SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Good For You

so uh]

shRuG

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The busy marketplace stopped for no one, even Pearl. She was staring up at a flashing billboard, one with bright colors, an eyesore.

What it said was even worse.

" NEW HERMIT GRIAN XELQUA DOES A PRIVATE INTERVIEW FOR THE ECLIPSED; HEAR HIS EXCITEMENTS & WORRIES ON IFFYSPOT!"

Pearl shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets, storming off. Her eye was twitching.

" So you found a place where the grass is greener? And you jumped the fence to the other side.."

Somehow, Grian had dramatically faked a kidnapping just to turn around and join the real famous players, the one he'd actually like to be friends with.

Because EVO never mattered, no!

Is it good? Are they giving you a world I could never provide?

Even with her and Jimmy and Taurtis, it was never enough for Grian. Grian wanted something bigger, bigger than big.

Starting a server that could LITERALLY BREAK THE LAWS OF TIME & SPACE WASN'T FUCKING ENOUGH.

( he will never be satisfied.. )

In her hoodie pocket, there's a knife. It's not easy being a lunar moth hybrid, especially a woman, alone in public. It's ok, she'd gotten good at murder while he'd been gone.

Pearl continues her path home, down a dark alley way that requires her to jump some fences. From there, it was a straight shot to her house with Jimmy. They'd stuck together after making it out alive, overshadowed by growling purple flames.

He was going to be pissed when he heard what Grian had decided.

Well, I hope you're proud of your big decision! 

Yeah, I hope it's all you want & more.

Her bag clatters on the floor. It's a duffel, filled with various things. In Pearl's hand, she holds a poster advertising 'HERMITCRAFT: SEASON 6!"

Advertising her stupid, backstabbing, bitch of a brother.

Now you're free from the agonizing life you were living before...

Not even a hint of recognition for his old servers, not even Wynncraft was listed in his qualifications.

Who did this motherfucker think he was? Abandoning everything he ever was? Couldn't even own up to the fiery fate of his stupid, broken server?

The fate he caused?

And you say what you need to say; so that you get to walk away...

It would kill you to stay trapped,

When you had something new

Pearl drags her knife through the poster, massacring Grian's printed face. She drops the paper, walking forward into their little living room. Jimmy's there, frowning deeply at the TV.

There it was, the stupid fucking interview.

Pearl could see the small, hidden tear tracks down her brother's face. His wings, bright yellow, had folded roughly behind him.

Well, I'm sorry I had it rough

I'm sorry I'm not enough

"pearl... he just....does he even remember? does he remember the flights and the watchers and the death? pearl-"