SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Stronger

hi

im back again

ANYWHO

~

The hybrid slipped through the shadows of the untouched world, awaiting his victim's arrival. His knife, a gift from her, glitters in the sharp moonlight. The hollow sound of skeletons patrolling the forest echos in the silence, accompanied by the sounds of groaning zombies.

He watches them intently, boredom playing a part in his viciousness. In one foul movement, the hybrid cuts through all of the mobs with ease, blood splattering on the ground & staining his knife.

Trudging through the liquid lifeforce of others gave him such joy. He was stronger now. He had a plan.

That fucking bird stood no chance.

~

(Tws: Sam ... blood, knives)

Grian jumped through the portal first, getting spat out in a dark oak forest. Xisuma soon followed, clearly pissed off Grian didn't let the admin go first & assess the other side. Other hermits start streaming through the purple mass, marveling at spawn and contemplating their future plans.

Grian himself was looking into the dark forest with wonder; perhaps he could do something with such a mysterious vibe. Mumbo & Scar walked over to him, making conversation as Grian's blue eyes traced the shadows waryily.

He could've sworn he saw a flash of white  & an engraved knife..

" Grian? You paying attention?" Mumbo asks, turning to the avian.

" any y'all see that? in the shade?" Grian asks, turning to Mumbo & Scar, who nod 'no'..

Strange. Grian inserts himself into the conversation, although he can't help but feel something's off..

~

The form clung to the tree, clawing himself onto the treetops with difficulty. Through the leaves, he can barely see his target, but he can, nonetheless. The avian was blissfully unaware...

>> Two Weeks Later <<

He slipped through the shadows of the large base, playing with his dagger. The time had almost come, to start playing his little games~

That fucking bird stood no chance.

~

Grian felt unsettled. Something was watching him, and had a .... Not friendly aura, to be honest. It was vaguely familiar & he couldn't place it. That was not reassuring.

Strange.

On the other hand, Mumbo & Scar had noticed Grian had gotten way too jumpy to not be of concern. When asked, Grian would just say he'd felt a bit unsettled and change the topic. After so long, the pair had decided to go to X. He had to know something right?

The two set off, gliding through the air at break-neck speeds using the finely crafted elytras strapped to their backs. Wind whizzed past them like the land beneath, each build minuscule from the distance. Although it'd only been 2 weeks, the Hermits worked abnormally fast, which resulted in half-built bases & many shops popping up around the district they'd spawned in.

Spotting the familiar grey stone of Xisuma's work-in-progress base, Mumbo & Scar prepared to land.

Scar did not.... Succeed.

Mumbo winced as the death message came through chat, gravity-related injuries taking Scar's life extremely fast. Gathering the scattered belongings, Mumbo stuffed them in a chest and waited for his unfortunate buddy, who did infact stick the landing this time round.