As the seasons change

Mendings and Repairs

A sigh escaped Grians mouth as he finally spread his wings fully out once more, the wings turning a few different shades of purple slowly but surely, making him almost feel like a big weight has been taken off of his chest. As his wings turned and fluttered to a completely different look, he decided to look around his spawnpoint and get to remember his surroundings once more like he had all those years ago.

' A ton of rustic houses... Of course, how could I ever forget.' Turning on creative mode he hopped up into the air and decided to take a quick look around to find his exact location. He started noticing a few other different builds. One house stuck out to him in general.

Their house. The place he built for himself and Them .

He got out of his flying state and fell to the ground, landing gracefully at the doorstep of the cottage. A sense of familiarity and nostalgia washed over him as he reached out to twist the knob making him grin softly to himself.

He turned the knob gently and stepped into the house. Looking around he noticed the amount of dust and cobwebs that formed over the year of basically no one living there.

"Alright, I guess today is a 'cleaning and finding where I left them' type of day. Huh.." Grian said out-loud to himself. The dark-dirty blonde male started exploring the old house a bit, as a way of finding the cleaning supplies. He went into the upstairs bathroom and opened up the cupboards. He let out a happy chirp as he pulled out the supplies, bringing them back downstairs.

' Alright, well it's time to find the kids, the fusebox, turn the electricity on and charge them up. Or maybe I should first repair them before charging?

...

Nah I'm gonna charge them first, they deserve to get their lives back I guess. ' He thought with a grin on his face. Whilst thinking, he was already on his way downstairs to the basement to turn on the fuses, turning lights on whilst on the way there. " Just like Impulse when we're out hunting ghosts... and other stuff I guess." Grian thought to himself, chuckling as he reached the fusebox and switched everything on.

He looked around downstairs in the now lit-up basement, and slowly walked over to the limp figure of a human-sized robot, picking him up and placing him on a somewhat comfortable chair near his charger. His grin disappeared as he looked onto the robot, guilt seeping through his veins of leaving him behind like this, now starting to think how much worse he will feel when he sees NPG.

Sure, NPG is quite literally the spawn of Herobrine himself- BUT it's still his first creation, his first companion whomst he taught to build, to live!

He cleaned up the entire basement from the dust, the cobwebs, the buildup, the blood and oil from the ground. The basement means a lot to him, it's his little workshop, his laboratorium, of course he'd take care of it and sanitise it before bringing anyone in here.

After cleaning the place up, he went upstairs to the living room of the building. A guilt and dread flowing through him almost like the wind from a ghostly presence nearby.

Twisting the doorknob he heard the small confirmation click of the closet opening up. Sucking up his feelings, he pulled the door open gently, picking up the demonic being into his arms, and started heading up the dirty stairs and towards the bathroom. He sat NPG on the toilet, propping him up so that he wouldn't fall off and hit his head or something and turned on the shower-and-bathtub-in-one water to clean the bathtub off of the dirty and grime residue on it. Turning on some music of his liking, he started scrubbing the place clean and was done with the bathtub within about an hour since he wanted to be really cautious of not making mistakes.