MCYT Oneshots (Written by AI)

Tangled Lines (Grian x Scar)

As I've stated, less and less happy, also, I constantly keep forgetting what day it is-

TW! Angsty, as I stated in the last chapter, SH, I think that's it, again, angst, you've been warned

Grian had always found solace in the quiet rhythm of fishing. The gentle lapping of the water, the occasional tug on the line, the serene moments of stillness—it was a world far removed from the chaos of Hermitcraft. But lately, it had become more than a hobby; it was an obsession, a desperate need to escape the gnawing pain that consumed him.

His fishing spot was a secluded corner of the server, far from prying eyes. Here, he could be alone with his thoughts, his pain, and his fishing rod. As he cast his line into the water, he could almost forget the heavy weight that pressed down on his chest, the darkness that clouded his mind.

But the relief was always temporary. The moment the rod was back in his hand, the whispers returned. He wasn't good enough. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't enough. The sharp blade hidden in his inventory was a constant reminder of those thoughts.

He didn't want anyone to know, least of all Scar. Scar, with his infectious laughter and boundless energy, his unwavering optimism. Scar, who had become Grian's closest friend, his confidant, his rock. Grian couldn't bear the thought of dragging him into his darkness.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, Scar had noticed. The late-night fishing trips, the increasing distance, the haunted look in Grian's eyes—it all painted a picture that Scar couldn't ignore. He had tried to approach Grian gently, but each time, Grian would brush him off with a forced smile and a quick excuse.

One evening, unable to take it any longer, Scar followed Grian to his fishing spot. He stayed hidden, watching as Grian cast his line over and over, each cast more frantic than the last. And then, Scar saw it—the glint of a blade, the sharp, deliberate movements. His heart shattered as he realized what Grian was doing.

"Grian!" Scar's voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the silence like a knife. Grian froze, the blade slipping from his hand into the water below. He turned slowly, his eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Scar, I—"

Scar was at his side in an instant, pulling him into a tight embrace, then gently grabbing his arm. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "Why didn't you let me help you?"

Tears streamed down Grian's face as he clung to Scar, the dam of his emotions finally breaking. "I didn't want to be a burden," he sobbed. "I didn't want you to see me like this."

Scar held him tighter, his own tears mingling with Grian's. "You could never be a burden to me," he said fiercely. "You're my friend, Grian. I care about you more than anything. Please, let me help you."

Grian nodded, his grip on Scar tightening. He had been drowning in his pain for so long, but now, with Scar by his side, he felt a glimmer of hope. It wouldn't be easy, but maybe, just maybe, he could find his way back to the light.

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Grian's path to healing was long and difficult, filled with setbacks and struggles. But he wasn't alone. Scar was with him every step of the way, offering his unwavering support and love. And slowly, the fishing trips became less about escaping and more about healing. The water still brought Grian peace, but now, it was a shared peace, a bond that strengthened with each passing day.

Together, they faced the darkness, and together, they began to find the light.

Happy reading lovelies!!