Grian Oneshots

170 ~ Painful

TW: Torture; Captivity; Death;

That moment when your somewhere between a Social Overload, Anxiety Spike, OCD acting out, and PMS-ing. :D

I'm fine now, don't worry. Recharging before my uncles get here so I don't react badly again.

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The pain wasn't as bad after living with it his entire life, but god did it still hurt. Grian stared at the ground as his body burned. His wrists were held tightly by the shackles on his wrists, chained to the ceiling. His wings were bound by chains to his torso, after his attempt to intervene on someone being hurt.

He heard footsteps, but kept his eyes trained on the tile floor. He would give his life to lay on the tile, instead of being held up off the ground limply.

"Ain't he a beauty?" He heard.

"...Yeah." The voice was monotone, but a slight disgust laced the voice.

"Too bad he's too pricey-" The guard voice said.

A door slammed open, and he barely stopped himself from flinching. The sound of slicing, gurgling, and something falling filled his ears.

"Hey Boss, is this them?" A new voice spoke.

"Yes." The second voice said, the monotone mostly lifting, and the concern filling the void in the space. The cage door was pushed open, and footsteps walked to them. "I'm going to cut the chains, you catch him."

Gravity held him tightly after the slice, and he fell to his knees and his body laid limply on the tiles.

"Iskall!" The first voice said.

"You didn't give me a warning!" The new voice said, apparently Iskall?

He didn't mind, the burning cold sensation spread up his knees chilling him. He felt arms wrap around his waist, and flinched.

"Shit-" The first voice said. "I didn't think about trauma..."

Grian's eyes widened as he heard the concern in the voice. No one had treated him humanely in a long, long, time.

He looked up through the mess of his hair, to the guard on the ground outside the cage. These people saved him, so anything they did he owed them, right?

He looked down as he let out a silent sigh. He forced himself to sit up, though he would've rather laid down completely on the cold tile.

"Your awake!?" He heard the first voice say.

Grian shakily nodded. He was ashamed to admit he was exhausted. He'd been hanging from the ceiling for who knows how long, and just used muscles that hadn't been used since the last time he was down.

"...Can I touch you to help you up?" Iskall said, kneeling down in the blonde's sight.

They had brown hair, and a beard. Their left eye was cybernetic, and they had a green tshirt underneath a brown leather vest.

Grian nodded again, preparing himself. Strong arms wrapped around his torso once more, and he was picked up.

"May I carry you out? We really should get going." They said, and Grian nodded.

He couldn't stand even if he wanted to, so he was more then willing for this person to carry him.

"One thing, before we go." The first mysterious voice said. Grian caught sight of the sword, and flinched slightly. The sword disappeared into their inventory, and the armored person held up his hands in surrender. "No- No! I was going to cut the chains on your wings!"

Grian tilted his head but spread his wings out as far as they could go, which, sadly, was a few inches. He felt Iskall hook their arms underneath the blonde's legs and pulled him up, but Grian didn't care. They seemed nice. Besides, he owed them.

He saw the armored one shuffle over with his sword out, cutting the chains. Grian tensed as the sword was brought near his wings, but he managed to stay still. The bottom half of the chains fell to the ground, and the armored one helped get the other half off, before moving to the next wing. Once his wings were free, he spread them out slightly, before folding them flush against his back.

Iskall walked Grian out, while the armored one was in the front. Grian pressed his face into Iskall's chest, to stop the nausea of sudden movement. His eyes slipped close from exhaustion, and let his wings shuffle.

...

When he woke up, the first thing he noticed what comfort. His wings were stretched over the sides of the bed he laid on, blankets laid ontop of him, while his head rested on a pillow for once.

Had he been sold? Surely no one would treat him like this, and it was just until they beat him for disobeying the rules.

Then he heard the soft conversation, and he remembered what happened.

"He's underweight heavily, and he's covered in scars." A more feminine voice said, shaking slightly. It reminded him of an old friend.

"Grian, your going to become unhealthy if you don't eat! And if you become unhealthy, then Pearl, Zee, Martyn, and I are going to take over your admin duties!" She scolded.

Grian shook as he thought about her. He needed to get back to them, he needed to make sure they weren't hurt... And that they didn't blame him...

"Hey, are you awake?" He heard from the feminine voice.

Grian quickly came up with a plan, and started it. He glanced around the room, and saw a window. He quickly got out of bed, barely keeping himself stable, and threw his body through the window. His wings spread and he glided down. Landed on the beach, he opened an admin panel.

There were so many reasons he had been taken.

Pulling up Evo, he began panicking.

Evo was shut down.

...but why?

He opened the server files to figure out what happened, but a small explosion near him caused himself to freeze.

A creeper?

He heard some rockets and three people landed near him. He turned to see them. The same armored one from yesterday - was it yesterday? How long had passed? - and a creeper cyborg hybrid stood still, while a more human looking one stared at Grian. The jet black hair and mustache tugged at a memory, but he only tried to bury it further.

"...Grian?" The mustached one asked.

Memories of pranks and redstone flooded his brain, causing him to stumble backwards.

The other two looked at the mustached one, signifying they hadn't known the two knew eachother.

"...Mumby...?" Grian questioned, his hand holding his head slightly.

It was painful to have your brain go from barely working to being flooded with thoughts, memories, and people.

"What happened?" Grian questioned, looking at Mumbo closely.

"I'll tell you later..." Mumbo muttered.