MCYT One shots and AUs

The Snow flurried like fighting chickens - WIP Fic

Probably abandoned ngl. It was fun while it lasted, but Motivation is no longer going brr. This was a rewrite of a story given to me by a story maker generator. (The original story will be posted after my rewrite)

Grian looked down at the shimmering sword that he held, an irritated expression clouding his face. It wasn't exactly unlike him to feel irritated or upset, despite the happy, cheerful, prankster mask he put on in front of the other hermits. But one hermit in particular always threatened to shatter that front. To exchange it for the true face behind the mask, and reveal the expressions of anger, hate, pain, fear, and intense irritation.

He walked over to the window, the height of the barge providing him with a decent view of the shopping district. Despite his irritation, Grian couldn't deny the fact that there was a unique beauty to it. Glass windows lightly frosted over, Snow clumped on roofs and covering the ground, lanterns gently glowing from the top of their posts.

However, the place encouraged his irritation, serving as yet another place where he'd often run into the hermit. This often ruined the unique and colourful atmosphere, thoughts of seeing that hermit feeling like a fast flowing stream of punches to the gut.

The short man was flung out of his thoughts, his attention drawn by a certain something in the distance, or rather, someone. A green cyborg trudged through the snow in the distance, slowly making his way towards Grian and his barge shop. His intimidating metal arm flashing silver and gold as light hits it and bounces off.

Quickly Grian turned and glanced at his own reflection in the small, round mirror beside him. His dusty blonde hair was a complete mess, and his pale, frosty blue eyes shone vaguely menacingly. He didn't lie to himself, he knew that the other hermits saw him as the cheerful, prankster, he pretended to be, but he also knew that they could see something behind that front, even if they couldn't quite tell what.

They pretended to be happy when Grian had brought an adventurous chicken back from the brink of death, but really, it disturbed them, however no matter how many unusual or slightly different things the short man did, they could never put their fingers on what was going on.

To be perfectly honest, Grian didn't know either for the most part. He knew that some of it was his irritation and fear leaking out from behind the mask, but the rest? The bringing the chicken back from the dead? He wasn't exactly sure. But it wouldn't surprise him in the slightest if it all added up to the watchers still manipulating him.

However not even the short man who had brought a chicken back from near death was prepared for what he was about to do.

Looking back out the window the snow had started to flurry like a flock of chickens pointlessly fighting over one or two seeds.

Snow continues to fall from the sky, light patches on the ground, becoming heavy blankets of snow and ice. The cyborg's white lab coat flaps in the wind, now only roughly 50 blocks away his expression is clear to read. He is squinting and frowning, but appears not to be looking for a fight, or expecting one either for that matter.

Unlucky for him.

Now ready to face the other man, Grian descends the stairs down the inside of the barge to the main shop area, and exits the ship. He tightens his grip on the sword, caused by both the new force of the wind threatening to wrench it out of his hand, and the sight of his foe only a few blocks away. Normally he considers himself as only a bit shorter than most of the other hermits, however this man is an exception. The scientist towers over Grian, the high difference immense.

The cyborg is even substantially taller than Mumbo, a redstoner, who also happens to be the second tallest hermit on the server, and Grain's closest friend.

While Grian had been up for hours, the other hermit looked like he had only been awake for a few minutes after a restless night of sleep, his eyes holding the sleepy shine that is awarded to the tired.

Original:

Grian looked at the shiny Sword in his hands and felt irritable.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Snow covered surroundings. He had always loved beautiful The Shopping District with its sleepy, stinky Shops. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel irritable.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Doc . Doc was a colourful cyborg with intimidating Arms and brunette legs.

Grian gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Short, blonde, tea drinker with Tall Arms and Cyborg legs. His friends saw him as a warty, weary watcher. Once, he had even brought an adventurous chicken back from the brink of death.

But not even a Short person who had once brought an adventurous chicken back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Doc had in store today.

The Snow flurried like Fighting Chickens, making Grian anger.

As Grian stepped outside and Doc came closer, he could see the sleepy glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a fight," Doc bellowed, in a pale tone. He slammed his fist against Grian's chest, with the force of 5987 Dogs. "I frigging hate you, Grian ."

Grian looked back, even more anger and still fingering the shiny Sword. "Doc, doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two bumpy, burnt Birds Shouting at a very magical snow storm, which had Orchestra music playing in the background and two robotic uncles Crying to the beat.

Suddenly, Doc lunged forward and tried to punch Grian in the face. Quickly, Grian grabbed the shiny Sword and brought it down on Doc's skull.

Doc's intimidating Arms trembled and his brunette legs wobbled. He looked afraid, his body raw like an angry, adorable Armour.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Doc was dead.

Grian went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.

Words: 638 (My rewrite)

Written: 14th of September, 2020