Grian Oneshots

104 ~ Family

TW: Disorientation; Mentioned Suicide; Self hate;

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It was simple. Grian was talking to everyone who participated in the Turf War, and about to announce who won. But it wasn't. Grian's words trailed off as he looked around somewhat confused. His eyes glossed over as he stared at everyone.

"Grian?" Ren asked. "You okay?"

"I-I-" Grian stumbled over his words.

Then his nose started bleeding. Grian's wings flapped around confused as Grian looked around once more. It was enough to cause worry as Scar, Ren, and Mumbo made their ways to Grian's sides. Grian shook slightly as he looked around him once more.

"...Will... What's...?" Grian mumbled, before his eyes slid shut. His knees buckled and he fell forward.

Ren caught him and laid him on the platform, as everyone became concerned. Stress and Xisuma rushed to Grian while Mumbo stared on in shock.

"He's hot to the touch-" Stress murmured.

"A sudden sickness? He was fine not ten minutes ago!" Ren said. "Sure he was spacing out a bit, but he wasn't sick!"

"Calm down you two. I don't think it's something normal." Xisuma said. "He was disoriented and extremely confused."

"Mumbo, are you alright?" Scar asked.

"Someone get Joe." Mumbo advised.

"What?"

"Someone get Joe!"

...

When Joe arrived, he pulled Xisuma and Mumbo to the side.

"Why did Mumbo say to get you?" Xisuma asked.

"Because my Muses told me about this. He's fine, just treat it like a fever." Joe said, smiling to Xisuma. "But don't try to wake him. Wait for him to wake up by his own choice."

"I don't understand." Xisuma tried.

"Grian's soul was momentarily pulled from his body. Waking him up could cause brain damage and trap his soul outside his body." Joe advised.

"How?"

"His brother, Wilbur. He called for him by name..." Mumbo said. "Its likely something to do with him."

...

Grian awoke sitting on the ledge of a cliff. Which, by all accounts, would've made him question if he'd slept walk to the cliff and was about to throw himself off.

But no.

It wasn't.

Because he remembered the confusion and the disorientation he felt back at the Turf War platform. Like he could see layers upon layers of different servers or events. It confused him now that he was stable-ish. His wings shuttered as they wrapped around him.

Looking off the cliff, he saw the beautiful flora and fauna lining the sides of the crater. In the middle a flag rose proud and tall from the bedrock beneath.

A flag he had seen in one of the images. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember. He had seen someone he recognized with that flag, he knew it. But who?

"It was likely Wilbur." A voice said, spooking him. This was more feminine. "Who knows what that crazy bastard is doing nowadays."

Crazy? Wilbur?

Like his Wilbur?

His wings shook at the implications. He didn't like the way they spoke about him one bit.