Grian Oneshots

163 ~ Glitches of Reincarnation

TW: Blood and gore; Torture; Abuse; Description of wound; Triggers; PTSD; Major Character Death (though temporary);

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Xisuma, Doc, and Beef reached for their weapons while the portal hummed softly. Although it wasn't purple - instead it glowed of a soft meadow green with cloud-like particles. It reminded them of a sunny day and a picnic, instead of the terror, disturbing, and distraught the normal portal of the Watchers brought - it still kept them on edge due to the events over the last few weeks.

Instead of people in white and purple robes flooding through the portal, a hybrid with a figure - an Avian hybrid - in their arms bridal style walked through.

The cow hybrid wore a suit not too different to Mumbo's, and a silver chain and earing hung from their left ear. It was a parrot feather, and the sight made many of them tear up. Patches of darker skin splattered on the cow Hybrid skin, their eyes a mismatched pair of green and brown. Their black hair was somewhat long, but not too long as it reached his chin.

The figure in their arm wore a green hoodie and black sweats. Large parrot hybrid wings hung limply and grazed across the ground gently. The blonde hair was a mess ontop of their head - only serving to cause more pain to the newly mourning hermits - and amythest and emerald earing hung from their right ear. The amythest was the edge of the earing, a silver chain making it a few inches longer, resin filled the amythest and the emerald crystals hung in the center of the amythest.

"Uh, good afternoon." The cow Hybrid said. "I believe this belongs to you?"

Xisuma glared at the Hybrid as he approached them. He was confused, but wanted to also know what the Hybrid was meaning.

Looking down on the Avian hybrid, his breath caught. For a moment he related the surprising gasp to when he got forced to breath Overworldian air the first time.

Despite the large scar that ran across the upper right of his face and down to the lower portion of his left cheek, he recognized the blonde easily. The calm look on their face was eerie, but made him happy nonetheless.

"Grian..." Xisuma breathed out, suprising the Hermits behind him.

"Yeah, he uh... He spawned back in my server. He's gonna need a lot of help from you guys, I hope you know that." They said.

"Who are you?" Xisuma asked, holding out his arms to get Grian from them.

"I'm one of Gri's oldest friends, before he knew Mumbo. Grian probably spawned in my server due to glitches." They handed Grian over with a little worry - due to Xisuma not seeming strong enough to hold Grian. "I'm Salted Watson. Grian's first father figure, and he adopted my last name as his."

Xisuma looked up to Salted with suprise... Grian... Salted... they... was he in Crafted or...?

"Yes, Grian is one of the founders of Wynncraft, and a member of Crafted Movie." Salted answered Xisuma's unasked question.

Grian shivered in Xisuma's hold, making him turn his focus onto his player. Salted smiled and waved, before leaving through the portal. Xisuma held the blonde tightly as he turned to face the other Hermits.

"Get Boatem."

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Grian stared at Pearl as her wings were torn from her body. Tears flooded down his cheeks as screams echoed through the marble hall. The lifeless limbs thrown near her body and the bones stuck out of her back as she continued to scream in pain.

Flames covered the Watchers hand as they knelt down near her, before the bone was shattered and her screams grew louder before stopping.

His nails scrapped into the marble flooring as he tried to pull himself closer to his sister. Laughter erupted from the Watcher above him, before a foot stomped onto Grian's back, pain erupting in his back and the base of his wings.