Grian Oneshots

168 ~ The Madman With a Command Block [Short]

TW: Grian gets a command block; Temptation of Destruction;

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"I thought we stripped your status as anything!?" The Watcher yelled, glaring at the blonde who had summoned a barrier between them.

"You tried." Grian snickered, before closing his fist. The walls of the barrier tightened around the Watcher until the Watcher couldn't move.

"Now, open my portal, before I delete your code from existence." The item he stole appeared in his hand, and he heard the gasp as everyone saw it.

The purple runes that lined the edges of the command block, tiles shifting every second - never seeming to pick a state to be in -, a loud humming, and the pulsating purple and red glow was enough that everyone knew what it was.

A command block.

The thing even gods fear, because no matter how hard you try, a command block will execute it's command. Even if it means tearing worlds apart to delete one thing.

The story of Evolution.

A group of friends who stumbled across one, and the Admin let anyone use it. Several grew power hungry and altered the world majorly using it - and they invoked the wrath of the Watchers by cheating.

Except...

That was a lie the Watcher's used to cover their own ass.

Grian knew that well. The name Evo had been tattooed into his back, signifying he was there. Arkus, YHS, KoV, HC6, and others also tattooed as a daily reminder of his growth and pain.

"You really think I couldn't just delete the Command block?" The Watcher tried, making Grian know that they thought he was just one of the Fallen Watchers.

"Command blocks cannot be deleted, nor created. Only stolen from the Watchers, Listeners, and other Voidkin." Grian said, knowing a few glances were thrown at Xisuma. "Or did you think I wouldn't know that?"

"...who are you." They growled out.

"You would know me more as Xeqlua then by Grian." Grian smirked as he saw the fear flood the Watcher.

Xeqlua.

"...the First to Fall, the First to Rule..." they said. "The Former Admin of Change, Your Friends are all..."

"The rhyme forgets to mention my past as the Empire of Destruction, but it still holds fear in the heart of many." Grian smiled. "Now, open the portal, before I delete you."

The Watcher opened the portal quickly, afraid to disobey him.

"Not that portal." Grian sighed. "Open all portals to the Closed Servers."

Xisuma stared at Lizzia in suprise when her tail swung and she smiled.

"Y-You know o-only the Prime can-" the Watcher stuttered, clearly afraid.

"Then give me your mask so I can do it myself." Grian said, glaring at the Watcher.

The Watcher hesitantly reached up to the mask, before tossing it to Grian. The panicked look in their purple eyes enough that everyone started focusing on the madman with the command block.

Grian placed the mask on, and felt the Watcher Magic flood the empty void in his abdomen, far too much magic to remain in his human form, taking on a more Watcher one. Large wings flapped as he stretched them. 35ft wings, a 70ft wingspan. Other smaller wings attached through magic flapped in a nonexistent wind.

Grian let the barrier on the Watcher fall, before turning his attention to the Closed Servers. A collection of servers the Watchers had closed due to their chaotic and rulebrealing status. 2B2T being the only one in this section not sealed off.

His wings flapped as his energy was poured into opening all the doors to the closed servers. All portals lighting and people being pushed out. Broken portal frames being repaired and relit in front of people's own eyes.

One in specific...

The portal to Evolution.

The Server he was the Admin of.

And then, there were none sealed off to their own world.

He tore the mask off and threw it as far as he could. The feeling to go get it and destroy everything was far too tempting.

So he focused on the Watcher in front of him who scrambled back in fear. The cmommand block remained in his arms, but the humming stopped.

It had finally found it, hadn't it?

And then he heard footsteps rushing to him from behind the Watcher. Looking up, he saw them.

Jimmy and...

And NPG.

No...

Charles Nova Primavera.

His opposite.

"Hey, Charles." He greeted, holding the command block up.

The glasses wearing red sweatered man stared before hugging Grian.

"I'm sorry." Charles said, holding Grian tightly. "I'm sorry I left you here, Grian."

Jimmy smiled from behind Grian, before getting tackle hugged by Lizzie. Grian smiled to Lizzie as she looked at him with a thankful look.

"Thank you." Jimmy mouthed, slightly disappointed that Lizzie was still taller then him.

"Does that mean...?" Grian asked.

Charles let go and smiled to Grian.

"It's over, Grian. The Evolutionists are safe."

Charles took back the command block, before looking at Grian confused.

"This literally just says to give me bread." Charles laughed.

Grian snickered and nodded. "I figured you'd either take my head off or advise me to learn more code."

"You are an abomination to the Watchers." Charles shook his head.

"Hey, I didn't just spend half a decade for you to just insult me." Grian huffed.

"Whatever." Charles snapped and the command block disappeared. "Mind introducing me to your friends?"

Grian glanced at the Hermits before back to Charles. Charles raised an eyebrow but grabbed Grian's wrist as he made his way to the tall imposing axolotl armored admin.

"Hi, I'm Charles. And this is Grian. My Evil Counterpart. Though I'm pretty certain you two know eachother, Grain-" "just kill me now-" "- worked to bring back his players, as he was the Admin of Evolution."

Grian avoided eye contact as he suddenly found that one half slab in face planting distance sharp enough to probably give him brain damage.