SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

In My Head

guys

i

hate

heat.

send help it's supposed to be ninety after tomorrow...

(note: ik this is a dsmp song. don't care. it was MADE for this.)

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The sky is a hazy purple. It mingles with lighter and darker colors, mixing, but never fully. Grian is on flat land. It's covered in purple sage. There's something like a fog surrounding the area, grey and threatening. Turning the sky dark with it. Twisting the once vibrant colors into a muted area of dying plants.

Doom hangs in the air. It's not just a feeling, a superstition. It falls on Grian like an anvil, threatening to crush him. If the stiff air doesn't first. It's choky, stuffy and harsh.

It's familiar. Sickeningly familiar.

No.

Nothing's familiar, because Grian knows nothing. He doesn't remember.

(Was he ever meant to remember?)

HIDE MY MEMORIES AWAY.

There's voices. Something is moving through the fog, sending ripples through the sage as if it's water. The scene is shifting, Grian is falling into the dark halls of some obscure place.

And he remembers.

"You're the one who obeyed.."

The dark halls are falling, again. Pure fear is rushing through him, seizing his body.

"You're the one who betrayed."

Purple cracks are spreading under his skin, burning, burning, burning-

He's back in his base. He's home. He's fine.

Fine.

Grian sits up, taking a shaky breath. He looks beneath his sweater.

Thin, fading pink cracks trace his veins, sinking into his skin. He almost screams.

HIDE MY FEARS BEHIND A SMILE.

"Grian? You up?"

Grian shoves his sleeve down, eyes wide and fearful as Scar hangs in the doorway. He can feel the burn, slightly.

"I'll be out in a second.."

Scar disappears. He looks at the cracks.

AM I REAL.. AM I?

It's still burning. Why, what is it?

Grian feels delirious as he exits his bed, stumbling slightly to the doorway. He feels like something is wrong.

It's probably the marks. They bring with them the heavy sense of doom from the dream, beating on Grian's already strained heart.

There's whispers.

THE VOICES INSIDE ME.. THEY ALL TERRIFY ME

"Where did you go, Xelqua?"

"He doesn't remember, 1."

"Why don't they ever remember?"

Grian slid against the side of his doorframe. The whispers are loud, gaining traction. Footsteps.

"KEEP YOUR DISTANCE-"

Darkness is closing in. The cracks grow larger.

The voices are screaming.