Greamno and MCYT Oneshots

Grian Chill- (2/2)

Hiiii

So I know I finished this story, but I really wanna write, sooooo yeah.

I have no update schedule I will maybe update once a week I will try my hardest I am sorry-

This will (hopefully?) Be like before where I update whenever I can and just have fun! I don't feel like I'm forcing myself to write so as long as it continues to feel like that, I'll continue to write.

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After his quick... escapade to the nether, Grian found a quiet joy in sneaking the people he'd gathered (all four of them, finally snatching up True and explaining the spray paint) back into the overworld.

"I don't think this is the easiest way to do this..." BadTimes grumbled.

"Truuuuust me, it is." Grian smiled innocently, experimentally lighting the Redstone torch. "Maybe. If repeaters work how I think they do. They're the ones that drop things, right?"

"Oh my god, we're going to die. Xanthous you killed us." Truth groaned, slamming her head into the lip of the minecart.

"Truth shut up!" Xanthous hissed, rubbing his forehead. "Listen, Grian or however you pronounce your name. Hurry up."

"Breaking bedrock is a very hefty process, mister LAN man!" Grian smirked, 'carefully' assembling the TNT.

"Mister what?" Xanthous blinked, still somewhat processing the situation he'd gotten them into.

"Mister LAN man! Now, I'd cover your ears."

A prominent hiss and then a large bang was quick to follow the strawberry-blond's words, pistons firing and glitching as the bedrock convulsed under the pressure, splitting into shards and falling down into the machine.

Smiling somewhat manically, Grian proceeded to flick a lever, which started a quick repeater loop. The loop powered a piston, which glitched out a nether portal above the usual bedrock layer of the Nether.

"Please do not tell me we are going through that." BadTimes asked in horror, referring to the piston contraption. Grian simply smirked.

"I'd like to say no, but then I'd be lying!" The sweatered hermit laughed. "NOw! Shenanigans time. I- who even says shenanigans? Thats a weird word. Huh. Shenanigans. Haha!"

"Gods Xanthous, why?" True whispered sullenly as the minecart wheels whirred to life.

The elder simply shook his head, knuckles whitening as his grip on the minecarts' lip tightened. Redstone torches lit up, the minecart speeding across the train tracks, the entire crew screaming their heads off.

The contraption was almost completely safe, of course, but they didn't have to know that.

Finally being shoved into the overworld, the redstone contraption bugging out before shutting itself off, the four 'evils' panting as BadTimes rolled out of the minecart and onto the dirt

"Sweet, sweet grass..." He panted, looking up at Grian who had followed them through a normal portal. "Hold on a minute. Grass! Guys, grass! He did it! We're in the overworld!"

The other three quickly glanced up, eyes scanning the world around them.

"Haha! Alright, you grain character-"

"Call me that again and the next contraption I shove you in will be deadly." Grian warned, eyes trained on the leader of the four.

"Okay, okay..." Xanthous nodded. "Now. You said we could terrorize our siblings."

"I did!" Grian lit up, digging around in his inventory for a certain dyed shulker box.

The white shulker box was quickly opened and emptied, it's contents revealed to be the neon green spray-paint they'd been shown originally.

"This is what I'm talking about." Hels grinned, shaking a can violently. Truth nodded in a vicious agreement, sharp canines twisting into a rather violent grin.

For a bunch of young adults about to spray paint some cobblestone, they looked rather evil.

"Alright!" Grian smirked. "First stop Xisuma's place?"

The group simply exchanged nods.

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Three hours.

That's how long it took Hermit craft as a collective group of intelligent (????) players to realize that there were, in fact, green 'genitalia' -as False said- spray painted all over their bases.

At that point, Grian and his four companions had already taken to the shopping district, the shops of their targeted hermits (along with a no fewer than twelve innocent hermits shops) becoming the next victims of their vulgar, neon green imagery.

Of course, though there was certainly no lack of the banished hermits own creative design, it was not the only image adorning the hermitcrafter's walls. Images of chickens, eggs, and chaos alike we're also strewn across the surfaces.

It didn't take long for Xisuma to locate the ruffians, using teleport hubs to gain the entire server to his side, with the exception of the trouble makers. They appeared close to the shopping areas center, confused and shocked eyes surveying the damage.

"I have, unfortunately, been to late to stop the perpetrators before they reached the shops." Xisuma admitted stiffly.

"I kind of think it's hilarious." Mumbo stated, usually nodded humorously besides him.

"Well, bad news, it's the evil twins at it again." False exclaimed, her vision darting accusingly at the empty shopping district.

"False is correct!" Welsknight declared. "I know the work of my brother when I see it. And trust me, this is the work of my brother."

"Well, that's not to bad!" B-Dubs smiled (not as if he could do anything else).

"Yeah, we've defeated them before." Scar nodded.

The hermits seemed please, amble chatter returning to the server.

"There's also Grian with them." Xisuma said hesitantly, watching the once hope filled faces drop.

Iskall burst out laughing with Mumbo, faces twisting into hearty grins.

"Doomed." Scar groaned.

"Dream and Techno are both preparing for their next lore stream." False commented.

Xisuma shook his head hopelessly, the doom of Hermitcraft clean of faint neon images upon him.

In the distance, a group of five laughed, their imprint made upon the server that had once been a peaceful refuge.

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Absolute crack.

Hope you enjoyed! And before you ask, yes, it's almost one in the morning.

Hope you all liked this chapter! If you wanna request you can, but no promises you'll be answered.

Word Count!: 1001