SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Puppeteer (Isle of Evo AU)

:INSERT MALICIOUS CACKLING:

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Scar jumped off the spruce deck of The Flying Jellie, grinning as the open winds rushed against his face. Behind him, his friends joined him on the sand of the island.

It was full of jungle and plains, tall trees rising in seemingly random places. Patches of open grassland are barely visible through the tree perimeter, and magic swirls around the entire island. A second island floats above it, water pouring down from it.

It's very peaceful.

Maybe, just maybe, it could be the Hermits new home.

See, they had a land- vast and wide, diverse and glorious. Then, the magic drained and the meteor crashed, sending ground flying and destroying acre upon acre. 

Doc appeared next to him, staring at the flecks of purple in the air.

"Captain, I have something that I must confess.. Something that I must get off my chest,"

Scar blinked, looking at him and flicking a grey ear.

"Until it is said, I cannot rest.. Captain?"

Scar had gone back to staring in the distance, a wicked grin on his face. Doc sighed.

"Doc, go make sure this island is secure!"

"Scar, there's only so much left we can endure."

Scar leaned on Doc's shoulder, tail curling around him.

"This could be our home, Doc! Whatever you need to say can wait some more!"

He pats Doc on the back, slightly pushing the larger man forward.

"Of that, I'm sure!"

"...Ok."

Doc grabbed some others, moving forward into the brilliant green wilderness.

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It was midday, only a few hours after Doc had left. Scar had taken to fishing with Cleo, recalling the terrors they'd faced to make it here. Cleo eventually suggested calling it Isle 9, as they'd faced 9 monsters on the journey.

Then, footsteps on the sand. They sounded hushed and quiet, making Scar look away from the lapping waves of the blue ocean.

"Doc, back so soon?"

He looked up at the sky. Not even 4 hours.

"Where's the rest of your crew..?"

There was a lack of people behind Doc, and he himself was covered in what looked like gunpowder and mud (?)

"By the gods, what happened to you!"

"We came across a palace.."

Doc hacked through the rest of the fauna, finding a pure white material that rose out of the ground, surrounded by swiftly falling water, brilliant in the sun.

His crew streamed out behind him, awing at the work of fine craftsmanship that was the palace. Not only was it pristine, but made of snow. Snow!

"Inside, we heard a voice.. it seemed to show no malice. To greet it was our choice,"

It was a plain, airy 'hello?' Unsure and shaky, the voice had called out. 'Hello?"

It sounded like a child.

Before Doc knew it, Stress was moving forward to the entrance.

Everyone followed.

"But nothing could prepare us for the power that awaited inside.."