Grian Angst |~One Shots~|

|~Coding~|

Xisuma reverts everyone's skins as an April fools prank to ones of the past (does that make sense??)

TW: Uh two curse words, OhHh nOoOo TrAuMa, idk, mentions of nightmares ig and some self hatred, dirt. Yep. Idk I mightve missed something, pls don't get triggered 😔

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Xisumas POV

Maybe it was a... less than bright idea to mess with all of our members skins. It was supposed to be an April fools prank, me and beef thought it'd be funny if everyone woke up with random skins..... it went poorly to say the least..

As luck would have it, turns out I'm not as well versed in players code as I had hoped.. which is quite disappointing for an admin, but you have to start learning sometime neverless. And I'll just say that today was a more than valuable experience for me.. both knowledge wise and morals wise.

Hermits woke up utterly confused, which was the point. You could've even called it a 'successful April fools prank' .. could've, is the key word. It COULD'VE been successful. It COULD'VE been funny. It COULD'VE been all a harmless joke.... if everyone gathered and had one big laugh at it. Instead, people assembled, adressed the confusion, and laughed about it. The problem? One had not.

Grian.

He hasn't left his half finished base since the skin swap.. it's concerning to say the least. What's even more confusing is why the skins won't swap back. AKA, everyone is stuck with their old skins for awhile, AKA, I'm not sure the next time we'll see Grian. Oh gosh, what've I done?

Grians POV

It was a great wonderful truly fantastic morning, I had big plans for the day and sprung to life full of energy.

I sleepily rolled over on my bed, new wrinkles and indents pooling around my weight on the sheets. I pushed myself to my feet, feeling the small house creak beneath my feet.. something I have to fix, my base is only half done and is lacking proper support from below, making the flooring... I'll say sensitive to weight, or brittle. Good thing I have every intention of tackling that project today, although I'd like to set aside some time today for.. you know, playing some pranks and such. April fools has got to be my holiday.

I take a step forward, my wings sliding off the bed and suddenly pulling me back, stumbling against the wall. Damn, were my wings always this heavy and big..?

I move one wing over infront of me, carefully inspecting the feather... purple.. purple!? No no no no these are my watcher wings, what the heck is happening!?

I clumsily run through the house, the weight of my wings throwing me off balance as I near the bathroom.

A trail of bright purple feathers fell behind me, probably some old ones that need to be regrown, and I grip my bathroom sink trying to steady myself, leaning my new wings against the toilet behind me.

My mood now ruined, I stare into the glass mirror my reflection everything my eyes hated. Headphones wrapped around my neck, bright almost obnoxious blonde-yellowish hair, one eye purple one eye dark blue, green hoodie cloak thing, blue and red bracelets on both my hands, black pants. I was some sort of horrible cross breed of YHS, evo and the watchers. Besides the immediate horror that intruded me it was also an interesting reminder of how much I've changed and grown over the years.. the majority of change negative unfortunately.

But aside from that there was one more emotion currently in the spotlight. Panic. Fear maybe. Disgust?

This awful disfigured version of me, smashed and forced into one body, one form. There's no way someone could see me like this... too many questions, too many secrets I've worked desperately to cover in thick layers of chains and bedrock walls.
Too many answers. Too much of... me. I've turned into a giant map of all my trauma. Everything I poured so much energy and hours of my life into forgetting. It's almost like my usual skin, some sort of blonde with black eyes was a layer of clay and once that clay has been scraped off, this is what's underneath.