SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Loser, Baby

hurt/comfort bc ive never written that

also, gridoc

the next story i write will either be really depressing or the weirdest fucking idea ever.

WE'LL SEE!

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When Doc walked out of the party, the last thing he figured he'd be seeing on that balcony was Grian. Grian, sobbing.

" Grian? What happened?"

" ... Mumbo found out. We argued." The avian choked out. Doc frowned. He didn't know how to handle emotions well, but he couldn't just leave Grian alone...

" So things look bad, and your back's against the wall."

Grian looked up, giving him a deadpan : what does it look like I'm doing? stare.

" Your whole existence seems fucking hopeless~"

Grian was confused by this, yes, he did feel like that. No need to point it out.

" You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked."

Where was Doc going with this?

" Let me just say, you're correct!"

" wait what?!"

" You're. A. Loser, baby. A Loser, goddamn baby."

Grian was getting more confused & frankly offended with every word.

" You're a fucked-up, little whiny bitch"

" HEY! DOC!"

" You're a loser just like me!"

" .. thanks, asshole."

" You're a screws-loose prankster, and only 1-star-reveiwser. You're a powerful god at rock bottom, but you got company!"

" How is this making me feel better?"

" There was a time, when I thought that no one could relate, to the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged. But letting walls down, it can sometimes set you straight. We're all living in the same shit sandwich."

Oddly, the confusion & offense Grian felt earlier had left him, along with the sadness. Singing was fun!

" I sold my soul to demented deites, to save my server."

" Ha! You think that makes you unique? Get out of here man."

Grian grinned, looking up at Doc, who wore a similar expression.

" We're both losers, baby we're losers. It's okay to be a-"

"- failed experiment of  immortal beings?"

" Maybe that's fine by me!"

Grian smile widened with every verse.

" I'm a loser, honey, a prankster & a dummy. But atleast I know I'm not alone."

" You're a loser just like me!"

" I got an appetite for breaking pyshics~"

" I got an appetite for mass-explosions & buttons!"

" Go ahead, baby, sing that song!"

" I got no skin left to scar~"

" I was kidnapped and used for intense experimentation! Now those Watcher's mark's on me,- I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour!"

" You're a loser, baby."

By now, Grian was standing and smiling up at Doc,

" A loser, but maybe if we eat shit together, things will end up differently."

" It's time to lose our self-loathing & excuse ourself. Let hope in, baby, play your card, be who you are.

A loser, just like me."

Grian embraced Doc, and the two hugged it out, forever different. They weren't alone anymore, not in the aspect of deep trauma. It was freeing, almost. They where both proud to be losers, as long as the other is too.

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That was short as fuck

i like the idea tho, execution is so-so