SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Peter (The Ballads of Songbirds)

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CHAPTER 2: THE CANARY ASKS, 'MAYBE?' TO THIS, YOU MUST EXPLORE WITH THEM.

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Jimmy took a shaky breath, staring down at the papers.

He'd- he'd been onto something, he'd been close.

The lead had evaporated. All traces of his best friend? Gone, with it.

He'd never felt so hopeless until this moment, here, stuck searching for someone he knows is dead.

Jimmy crashes onto his bed. He doesn't think he can do this any longer. He can already feel the tears welling in his eyes- another year's waste, another month's end, another step backwards when it felt oh-so soon.

(Forgive me, Peter)

He glanced at the desk. Jimmy was out of luck, out of time.

Jimmy was done.

(My lost, fearless leader)

Standing, he shook out his wings- brilliant yellow, faded from the darkness of his room. If- if he's really quitting, then he should clear up the desk. Make room for art projects, maybe.

(He used to do art projects with Grian, crafting slime from glue or folding papers.)

(In closets like cedar, preserved from when we were just kids..)

Jimmy started flipping through the folders, catching photos of eyes and temples, police reports and crime scenes.

Fear and sadness struck through his heart. Was Grian at one of those crime scenes, because Jimmy couldn't get him to stay?

(Is it something I did?)

As he digs through the pile, Jimmy finds more damning evidence. Photos of middle school, of playing in the street and cooking foul things.

(The goddess of timing,)

Of the treasure hunts and escape rooms, of the Eye present everywhere.

(Once found us beguiling..)

Whispers and murmurs of something deeper, challenging the 10 of them to dig deeper. Jimmy remembers the thrill of it all, of uncovering a wretched God's history.

(She said she was trying,)

And then the same wretched God coming for them.

(Peter, was she lying?)

Jimmy pauses his searching. Each folder made him want to dive deeper, pulled on that stupid sympathetic desire of his that tormented him, day and night.

(My ribs, get the feeling she did..)

Maybe, maybe he just needed to go back to square one. When it all happened, when Grian waved goodbye in the driveway and disappeared. 

(And I didn't want to come down,)

Jimmy could see it vividly- the headlights, flashing in darkness. The glow of the purple eye sigil. Grian fearful smile.