Grian Oneshots

101 ~ Your Silence is Deafening [ANGST] 1/?

TW: Mentions of trauma; Mentions of SA; Mentions of being triggered; KoV; Grian gaslighting himself because Sam did it constantly towards him; Self-hate; Self-harm; Murder; Slight Derealizatiom; Panic attack; Suicide Attempt; Suicidal thoughts & Actions; Charcter Death (He gets revived);

Heavy Angst to fill my life force, as my mental health just took a crash because of migraines. Please stay safe and read everything above. I mean it.

This will be split up over the course of the rest of the book as I have already hit 2000 words for this chapter, and it tends to get long if I go any further. Please stay safe. <3

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Salted set the shulker box and the headphones down on the table near Grian, before stepping away and pressing himself against the far wall away from Grian. He held his hands palm up as he stared at Grian softly. Grian glared at him, the red and hazy tint in his eyes not hiding themselves.

Grian shifted forward just enough he could grab the items, before pressing himself back into the corner. He slid the headphones on, and closed his eyes when he heard the soft music. He snapped them open once more and looked at the shulker box. He glared at Salted as he opened it, only to press the items inside close to him.

Seven small plush versions of his friends from back then rested in the box. Taurtis, J, Dom, Thanatos, Mumbo, Pearl, and Salted himself. He knew how much those plushes meant to Grian, so he had risked hacking onto Hermitcraft, which could of resulted in a ban forever and possibly his reputation being destroyed. He just didn't have time to go through the proper channels, Grian needed the plushes and he was at Salted's place.

"G?" He hesitantly asked. Grian held tightly onto the Taurtis and Thanatos plushes, and shook his head slightly at the voice.

Salted frowned. Grian being nonverbal usually meant something about his past had triggered him, but holding those two plushes said it was about the worst part of his life. Kingdom of Valor.

"May I approach?" Salted asked. Grian froze and pulled the plushes closer to him, as he moved his legs to be pointing away from Salted.

That confirmed his suspicion...

Grian had been triggered by unwarranted physical contact or magic or something. Maybe it was rats or someone trapped him in a dungeon room for a prank?

Grian hated talking about everything about his past, so it was certain that no one would know his triggers. Perhaps Xisuma, if the admin looked through the boy's past, or Mumbo. But no one else would've.

...

"Hey Mumbo, have you seen Grian?" Xisuma asked, spooking the Redstone covered hermit.

"What? No- I thought he was with Doc- Though I did see someone fly to his base a while ago." Mumbo said, stepping away from his beating heart.

Xisuma frowned and nodded.

"Why?" Mumbo asked.

"He told Doc he was going to come talk with you after Doc played a prank. Doc's worried he took it a bit too far." Xisuma admitted, folding his arms.

"There's almost no 'too far' for pranks with Grian." Mumbo laughed quietly. "As long as he's not trapped in a dungeon with bunnies and rats around him he should be fine."

Xisuma stared in suprise.

"...Please tell me Doc didn't do that."

"...Doc didn't add the bunnies." Xisuma said quietly.

"Oh pants!" Mumbo groaned, rubbing the bridge bridge his forehead. "That's not good..."

"Why?" Xisuma asked. Mumbo bit his lip as he thought, before letting it go and telling Xisuma.