SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

I Hate It Here

we're almost out of the taylor swift woodwork, i swear

i swearrr

it's gonna be a rough ending, considering i have IDEASs

but

we'll migrate to different artists soon, i promise

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" You're going to tell me something awful now, aren't you? Like a poet, trapped in the body of a malicious government worker."

Grian just smiled, leaning over the desk and looking straight at Joel.

" To access the Lost & Found, please fill out this form, WSTCW. You'll hear back from us in two to three weeks."

Joel shut his eyes tightly for a moment, before grabbing the book and waving a half-hearted goodbye to Grian. Once again, he was left alone in the empty building. It was times like these when Grian's mind wandered, retracing old steps to find ancient places he'd abandoned years ago.

It was times like this when Grian would reminisce, over the times he'd spend running through the hub with stolen cookies, trailed by Sam & Taurtis.

(You see, I was a debutant, in another life, but..)

Grian tends to avoid the hub now. Too many people searching for him & not enough hiding places or protection.

(Now I seem to be scared to go outside.)

See? Mind wandering, as he was forced to wait out his own shift, (Why on earth did Grian make it 4 hours straight??) stuck in this dusty building. The light is dimming, as the lamps rust over- aided by magic, of course. If they didn't flicker out, Grian would probably have to stay here forever!

God, he hates it here.

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God, he hates it here.

(I hate it here,)

Grian adjusted his sitting position, watching people pass by his little corner. Recently, he'd been taken to this little daycare thing. It doesn't matter what it is, Grian isn't spending time here.

(So I will go to Secret Gardens in my mind,)

Recently, he'd found a path in his mindspace. It was long, windy, but it lead to a lavish jungle. For days, Grian could stay in that jungle, oblivious to the world passing & the hurt & the tears that should be streaming down his face because fuck it he was just abandoned.

(People need a key to get to,)

But rather, Grian is in his jungle, safe and alone and content for once in his short life.

(The only one is mine.)

Safe, alone & content.

( I read about it in a book, when I was a precocious child,)

Grian doesn't know where he found the jungle, or why it was there. He just knew it was, and that was enough.

(No mid-sized city hopes or small town fears.)

It was enough, it was perfect. There was no anxiety, no fear.

I'm there most of the year 'cause I hate it here...

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Sam, on the other hand, didn't know about the jungle. Grian didn't think he'd like the jungle, not one bit. So he kept the jungle to himself, bluffing when Sam asked why he'd get lost in thoughts so often or jump when Sam pulled him forward.