{A/N: Sorry I forgot this part! Also it's very short on purpose (like me)}
Xisuma walked in to a peculiar sight. If it were less terrifying, he would've looked back on it and chuckled at his reaction.
Grian was slumped against the kitchen counter, blood staining the beautiful white tile beneath him and a bloody knife dug into the cracked drywall.
"What happened?!" exclaimed Void, dashing over and staring closer at the messy scene. Giant slashes formed a strange pattern on his friend's arm, and judging by the slitted fabric and crimson splashes, the same had been done to his leg.
"Did someone come in and attack you?"
"No," croaked a half-conscious Grian, eyes barely open, yet a faint smile on the edges of his lips despite the tears that ran around them. "It was me."
"Why? What? Grian? Are you okay? Why is there so much blood? Does it hurt? Of course it hurts. How much does it hurt? Did you do it because your back hurt? Do you need someone else's help? Yes, you do, I'll go find someone good at medicine later," rambled the admin, fussing over the practically-dead player. The last thing he remembered was vibrant purple eyes set into a pale, freckled face staring into his.
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