Grian Oneshots

164 ~ A Home and Family? Yes. Thank you.

KOV x YS x Evo x Hermitcraft S8 x Empires SMP

I know basically nothing about empire's SMP, so please forgive me. Also theres a lot of explaination on spells I've made up. Feel free to use the names and lore of the world!

TW: Guilt; Running away; KOV & YHS mentioned;

Ugh, have some fluff. I really wanted kill Grian off in this chapter, but I'm getting tired of this story. :/

Word count: 4975

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Grian stared at the man in pure suprise. He was the only Boatem Member in Boatem right now, so he could just run-

Grian examined Boatem for anyone, and bit his lip as he thought. He was terrified of the unconscious man, but he deserved help. Grian pushed his panic and fear aside as he knelt down hesitantly. He picked up the man - to the best of his abilities - and walked the man to the Boatem pole. He leaned the man up against a bush, and turned on his heels to run.

...

Grian read the server chat as he flew. He was over 500 blocks in the air, and couldn't see the ground, so he was pretty safe doing so. He had been flying for a good hour and a half, and had been using fireworks sparingly, unlike his normal flight pattern.

A message from Mumbo made it certain that Grian was just running from something that would happen inevitably.

MumboJumbo: Has anyone seen Grian? I think I've seen the guy in one of Grian's photos before.

Grian began thinking of his response. He was torn between just saying 'screw off, I'm an anxiety ball of trauma and am currently fighting off a panic attack because of him' (the truth, but embarrassing for Grian-), pure gibberish and then letting himself fall to his death (not recommended, as he has supplies on him), or just ignoring and turning around (most recommended.)

Grian decided on his his answer.

Grian: Yes. Yes, you have.
Grian: And I am currently flying towards the world borders because I'd rather die then be anywhere near him with how bad my mental state is.

He knew it opened up questions, but he'd rather be direct. He had changed, the people pleaser who obeyed every order was gone. Dead.

Grian checked his coords before doing small mental math. He wasn't too far from the border now. He didn't want to fly into a border - you know, the large invisible, mostly impenetrable, wall that keeps players within a certain area - because it would probably kill him and send him back to the last place he slept.

He dove towards the ground at a high velocity. Almost 100 blocks to go, and he pulled up. He glided safely above a plains as he lowered slowly. It took a bit, but he landed in a walk at the edge of a birch and oak forest.

He pulled an axe from his inventory, and began cutting some of the trees down. He should build a small hut or something because he most likely won't be going back to civilization anytime soon.

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He held the fishing pole in his hand as he walked towards the small cliffside. While he never particularly liked fishing - his older brother was the one who did - he wanted something other then bread and pork.

He kind of wished he hadn't left out of fear, but he messaged X, Scar, and Mumbo daily so they knew he was okay. From what he'd seen from the main chat, everyone was confused by Grian's sudden absence and their guest hadn't woken up yet.

But he was constantly reminded that leaving was sometimes a good thing. He was relearning everything he knew about himself, just like his voluntary exile - from living in the spawn region like everyone else had - in Evo.