Grian centric oneshots

Many Grians:??

Prompt❌
Tw: none
Ship: none
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-au: Watcher Grian
-category: No definable category:??
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1st person (Iskall

I walked around Grian's mansion, it was looking good! I'd come here to ask him a question, but he's not home. I felt the need to look in every room for some reason, they most were empty, some were filled with random shulker boxes, some were decorated. I approached another door, same as the 20+ others I'd looked through, but this room was different. It was in a completely different style, it looked rustic? There was a desk with a chair and a computer, behind that was a big wooden closet, to the side of that was a metal tube that looked like a cryo-chamber from Futurama. I looked around, the room looked old? But Grian had just built the interior not long ago. As I looked at the painting I heard a small rustle come from the closet. Weird. I turned and looked at it, whatever was in there stopped moving. There was a sign above it I hadn't noticed before, arrows pointing at both the closet and the chamber. Do not open. Well he's just asking for someone to open it. Which one first though?

I reached my hand for the door, was this ok? Probably not, who knows what's in here, then again it could just be a broom closet or some old clothes. I took a breath before opening the door. I opened the wooden door and I froze, something-or someone, that looked just like Grian, without the wings, and with soulless deep black eyes stood there. He smiled eerily before- is it floating?! This.. thing grabbed my hand, it's arm twitching ever so slightly.

"I'm NPC Grian! Wanna build a rustic house?" It had a cheery tone that sounded fake.
"N- NPC Grian?" I asked, what is this thing? A robot? Demon?
"Do you wanna build a rustic house with me? I have tutorials!" The entity seemed to float as it glided behind me.
"What are you? What-"
"Do you want to build or not" it's fake cherry accent dropped, it's eyes turned pure vibrant red like Tango's. "You will make a house with me, or I will stab you" This thing, NPC Grian or whatever it is gave me the chills, why did Grian have this thing?! It leaned forwards impatiently awaiting my answer, still hovering ever so slightly off the ground.
"I- I'll build with you! Sure.." if I'm being honest, I didn't feel like dying today. It's smile returned as it pulled me out of Grian's mansion, it hovered, it's literally hovering! How is this possible?! This isn't redstone, so what the actual hell is it?! It let go of my hand after we were a good distance away from Grian's mansion. I used my now free hands to grab my communicator while the NPC pulled blocks from thin air, digging out some kind of frame in the stone.

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[Iskall85: Grian, you wanna maybe come to your base?]
[Grian: What did you do?]
[Iskall85: I could ask the same]
[Stressmonster: Is something going on at Grian's base? Me and False will be there in 5!]
[Goodtimewithsacr: I'll be there too!]
[Renthedog: Me and Doc will be there]
[Iskall85: This isn't a party!]

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"You're inviting Grian? Good! He loves building with me! And I love parties!" I was surprised when the NPC appeared behind me, did he teleport?! I have to be losing it, HE'S LITERALLY FLOATING! No elytra, wings or magic. Just floating!!
"What are you?" I asked a bit scared.
"I'm NPC Grian! My friends call me NPC or NPG!!" He said overly cheerfully.
"Not who, what are you?"
"I was created by Grian who summoned me through a satanic ritual!" I was shocked to say the least. He pointed to a spot in front of us. There stood a decently sized rustic house, it looked beautiful but it wasn't there a minute ago. How did it build so fast?
"Now it's your turn! I have a tutorial set up and everything!" NPG began to throw blocks on the ground, was I supposed to use these? Where did these come from! Are they just raining from the sky?! NPG slowly started rotating until he was horizontal. I've never been one for the rustic style, but it-his words from earlier rang in my head. Even though we respawn death isn't pleasant.