SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

magic

WE'RE BACK!

THIS ISNT REALLY ANGSTY, MORE HURT / COMFORT IG?

I WANTED TO MENTION WE'RE CURRENTLY #87 IN 'HERMITCRAFT', SO THANK YOU FOR THAT!!

my ears being weird i think i got water in it idk

LET'S DO THIS

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Grian had been.. hiding from his emotions. He'd been pretending like missing his best friend & main emotional support, Mumbo, wasn't taking a negative toll on him

It was.

He was fine, though, even if his happy persona was starting to crumble and the desire to ball up and sob was getting stronger each day.

Yeah, he was fine!

Anyway, Grian drifted into The Cave. It had a circle of candles, and, in the center, there was an image of a mustache engraved. He landed, shaking his wings for no reason and sitting in the middle.

Perhaps, today would be the day.

As he recites the mantra to summon Mumbo, something feels vaguely familiar..

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Grian looked to the camera, adjusting his green tunic & hat before reaching into the chest and plucking out a bright red poppy and digging a small hole in the dirt center of the cobble platform. Carefully, he lowered the flower into the hole, filling it with care.

Every day, he'd continue this.

Just like now.

Everyday, Grian would come to the circle - The Platform - and repeat his mantra - Plant The Flowers - and pray that maybe, just maybe, magic would bring Him back.

And everyday, Grian felt his mental state crack just abit more. It didn't seem like much, that he'd flinch more than usual. He got quieter, more resigned. People didn't see him as much. (I JUST SWALLOWED A PIECE OF WRAPPER BY ACCIDENT HELP-) No one noticed, because the ones who would weren't there.

So, Grian kept chanting his mantras and planting the flowers. He clung to the desperate hope that some greater force would take pity on him & reunite him with the other. 

For months, he did this. Slowly cracking away at his facade, slowly loosing hope.

Until one day, it finally worked.

It was true magic.

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The wind had rushed past Grian, flowing through his bright feathers. It was always freeing, the wind. He dove down into the darkened cave, clinging to the fading gold slimmer of hope that it would work today.

Grian stepped out of his castle, yawning & stretching. There was a slight breeze today, and it messed with his hair. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore. He grinned, looking at the large white arc of snow that lead to his mega base. First things first, Taurtis.

Stepping into the circle of candles, each with a small, flickering flame. They illuminated the darkness, and Grian sat down on the mustache, starting to murmer his mantras. Something was different today. It was an electric feeling, buzzing through the air. 

Maybe it's Magic.

Grian dug out another small hole in the dirt, humming as he set the flower inside. Something was different today. It was the same feeling future-present Grian felt now, but different too. It was a pull into the ground.

The electric feeling picked up. Grian closed his eyes, the chanting growing quieter as the magic picked up and up until suddenly

" Taurtis?"

" Mumbo?" Grian dared a glance.

" Grian?"

"Grian?"

Excitement filled Grian at a rapid pace. He was back! He was back!! The cracks started to heal. It would be fine. 

Grian grinned. He opened his eyes fully, green twinkling in the candlelight. He stood.

He'd be fine.

He'd be fine.

For once, that wasn't a lie.

Truly fine.

Grian dug through the dirt, letting Taurtis climb back up.

Grian lunged for Mumbo, wrapping the tall redstoner in a tight hug.

" Where were you??!"

" Where were you?"

" .. The Downside Up."

" On vacation??"

Grian just smiled. Mumbo smiled, too. So did Taurtis, watching from above, kind eyes following the future-present Grian.

Seeing the past Grian, too.

And all the Grians, the future-present ones, the past ones, the ones from far, far away, smiled at the magic, silently thanking it.

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eh

not my best oneshot

yk what I'm gonna do?

REWRITE SEVEN PT 2!!

i ... i hate it. I found a better song.

it's just so much better.

so. much. better.

ANYWHO, PEACE