Grian centric oneshots

Crushed:💔?

Prompt❌
TW: Blood, crying, being crushed, death, explosions, broken limbs
Ship: none
-word count: 985
-au: Avian Grian
-category: (No ship) angst:💔?
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1st person (Grian

I continued to run away from the horde of zombies chasing me through the cave. I hurriedly turned a corner, I would've fought but I'd just finished a AFK session before I fell down this stupid cave, thus I had basically nothing. I heard a hiss emanate from beside me, I turned to see a creeper flashing green to white repeatedly. I shrieked trying my best to get away, however I nearly jumped into the horde of zombies that finally caught up to me. I froze in terror, gripping onto my totem tightly as I was surrounded by mobs.
Just like that the creeper exploded. A cracking sound was heard as my totem broke upon impact. I took a moment to steady myself, then creeper explosion had killed most of the zombies that had been chasing me, I starred down the remaining zombies, my breath hitching instinctively trying to be as intimidating as possible. To my surprise the remaining zombies began to limp away.

I let out a shaky sigh as I leaned against the wall for support. Looking around, the cave walls and floor were singed, small crater where the creeper, and I just were. I briefly looked at myself, my right wings was singed, feathers seemed to be a slight bit burned, along with some that had completely fell out and onto the ground. My brush with 'death' left me disoriented, my breathing and body shaky.
Totems work like respawning, your health is and hunger is restored, but your injuries stay physically, next time you die not only will you feel the pacing of that death, but whatever death you had when you used the totem, and they stack, you die four ways each time preventing it with a totem? You feel fine. You die a fifth way for real? That pain along with the other four deaths will be there, no matter how spaced out the 'deaths' were.

I reached for my communicator, the glass screen was shattered and it wouldn't turn on. Shit. I can't ask for help but that's okay..!

After leaning against the wall, alone, in the dark, the sounds of spiders crawling around caught my attention. I stood while on guard, looking for the mob that was making the noise. I looked but found no spiders around me. Relaxing a little, I felt a small rock hit the side of my head. What the..? As I looked looked up more small pebbles and dust began to fall. The ground began to shake, and I struggled to keep myself up right, quickly thinking I used my wings to protect myself from the falling debris. Small rocks and pieces of ore pelted off my wings. My whining filled the cave, only to be drowned out by more shaking.

I jumped to the right, narrowly missing being hit by a block that had fallen. I moved my wings ever so briefly and more rocks hit my skull, pain poured through my body as I quickly moved his wings back to protect me. My breathing became quick and unstable as the smell of dust and coal filed the already uncomfortable air.

After the tremors seemed to settle down a bit, I rubbed my eyes, the irritating dust and bruises on my head didn't make thing better. I turned back to the place I can from, only to see it blocked, the sound of bats and hostile mobs lingered on the other side. Unfortunately the other end abruptly stops a few blocks ahead. I cursed under my breath feeling hopeless. Just as I thought things couldn't get worse the cave began to shake again.
I lost my footing after tripping on a random piece of coal in my way. I looked up in horror as I saw I giant piece of stone as it fell time seemed to slow, fear and horror struck me at once as a loud snap echoed through the cave as tremors settled once more.

How to describe it..? I felt dazed, the warm sensation of blood mixed with the cold arms of death grabbed me at once. I struggled to breathe as I let out my final breath, my eyelids grew heavy and I lost consciousness.

[Grian was crushed by a falling block]

As I woke up I stared at the roof of my base, the phantom pain already tormenting me. I groaned as I felt pain strike though me when I tried to move, a ringing in my ears grew louder, overtaking the soft sound of night. My back legs, shoulders, arms, wings everywhere ached. I felt the pricks of broken bones and a singed feeling left over from the explosion. No matter how many times I made sure I had all my feather, that nothing was broken bruised or scratched, the phantom pain wouldn't leave, and probably wouldn't for a while. I couldn't tell when I started crying but I was. Salty tears rolled down my cheeks as I curled myself into ball, it hurt too much to try and grab my blanket so I used my wings to cover me as I sobbed into the sheets.

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3rd person

I small knock on the door. Grian was still curled up in the bedsheets, crying. He heard the door creak open and soft footsteps. A small dip in the bed next to him followed. He opened his eye a little to look. "Jellie..?" He put his hand on the small cat's head before looking at the figure standing over his bed, non other than Scar.

"I saw the death message, I figured she'd cheer you up!" He said with a smile. Grian pulled the cat closer and cuddled her.

"Thanks" he kept petting the striped cat, Scar nodded, happy he could help.