build rustic houses, say, back in the closet?" Grian prompted.

"No room. No materials. Bad." NPC snarled, shaking his head.

"Well, uh, not anymore!" Grian lied, pushing NPC in the direction of the closet. "Now there's, uh, lots of space!"

"And wood?"

"And wood!"

"Closet!" NPC Grian called happily, rushing over to the closet and trapping himself in it (somehow).

"..."

"So."

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"What is this 'NPC'?" Techno growled.

"Woah, no need to hate my clone so much!" Grian joked half-heartedly.

"Your- your clone?" Dream repeated.

"Yeah, it's a long story. He's call NPC Grian and he is absolutely obsessed with rustic houses. It's why I've got to keep him in the closet." Grian explained, rubbing the back off his head.

"We do not like 'NPC'." Techno growled again.

"Ooooh-kay then! Let's get lunch?" Grian prompted hopefully.

"Lunch!" Dream screeched. "Yes! Food! Lunch!"

"Pfft, okay then, let's get lunch." Grian smiled as they walked off.

"Where are the rustic houses?"

It's 2:31am pog-

Over 700 words pog-

I won't tell you the exact amount I can't be bothered-

Anyway, hope you all have a great night!