Secret Meetings (GEX)

Chapter 2 (Grian)

      So I came back to this after about two months only to realize that I actually had written this chapter, just not edited it. So now I've edited it- Originally it was one of my old oneshots from my oneshot book titled "Wither in Boatem" but I changed it to fit Season 7 instead! I don't like this chapter as I think it's kinda cringy but whatever-

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Trigger Warning: Mild negative thoughts, mild description of gore

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      "HOW THE HELL COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?" Mumbo screamed at him, his normally calm face bright red with anger. "YOU REALIZE WHAT SCAR COULD HAVE DONE TO ME!?"

      Hot tears streamed down Grian's face as he remembered why this was all happening...

      It had been just a normal day on the Hermitcraft server, birds were singing, flowers were blooming and Grian was ready to start some chaos. You see, Scar had just been elected mayor and had decided to change the mycelium that made up the shopping district into grass, which Grian will admit, would look better. However, this was a great opportunity for a prank! And when there's an opportunity for a prank, Grian has to take it.

      And so, Grian took some of the mycelium that was still growing on the island and planted some, just a small patch, next to his barge... Scar will be so confused! This was an amazing idea!!

      And sure enough, the next day when he came back to restock The Barge, Scar had quarantined the mycelium! Now that just won't do! So with a smile on his face, Grian began spreading the fungi everywhere around the shopping district, it was almost going to get out of hand. Each day, Scar would quarantine even more patches of the purple fungi, but each day, it would spread even more...

     Until Grian had an even better idea. He would make a secret group of people to be a resistance against Scar's grassy idea, the Mycelium Resistance as you may call it... They would fight against Scar and keep spreading the mycelium until there was no grass left! But first, Grian needed a team. He set up a small redstone contraption in The Barge so that when someone bought mycelium from him, the floor would open up and they would fall into the Mycelium Resistance headquarters. And soon enough, he had members.... Etho, Ren, xB, and Impulse... A perfect team.

      At first most of them were confused, wondering why there were starting a resistance, but Grian needed simply to remind them that it was, of course, about the principle. 

      "DO YOU EVEN REALISE THE DAMAGE YOU CAUSED, PEOPLE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!!" Mumbo's continued yelling brought Grian back from his flashback.

      "I- I'm sorry-" Grian stuttered through his tears.

      "SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!"

      Grian stayed silent, even more tears fell from his red and puffy eyes, if that was even possible. His body shook with fear from all the yelling and screaming. He could feel panic starting to rise in his chest. "I'l- I'll help... I'll fix it! I'll tell hi-"

      "No. You've done enough damage already. Uhg.. You always cause so much trouble! JUST GO AWAY, NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE!" Mumbo cut him off with more angry yelling.

      And with that, Grian flew off back to his base crying so hard he thought his eyes might fall out. He hid in a corner of his mansion for several hours alone with his thoughts. Negative ones. The type that trap you in your own mind, unable to escape from the depths.

      Maybe he's right.... Maybe I should leave, I mean nobody likes me or wants me here anyways, they'll be better off without me...

       And with that, Grian grabbed his elytra and some rockets before flying out of his base and off in a random direction, he didn't know where he was going, it didn't matter as long as he was away from the hermits, they'd be better of without him anyways, Mumbo made that very clear.

     There was only one problem with this plan, he hadn't brought anything to repair his elytra with... In fact, he hadn't really brought anything really, no food to eat, no seeds to plant, not even a bed to sleep in. He figured out he had nothing a bit too late as while thinking these thoughts, the mechanical wings he had been flying with broke and he plummeted to the ground at a very fast pace.

      The ground was nearing, and very quickly too, it wouldn't be long before he was nothing more than a pile of broken bones and blood on the grass. It wasn't worst thing, he thought. The hermits didn't want him anyways. Maybe it was for the better? The ground rushed up, right in front of him before.....

Crash

       And everything went dark....

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      I HATE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH- Anyways, the next part should be out soon !Anyways, eat some water, drink some food and as always:

Ladies, gentlemen, theydies and gentletheys, have a FAEtastic day! -Faerie