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Where'd the mischievous Avian go?

Idea: Boredom, my boredom 

Fandom;  Grian, Hermitcraft and a very very, like one paragraph with a 4 mentions of a single fnaf character I have.

Main Character; Grian

Warnings; Grian-

Warnings;

Unlogical???????                   Angst??                     

        Watchers                Gore Maybe?

Not Canon!!!             Oblivious Gri

Takes place in S8! And the 8th meaning will be used just instead it means; Runaway watched of freedom, for this fanfic!

The story begins now

There once was a very energetic, joyful, mischievous, and well known hermit on Hermitcraft, Grian, Grian's past was unknown, no one asked questions and if they did they never asked Grian, this was due to when Grian first joined the server, Xisuma had told them that Grian didn't want his past asked about, Xisuma doesn't know it either Grian and informed him of that as he was running away from the Watchers. Only Pearl knows his past.

So let me tell you a little story....

Little did the hermits know that their short hermit, with a red sweater or jumper, black jeans, parrot wings, avian feathers in his dirty blonde hair, who had two mischievous black eyes, tumblewoord skin, and a mischievous personality, has a dark and traumatic past he hides and covers up. It was all until one day that they thought his last was normal....

[Grian's POV]

I was traveling to my starter base, and that is when everything happened.

The sky shaded purple.

The chat notified someone joined.

An alert went off...

I already knew what happened......

My eyes panicked, I started falling, flying into a hidden area I had built that carried a very special weapon, my weapon I had used to kill watchers as a player in Evo, I knew they couldn't force me to turn for I was the highest rank in the watcher world, and the only way a watcher can be forced to turn is if a rank that was above them had used a specific spell.

I grabbed my sword labeled as; Yaevia, named after my runaway watcher mentor.

(If you know the name reference comment to see if you're right!)

I smiled with glee, before using my rockets and elytra to soar over the server searching for the Watcher that had joined.

The chat notification rang.

⟨[ᓵᔑᓭ╎ᒲ╎∷] Tell me where ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ is!⟩

My eyes widened, the name was in the watcher language, Casimir, it is Polish for destroyer of peace...