Hermitcraft oneshots

Memory loss

Ouhhh boy! Haven't written a chapter in a long time so have this long one! Concept is easy, Grian loses his memory, wanna find out how? Then read the fanfic you spoon!

The ship in this is waffle duo, it can be read both plantonic and romantic but I originally wrote it in a plantonic setting! Plus it's in s9 if your wondering

This fanfic might have spelling mistakes and can be seen a bit rushed (I wrote this in two days) so be aware of that!

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  As everyone knows, Grian loves flying. Maybe a bit too much for everyone's liking, he would come zooming in on their conversations and yell stupid things like "Pesky bird go brrr!" and "Wanna go praaaank someone??". But the hermits didn't really care the most of the time, he was just being a silly guy doing goofy things which actually would brighten most of their days in general.

  At this current moment Grian was flying around losing his mind of boredom, maybe he should get in contact with Mumbo or Scar, maybe they could do some pranking! He's good at flying so it wouldn't hurt to contact Mumbo in the air would it? Without rethinking it he tapped on his communicator and decided to go a little lower to the ground, just for safety reasons. He scrolled down to the "M" letter of his contacts completely unaware what he was flying towards, 'Okkk, what should I write to him?' The pesky bird thought to himself.

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵

<Grian> mUMBO

<Mumbo> yes?

Grian was grinning completely distracted by tapping the screen imagining who they could prank and what they could do to get a laughter out of all of them. This was going to be exciting! The more he thought of Mumbo and what to tell him the closer he was to his possible death, the unaware male hit something he didn't have the time to register, his sight slowly faded to black as he fell to an solid ground. His whole body was aching with pain, there was a taste of blood in his mouth and sweat started to form on his forehead. The sight of the poor hermit was completely gone now, he could hear himself hyperventilating and smell the blood from his mouth, or was it coming from his nose? Maybe both. He could feel his conciseness drift away as he got a loud ringing noise in his brain and ears covering up the loud hyperventilating he could hear just a few second ago.

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<Mumbo> yes grian?

<Mumbo> do u need help with something??

<Mumbo> redstone maybe? I know how bad u are with redstone LMAO

<Mumbo> ok ur starting to worry me, Gri are you alright??

<Mumbo> I'm coming over to u

I closed my communicator and set off a few rockets flying out of my bank, I immediately saw a figure laying against the entrance of Grians base. Worry filled my body and I spammed a few more rockets knowing their just going to waste but who am I to judge? The only priority was to know if Grian is alright, maybe he passed out by overworking? That seems logical..

I was just a few blocks away from Grian and I could see that he was uncomfortably pale and sweaty. I landed as quick as I could and crouched beside him, he was heavily bruised with blood spilling from his nose and ripped clothing.

I took his shoulders and shaked him aggressively but carefully as well in hope of bringing him back from the obvious conciseness, "What happened to you Gri? Please wake up!" I told myself desperately. I tapped on my communicator on my wrist and got into the main chat

<Mumbo> can someone head over to Grian's base?? He's unconscious with a lot of bruises and blood

<Mumbo> please hurry, I don't know what happened but he needs help immediately