SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Spanish or Vanish (Drabble?)

Takes place after, 'The whole Being Dead thing,' now during Last Life.

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Last Life. With the so-called 'Hermits' and 'Empires' servers. Why was he back? Well, that's for Xunle to know and Xeyla to shrug off.

Though he didn't know, and frankly didn't care, the others clearly did. Even the newbies.

Which is how Grian ended up being dragged by the arm down into a little cove by Ren, which contained at least 5 of the current players.

"Are you sitting down? We need to talk."

He observes the players, realizing they'd blocked the exit. With no other option, he sits.

"You made a promise,"

Ren is leaning forward slightly, his green eyes studying Grian.

"Rain, snow, or apocalypse.."

It's from someone quieter, and Grian glances around the crowd to find it before Ren snags his attention.

"You said you'd stop this,, this thing you have going!"

Oh, so they think it's him? Bullshit.

"I ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣ ᓵ𝙹リℸ ̣ ∷𝙹ꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ,"

The canary, Jimmy, a moth, and someone with a green headband recoil at his instinctive use of Galactic.

"I リᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ᓵ𝙹リℸ ̣ ∷𝙹ꖎꖎᒷ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ"

"is that.. galactic?"

Shaky tone from the headband. Weird.

"Sℸ ̣ 𝙹!¡ ʖ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷╎リ⊣ ᒲᒷ,"

He does attempt to stand up, but Ren lightly shoves him back down into the chair. He narrows his eyes.

"I'm not joking."

The thinly veiled threat is clearly not caught onto, because when Grian tries to stand again, he's pushed down.

"Stay seated."

"I'm not a dog."

Ren rolls his eyes.

"When I say I'm bout to up the stakes.."

Grian does manage to stand this time, partially flaring his wings and letting magic drip from his fingers.

"I⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣ f⚍ᓵꖌ o⎓⎓, ||𝙹⚍'ꖎꖎ ᓭᒷᒷ ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑ!¡!¡ᒷリᓭ.."

It's either Fuck-Off(TM) or vanish,"

His use of strong language shocks the people more than his galactic, which says a lot about their home servers.

"Iℸ ̣ 'ᓭ リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ᔑ ∷ᒷᑑ⚍ᒷᓭℸ ̣ ,"

He slightly got the point through, but no one understood the galactic. 

"I demand it."

"And since when have you had power?"

"Two choices, Fuck-off or vanish,"

It's Ren again, taunting him. 

"╎ ꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ ⍑⚍ᒲᔑリ ⎓ꖎᒷᓭ⍑...

I'm ⍊ᒷ∷|| famished.."

Weird, frightened looks. Only Jimmy and headband could really hear what he said, from their worse reactions, but still. Got the point across.

"Fuck-off or vanish!"

Grian stepped closer to Ren, eyes glowing and hands matching the threatening aura of magic suddenly blooming in the room.

"Grian, this isn't you!"

"I ↸𝙹リ'ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹ꖎᒷ∷ᔑℸ ̣ ᒷ ᓭℸ ̣ ⚍!¡╎↸╎ℸ ̣ ||,"

He grinned ominously, pushing past Ren.

"I can't stand this.."

Another threat, but this time they got it! Good job! However, ever determined, someone did grab his arm. Grian spun around, still trying to back up into the exit.

"Pick one, it's fuck-off or vanish.."

The grip loosens. Grian aggressively pulls his arm free, backing away.

"I'ᒲ ꖌリ𝙹∴リ ⎓𝙹∷ ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣ ⍑ᒷᔑ↸ᓭ... like a praying mantis!"

Then he turned and practically sprinted away, determined to escape his fate with those weird strangers that just had to be obsessed with the other-him.

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