SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

My Collection (2/2)

this better come out within 20 minutes of pt.1

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The roar doesn't scare anyone.

Well, maybe it does. But they don't leave, instead, they plunge forward.

Pearl walks with a sureness of those who have trod here many times before, leading the way for once into the cave. Inside, crystals adorn the walls and light up the area, revealing hastily sketched murals of eyes and ears.

Mutters echo, of what they could be of.

Pearl just glares.

She follows the murals towards a thinner pathway, although it was colossal to the Hermit's. Maybe they're just not close to a god.

Who would've thought?

The passageway opens to a warmly lit room, where feathers and clay, hot glue and paper litter the floor. In the corner, there's soft humming coming from a large figure. They have black and purple wings, dotted with stars, that extend from pitch black robes.

Although it seems homely, around all of the hermits is life-sized figures of gods and innocents, maps of servers long forgotten and servers new.

How did they know this much?

An unsettling feeling ran through the group, causing everyone except Pearl to slightly back up. Pearl gazed at the creature with slight affection, instead.

"Xelqua?"

They turn, almost knocking over what they were working on in the process, hastily catching that.

"Pearlie?"

She grins up at them. Oh god, what have the Hermits gotten themselves into? 

"Oh my! What are you fellows here for?"

"We need the story."

'Xelqua' paused, pondering something before crouching infront of the hermits and inviting them.. onto his hand.

This isn't a bad idea. This isn't a bad idea.

✤

"I'd like to show you my collection,"

Now in the air, everything was much more clear- including nonsense grandiose scenes of battles and temples, purple magic that sparked and flowed.

"These curios are made by hand!"

They got a close up of the work-table, where Xelqua was currently crafting what appeared to be a player. It was clear the proportions wouldn't cooperate with him, though.

"Just little object of affection.."

Xelqua rose them up, taking them past a table of unused figures and to the separated displays of chronological events, ordering to the 50's.

"That tell the story of the corruption that plagues our lands.."

The first scene shows an admin, standing with players. Above them are two god-like beings, closely resembling Xelqua, allowing purple sparks to settle on the lush land.

"You see, the murals can't quite capture.."

With each scene that passed, it became increasingly clear that whatever Xelqua was helped this ancient server time travel, and elusive ability lost to the centuries, unique to the first server.

"The events like my figures do.."

Then the gods battling the admin, a crash of dragons and suddenly, the mood had soured. The story was turning, dark and twisted as green gods rose with players.