Grian Oneshots

𖤍Herobrine 1𖤍

Authors note:

A bit of a different Watcher AU than usual: Watchers are the only one to create server - and also the only ones to destory them, if the server is deemed too unstable. Watchers are highly respected creatures, but they can be unpredictable. Some people grow up worshipping and praying to Watchers - especially admins. They choose one as their Patron to help them with their admin duties.

The ones that Watched over EVO was one of the few twisted Watchers, toying with the players, leaving puzzles and other games for them to compete in. They got so mad when Grian didn't play along that they took him and destroyed the server.

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I take a deep breath in. It's the Alpha version of Minecraft and it's so boring here, every player ever to exist has moved on to many better versions, but me? I can't, I was removed from the code, the code that courses through the veins of Minecraftia, the building block if you may, making sure everything runs smoothly, but here in the earlier versions, I'm coded into the very building of this version, I'm stuck here, not even death could remove me from this endless boredom. I can't die. I'm trapped here.

A laugh sounds, coming from multiple young people and I tilted my head, I hadn't heard that sound in ages, nobody has been here in forever. I close my eyes and teleport behind a tree to see who's laughing. I see two young men, a blonde dressed in green and a ravenette with checkered headphones running towards a symbol, formed like a broken portal, on a mountainside, stairs leading up to it. They are laughing and joking with each other, two friends. "Weak" I think to myself, one shouldn't have friends, those will just turn to weak spots.

My curiosity got the best of me, and I followed them, I wanted to know how they got here and what mysteries the hole in the mountain held. It dawns on me that it's suddenly quiet again, not a sound, not even an animal, only me and my breathing. I teleport on the top of the stairs, and I see something that makes my cold heart flutter with hope, a portal, a purple light shone on me, and I couldn't stop myself but enter the portal after the teens I saw before...

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I take a deep breath in. It's the first day on a new server, none of my friends were here and that was for the best, after the fiasco that I had named Evolution SMP they definitely didn't want to see me again. The Watchers had infiltrated the server, they had taken me and turned me into one of them. They promised not to hurt anyone, but they had. They destroyed the server. I lost Taurtis, the rest managed to escape with the help of the Listeners. Thankfully, I don't think my heart could bear to lose anyone else.

"Ah, hello, you must be Grian?" a friendly voice greeted me, and I shook my head to shake off all the worries taking up my thoughts.

"Yes, that's my name" I smile at the two men before me, the man to the left, who was the one that greeted me, is wearing a mask over his face, and behind the purple tinted glass of the helmet you could just about catch a glimpse of his blue eyes. Beside him was a ravenette man in suit and tie with a nice moustache. He must've noticed my jumpiness because he raised an eyebrow.
"Are you alright Grian?" he asked worried, and I smiled assuring at him.

"Ah yes, of course, I'm just nervous, I haven't been on this big of a server before"

"You're going to fit right in Grian, I promise you that" the masked one said, and I smiled at him. "I'm Xisuma - the admin of Hermitcraft - and this is Mumbo, I don't think we've introduced ourselves yet" my new admin says, and I nod, it wasn't really the nervousness that bothered me, it was the feeling that something was wrong or that something very soon would go wrong.

"Thank you, Suma," I say, and the admin gives me a little nod before flying off with his elytra. I have wings but for the sake of my secret staying a secret I've chosen not to show them.

"Do you want a tour of the server?" the mustached man asks me and my gaze shift from the surroundings back to him. "That would be nice, thanks Mumbo" I say and smile.

My new friend shows me around the amazing server called Hermitcraft, he explained the different districts to me and where the shopping district would be, as Mumbo had already decided to settle down in the futuristic district and I hadn't built much in that style - and as I like to challenge myself, I decided to join him and build a base in the middle of the ocean. My heart started to flutter with excitement for this new start, but I still couldn't place the growing fear, heavy as iron in my stomach. This was just too good to be true. Something was bound to go wrong.

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Grian was happy in the newest season of hermitcraft, even as the newest member he had with ease found new friends, a new family, but of course things were bound to go wrong just as he was comfortable and thought things were going to turn out okay.

Grian was about to start building a new layer on his base when his communicator pinged, and he decided to check out the messages.

Impulse: [Uhhh X? Who's the new guy at spawn?]

Xisuma: [What new guy? What does his skin look like?]

Impulse: [It's just a steve?]

Xisuma: [Weird... I'll be there in a minute to check it out]

The avian's curiosity got the better of him, and he decides it's worth the risk of letting his Watcher eyes wander off to check out the mysterious figure. The figure he sees standing at spawn looks peculiar, his head was down so his eyes weren't visible. Every one of the blondes' senses were going haywire over something as simple as a Steve, but his guts told him that this was a dangerous being, possessing powers as ancient as Minecraft itself. Realization hits Grian when he notices the faint glow coming from where "Steve's" eyes are pointed.

Herobrine...

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