Grian Oneshots

166 ~ I Cannot Answer You [Angst]

TW: Torture; Child abandonment; Child abuse; Molestation/Sexual Assault; Human Trafficking; Hermaphrodite!Grian; Panic attack; Platonic kissing (forehead kisses :] );

Platonic between all Hermits.

Hermaphrodites are animals/Humans with both sex organs.

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Purple wasps of energy surged through the room. Purple flickered everywhere.

At the center was a boy.

Two large red wings had a slight tiny of purple as the magic went off around him. He seemingly didn't notice, and only played with the stuffed parrot in his hands.

The man stepped into the room, and looked down at where the sparks touched him. His eyes widened when there was a large amount of pain instead of the soft feeling most magic gave him. He smiled and walked towards the kid.

Kneeling down near the kid, he noticed the boy had one red eye and one midnight blue.

"And he's both?"

"Yes."

He was perfect.

A perfect Villian fosterer.

...

The blonde glared down at the floorboards of the police van. His hands cuffed with his entire hands covered, his tail and wings secured tightly against his back. He understood it was probably just safety protocols, but he hoped they let his wings and tail free.

"X-Plode, correct?" The pro hero across from him asked.

Grian raised an eyebrow as he looked up to the Pro Hero's gaze.

Silver Wolf.

The werewolf hero wore a red baggy shirt, jean overalls, black tennis shoes, and black shades. From what Grian knew, Silver Wolf could transform from a Grim Walker, Were Wolf, Human, and pure Wolf form. Of them all, Grim Walker was one of his least used.

"What's the reason your a villian?" Silver Wolf asked, leaned back in his seat.

Grian stayed quiet. His mask and voice changer were gone, so he didn't answer. (Plus, he couldn't speak English...)

The guard to his right shifted, and he prepared himself to get elbowed in the ribs. He knew how they worked. It didn't come however.

"Why are you called 'X'-plode?" Silver Wolf asked. "Does your name start with X?"

Grian glared blankly at him.

Silver Wolf frowned and shook his head. "If you tell me now I can get you help being placed back into society-"

Grian laughed and leaned against the back of the wall.

"What's so funny?" Silver Wolf asked.

Grian rolled his eyes before looking down to his cuffs. Silver Wolf sighed, but stopped answering.

...

Weeks.

Weeks without any response from X-Plode in any interrogation.

Xisuma rubbed his forehead while trying to figure out how to get X-Plode to speak. Iskall and Ren stared at Impulse, Zed, and Tango who were playing with Villian items. Finally Tango, in the midst of cussing Impulse out in Netherian, placed the mask on.

"Levia no so tria-" Tango said before the mask was placed on. His voice was changed to deeper and glitched slightly. "- like bitch, stop fucking being so stupid and getting yourself hurt!"

Everyone stared at Tango in suprise, so he took the mask off. "What?"

"Were you speaking english or Netherian?" Zed asked, staring at the mask with Awe.