Ghosts- an mcyt fanfic(REWRITE! OLD CHAPTERS GONE!)

Chapter 14

Aww that was cute! Now, time for some Angst and Anarchists >:)

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Grian gripped the book as he went throughout the city, trying to find Quackity. Where was he? What was Wilbur talking about? A nagging sense of familiarity hung over him with wilbur. Did he know him before?
He had asked Xel, and Xel wouldn't say anything, just seeming a bit shaken. Prick.
By now it was getting dark, but he kept on his search. Now, a bit far from Las Nevadas, he found...a shed? Weird. That wasn't supposed to be there. It looked almost abandoned, the wood damp and rotting.
Somehow, it was still standing, and opening the door, it gave an ear-piercing squeak.
"Quackity?" Grian called out. Inside, there were stairs leading down seemingly forever. Might as well take a shot.

He was right, the stairs did seem to go in forever. Darker, yet darker, the light of the setting sun faded away from him and the torches got more and more occasional. At that point, he had to hold himself against the wall time make sure he wasn't about to fall.
Finally, the end of the stairs came. Looking back, he could barely see the opening he came from.

The spruce room was vast. Tables were strewn all around with books and spells and all kinds of artifacts all around. A slimy residue was left on one of the walls, which reminded him of charile. The sound of a book closing perked Grian up, suddenly aware of how this place seemed recently used.
"You." Quackity! He was here! Was this his place?
"Oh Quackity, I wanted to ask-"
"What. Are you. Doing here." Rage was filled in his eyes.
What was going on? Why was he so angry?
"Huh? W-What have I done?" Grian stepped back, trembling. Quackity had a knife. Oh crud.
"If I'm right about this, you know exactly what you did." Quackity stepped closer, almost cornering. His wings were out, and many of their feathers were plucked off. Blood dripped from them, leaving a trail.
Silence filled the room. Quackity was waiting for a response.
"You really don't know?" He gripped his knife. "Ok then, let's see." He swung at Grian, ripping a large gash into the other's arm.
"GAH!"

It was all a blur. One moment, Grian was there, the next it felt like he wasn't. In a panic, he shut down, letting Xel take over. Could he even take over? Xel, also panicking, flapped his wings defensively. Magic purple fire flew around and started burning the area around him. Realizing the destruction he caused, Grian quickly took back over, heat rushing through him.
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW I WASN'T CRAZY! I WAS RIGHT! YOU DO REMEMBER!" Quackity laughed a maniacal laugh. "YOU ARE MAGIC!" Another swing, a new stab wound in his wing.
"THOSE WINGS, THOSE FLAMES, THAT MAGIC, YOUR FACE, I WAS RIGHT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CURSED ME!"
"C-cursed you?" Grian froze in place. He couldn't move, he was too scared.
"DROP THE STUPID AMNESIA ACT, YOU CURSED ME! REMEMBER? YOU GVE ME THESE FUCKING WINGS AND CURSED ME TO LOSE EVERYONE I LOVE! or do you not remember that, either, Grian? If that's even your real name." Quackity was crying now. Oh gosh, ok.
The fire grew around them. Grian was terrified. He looked around, trying to find a way out. There! Back up the stairs! They were large enough that he could fly through them. He took off to the door, with some trouble from the stabbed wing.
He managed to get out, stumbling out to the forest around the desert. His red sweater was tinged with a darker red, now drying and browning. His wing burned, the knife had almost hit bone.
"What-" he stopped to take a breath. "Was that?" He didn't know who he was talking to. Xel maybe? Himself?
"Xel, what was he talking about? Magic?" His hands shook. What had he just done?
'Look, I can explain everything. Just not now.'
"You bastard, what are you hiding?" Grian was fed up with his counterpart. "I need answers. What are you? What are we? How did we do that?"
Nothing. Of course. Grian muttered something about wanting to exorcise the stupid voice out of his head.
'We need to find somewhere to go.' Was all Xel said. While angry at him, Grian realized he had a point.
"Right." He opened his communicator, the glow of the transparent hologram highlighting his shaken face. He scanned through contacts, trying to see someone who probably wasn't in Kahoots with Quackity.
"There." His gaze fluttered to an old friend. It had been so long since he's talked to him, but that friend probably wouldn't mind. He'd passed by his house on the tour, but never felt like talking to him- or his roommate- mostly out of guilt.
But now, Grian knew what he needed to do.

He needed to go see that stupid pig again.

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knock, knock.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Xel asked. Grian didn't want to answer. He had decided not to talk to the voice, between having to painfully trek to the tundra and shock, he didn't even have the energy to.
The door creaked open, and a piglin dressed in a white linen button up, his long braided pink hair now cut short, to his chest. He held a large enchanted netherite axe with engravings in both English and piglin.
"Grian?" Techno was- to put it lightly, shocked. It had been so long since he had seen his old friend. He had known of him joining the server recently, but never our thought to it. After all, why would he have left his own server, one of the best ever, for this?
"Hey, techno."

Silence. Nothing but the snow falling and the trees swaying. 
"You ok man? You look like someone jumped you."
"I mean, being stabbed a few times and having to trek from the desert here kinda beats someone up, ya'know?" The bird tried his hang at a joke, being rewarded with a little chuckle from his friend.
"Come on in, It's freezing out here."

Techno made his friend some tea and brewed up some health potions for his wounds.
"Thanks, but you don't have to do that." Grian, was now sitting on a couch wrapping himself up in a blanket.
"No. Shut up. Let me help."
The awkward silence grew. Almost forgetting eachother for gods knew how long then randomly knocking on the other's door kinda made it awkward.
"So...anything new? I noticed you cut your hair. Like a lot." Grian asked.
"Meh, not much. I mean- well a lot- but recently not much." Techno went into talking about the adventures he had since they parted ways, about the potato war, his duel with Dream, L'manberg, getting an elytra from Drista and getting executed, and in return Grian talked about his own journey, with the prank war, being a hippie, Ariana Griande, the mayoral campaign and getting a kid, and much else.
It felt like they were kids again, sharing stupid stories they heard to eachother and trying to beat eachother in who's was the best.
By now, techno's won.
"Hey Tech, I've got..." a blonde in a green coat, bucket hat, and black wings walked in. He trailed off when he saw Grian and his wings.
The two stared at eachother. Neither had seen another person with wings.
"Phil, Grian. Grian, Phil." Techno smiled.
"Uh- hi." Grian was in awe of the other. To be honest, he never really thought that others like him existed, or if they did they were all gone.
"Hey mate." Phil snapped out of the staring, then started examining the guy on his couch. "You're Grian right? Came here a few months ago, huge in the building community? Ended up dying recently?"
"Yep, that's me!"
"Hm...she must've liked you if she brought you back."  Phil reminisced.
"Who?"
"Oh no one, no one important." Phil waved it away, getting a look from Techno.
"Well, now that you're friends now, this guy needs to get home." Techno gestured to Grian. "He also got stabbed a few times and quackity's probably hunting him down by now."
"Oh damn man, that sucks." Phil shrugged. Was this stuff just- normal? Weird. "For the going home part, I think I can help. Server portals are down right now, but there's...another way. It's hard to do, and it takes time. You good with that?"
Grian was getting desperate. "Yeah, I don't care what you do, just get me home. Please."
"Well then," Phil cracked his knuckles. "Rest up. I'm gonna go see if Ranboo and niki are good to meet. We're gonna need some more people."