Greamno and MCYT Oneshots

Alone (Greeted By Closed Eyes)

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(TW; Mentions of/temporary/permanent/implied death, dissociation, religious themes(?), Blood, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief, giving up.)

Undistinguishable eyes glared at the blond-headed pair, the people behind the empty faces forgotten and lost in the vast scapes of memory.

Bland red and green eyes pierced into the masked one's soul, searching for something. Something that didn't exist, that couldn't be found. For a demons ideals of the world.

Cold blue and gray eyes shook the heart of the winged one, digging into it and clawing at it. Looking to hurt what was already broken, and to deal what had already been dealt.

As if conjoined as one, the pair walked through. The eyes parted like the red seas, the ink silhouettes melting around each other. The atmosphere was tense and otherworldly, skies and floors merely flickering human concepts. Despite the air being non-existent, a thick inky smell covered the players' senses, smothering the two.

Unnamed and lay bare for the godly prospects ahead of them, the two partners continued forth into the void.

Eventually the walking became tougher. The ink substances sucking at their feet started to harden and pull, changing forms as it built itself in the travellers wake. The aether called, and the world responded.

For Unnamed it shone gold, and then there were two.

For Unneeded it shone black, and then there were one.

Blurred colours flooded his face. Unnamed blinked, waiting until his eyes started filtering the light properly. He felt a heavy weight strewn across his chest, and a strange relief covering his body.

His vision focused upon a pink braid, it's hazy outline clearing up. It seemed to be done up with great craftsmanship.

Unnamed wished he could remember who had done that pink braid. He felt like he would have liked them.

The weight on his chest lifted, and he found himself staring up into a pair of hazelnut brown eyes; the eyes of Technoblade.

"@$1&-?"

The words the other spoke hurt Unnamed's head, hurt his heart. As if he was meant to know the foreign word, and yet he was incapable of even comprehending it. Focusing on it helped none, only jumbling his ideas and thoughts more.

"What?" He asked tentatively, sloppily holding his arm out towards the other. Towards Technoblade, towards someone important to him.

"Your awake! Your awake." The pink-haired hybrid muttered, muted shock and excitement fluttering over his expression. "@$1&-. Your alive."

'Why do you keep saying that, it hurts.'

"Alive? Yes." Unnamed nodded, agreement setting in. his movements were jagged, as if his body was not his own.

It felt like his own.

"Are you feeling okay.?

'I feel dead.'

Unnamed nodded his head mutely, taking a few deep breaths. Air... it felt so familiar. Yet distant, like he shouldn't have that either. Why? Why was he so confused? Why did he feel as if he was melting of he felt like the belonged?

Techno simply stood by the side of his bed, no words spoken, as Unnamed breathed.

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Time passed.

He was unsure how much. Maybe a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Months, possibly. He was unsure, unused to everything around him.

Minutes and hours blended together like the day and night, moving as a never-ending strip of life, of something so familiar yet so unnatural. Something do wrong yet so right.

Some conversations passed him in snippets. 'Dissociative Disorder', 'PTSD', 'Unfit to care for himself'. Things that felt like they had.meanign and yet floated around his head like water chestnuts. Bland and smooth, slipping in and out of importance and priority.

Techno had been there, at some point. The man was present in almost all of his memories, actually. Staying stoic by his side, occasionally talking or exchanging stories of someone- someone else.

Unnamed could remember the other.

Unnamed could remember Unneeded.

Unneeded had been wonderful. Colourful and vibrant, with laughs and hugs that filled you from the bottom and up. Unneeded had been sharp, had been something to focus on.

Unnamed could not focus without Unneeded. Could not breath in the air surrounding him without Unneeded to breath with him, without Unneeded to need him to.

He didn't want to focus, didn't want to feel so torn between himself. Didn't want to breath air or hurt when unknown and yet known words were said, didn't want to feel pulled by golden and black ink.

Unnamed needed Unneeded.

Grian needed Dream.

Wow I just-

So, I don't know if you could tell, but I kind of wrote this as a metaphor for loss and grieving.

After a targeted attack, both Grian and Dream were left alive, but almost dead. Grian pushed through and lived. Dream did not.

The entire starting section is the duo in limbo, their endurance being tested. Grian finds out Dream didn't make it and is distraught.

He's dissociating from the beginning. He doesn't want to believe he is Grian, and that Dream is dead. So... he doesn't. That hospital scene is not the first time Grian had woken up.

Greamno Discord chose this on the poll it's there fault-

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