MCYT/HermitCraft Oneshots!

A Talk

TW: Grian angst, mentions of EVO angst, break down

3rd Person POV

Scar sits next to Grian, the parrot curled up at the end of the couch.

"You want to tell me what all that was about or do I have to pry it from you?"

"It's a long story."

"We've got plenty of time."

"I'm an admin, I ran a server called Minecraft Evolution...basically we started in the earliest version and time jumped every so often until the end update. Uhm throughout EVO the Watchers would show up randomly and do random things, it was annoying to say the least. And you know me, I don't really like rules. The Watchers didn't like that I didn't listen. After we defeated the ender dragon I sent everyone else through first, just to make sure no one got left behind. Only the portal broke, I was all alone in the End and then the Watchers appeared."

"You don't have to keep going."

"It's ok..."

"Grian," Scar takes his hand, "Breathe, take a minute."

He moves closer to Scar, leaning against the Vex.

"The Watchers thought I would be a perfect addition. That was the day I was turned, it's a painful process. They figured I would just becoming a puppet like most people do but I didn't. I met someone there, a friend I guess. We did everything we could to mess up their plans and as punishment..."

Grian takes a deep breath, curling up to make himself seem smaller.

"As punishment they made me watch as they destroyed EVO. Only a few people made it out alive, most are dead now. I couldn't do anything, I didn't have control over my magic, I couldn't even move, I had to watch as my home and friends, my family were taken away from me. And it was my fault. I couldn't protect them, I failed as an admin, as a friend to everyone there."

"No, oh Grian it's not your fault, you couldn't do anything about it. You didn't choose-"

"I did...Scar I had a choice, either I went home free and everyone died or I joined them and the server was left alone." 

"You gave yourself up for everyone?"

He nods, "I choose them over my own life..."

"Birdie, you saved them-"

"And yet they still died."

"That's not your fault, they went back on their word-"

"I could've done more, I could've gone back, told everyone, and come up with a plan."

"Grian Minecraft you look at me right now."

He looks up at Scar, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"It is not your fault, I don't care what anyone else says, what those Watchers make you think, it is not your fault. You gave your life, your freedom to those horrible beings for your family and that is an incredible sacrifice. They're the ones that went back on their word, you did nothing wrong."

"...I'm not done."

"You don't have to continue Gri."

"I need to, you wanted to know why I was fighting with Jimmy, we're finally getting to it."

"Only if you want to."

"I do, but I need you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"You won't push me away or freak out."

"I don't know why I would but I won't."

"Since Third Life the Watchers have been messing with the games. Making Jimmy loose first every time, the bogeyman was all them, the reason the red names go crazy...the reason Martyn went crazy at the end of Limited Life. But I haven't been completely honest with the reason I made these games...As a Watcher, runaway or not, I still have to feed in order to use my powers. I-I created the life games as a way to feed. Watchers feed off of negativity, destruction, chaos, and death. Every time someone would die it would 'feed me' if that's what you want to call it. I don't know how Tango noticed this but every time it happens my eyes and wings flash purple. Jimmy didn't exactly appreciate the fact he's had a terrible time because of the Watchers or that I'm feeding off of everyone. But to be fair I'm not making anyone, you guys can join and leave at any point."

He stares straight ahead as he talks, afraid to even look at Scar.

"...This applies outside of the games too, doesn't it?"

Grian nods, hands balling into fists when Scar gets up, pacing in front of the couch.

"How long." He stops, facing the bird, "How long has this been going on?"

"Since I joined Hermitcraft..."

"Does anyone else know?"

"On Hermitcraft I'm going to guess Tango and Bdubs, maybe Mumbo and Iskal but otherwise no one that I know of."

Scar kneels in front of Grian, "You can't tell anyone else."

"What?" He looks at the Vex confused, not expecting that at all.

"People already hate Watchers, if they found out you're a Watcher or feeding off of players you'd be hunted down and that's the last thing I want."

"...You're not mad?"

"No? I literally feed off of you all the time, remember? Why would I be mad you're doing something to not turn into a crazy Watcher."

"But I lied to you for so long, I didn't ask...I've just been using everyone as food."

"Grian, birdie, its ok, I'm not mad."

Grian wipes the tears away, "Jimmy was right, I'm just a filthy Watcher."

"No. You are nothing like them Grian, Jim was just mad, he didn't mean that and you know it."

Grian hugs his knees, more tears threatening to fall.

"Oh Gri..." Scar pulls him into a hug, holding him close, "I've got you, its ok, everything's ok."

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Scar."

The Vex doesn't answer, just holds the pesky bird close.

"Jimmy probably hates me now..."

"I doubt he hates you, I think you both just need a small break, you spent a lot of time together during Limited Life and he was really mad at the Watchers."

"What if he does hate me?"

"Then we'll figure it out, ok?"

Grian nods, clinging to Scar.

"Hey, cheer up, we were going to go mess with people, remember? I'm thinking we go mess with Mumbo's copper."

He smiles a little, using his sleeve to wipe his face.

"Can we mess with his redstone?"

"Hmmm I don't see why not, do you need anything before we head over there."

"A kiss would be nice."

Scar smiles and kisses the shorter.

"Better?"

"Yes, now lets go mess with Mumbo!"

Scar laughs as Grian jumps up, leaving the base.