SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Where The Watermelons Rot

guys

my iPad quit existence and school is just about to get out

im gonna be so fucking bored sob

send help

~

"Tim! Cmon!"

Jimmy glanced at Martyn. The kid in question was grinning, turned to look at Jimmy with his excited green eyes.

Jimmy doesn't move.

It's because behind Martyn is the darkness, the shadows that creep through the trees and smile at him with sharp teeth.

"We shouldn't go in there, Martyn."

"Whynot? What, scared? It'll be a fun adventure, Tim!"

He pauses, glancing at the darkness.

".. mom says we can't! that's- that's were They live."

Martyn snickered, walking over to Jimmy.

"Don't tell me you believe that! Cmon, you wimp!"

Martyn grabbed Jimmy's hand, pulling him forward into the thick forest. Jimmy yelped, stumbling along onto a partially concealed trail surrounded by curled plants that eyed Jimmy with predatory hunger.

It sent shudders down his spine as he was dragged further, following a grinning Martyn. The trees seem to lean down as they get further, trying to grab Jimmy and bring him into the crawling darkness. It moves and waves, always keeping its weird eyes on him.

They keep on the path until the plants start to wilt and droop, falling limply on the vaguer and vaguer path. Jimmy watched the dead flowers with wide eyes, fear hanging in the air as Martyn slowed down, letting out an 'oh my..'

Jimmy looked up. It was like a book, a large temple rising out of the mist. A strange symbol adorned the mossy cobble, seemingly glowing.

"what the hell..?"

Jimmy approached it first, finding a book infront.

"THEY ARE WATCHING.

THEY ARE ALWAYS WATCHING.

BUT WE?

WE..

WE ARE LISTENING.

WE CAN SEE THEM.

CAN YOU SEE THEM?

CAN YOU..

LISTEN?"

He pauses, frowning. Martyn reads over his shoulder. They both glance around at the shadows.

Jimmy can still see the fangs of the shadows, awaiting a stray step.

But now he can hear. He can hear the whispers he once didn't notice, and the shadows seem all the more sinister.

"We should.. leave." 

He hisses to Martyn, clinging to the other's arm. Martyn nods. They leave.

Not for long.

--

The pair comes back the next day. 

Whispers and words weave with the wind, taunting them until they are forced to brave the brambles and thorns, dark shadows and looming trees until they find the temple.

It's less dramatic, with the anger of the day (they didn't want to hear anymore... they didn't want to listen) exploding at the temple.

"I don't know what you did, weird magical temple, but it's so fucking annoying. Neither of us want to 'listen' or 'hear these stupid whispers!"