Grian Oneshots :D

Grian discovers another use for rope

WARNING ⚠️ ‼️ this gets hella angsty

Just decided to make a short sad one, ended up pretty depressing tho

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Grian always loved the feeling of a cold blade across his skin. A knife never judged him, it never thought he was annoying, or clingy, or stupid. It just did its job; it cut deeply into his skin, drawing blood, bringing him the pain which he so deserved.

He enjoyed the feeling of the pain. It allowed him to disconnect with reality, and, but for a moment, he could forget about his insecurities. It only had one major downside in his view. Whenever he stopped cutting, the thoughts would return.

The thoughts would fog up his head, making it impossible to think straight without breaking down. The knife offered temporary relief, but he knew that deep down he longed for a more permanent solution.

He kept on slicing at his skin. In the past, he had limited himself to only cutting on his thighs, where it would be much more difficult for anybody to notice his depression, but tonight he didn't care. He had almost resigned himself to the fact that he had finally reached his end, and so didn't care about hiding from the hermits anymore. He was only vaguely aware of the blood dripping down his arms and legs, only vaguely aware that pain wracked through his body.

Finally gaining a small amount of courage, Grian picked himself up and crossed to his chest of drawers, wincing partly from the agony of moving his deeply sliced cuts, partly from the knowledge of what he was planning to do. He pulled out a short stretch of rope and began to knot it. He already knew the knot off by heart, as he had tied it many times before, before chickening out at the last moment. But today wouldn't be one of those days, his resolve was unbreakable today.

He looped the now completed noose onto a hook on the ceiling, letting it dangle in front of him

He pushed a chair next to it and stepped up onto the chair. Grian gulped. But he knew that this was the only way he could truly be happy. With this thought in mind, he pushed his head through the noose. He smiled lightly.

Grian kicked the chair.

Mumbo's POV:

Mumbo was having a pretty good day, but he was worried about Grian. He had sent the small avian a couple of messages, and the gremlin hadn't replied yet. Usually for any other hermit this would have been fine, but Grian was always fast to reply, and always seemed to have his communicator on him. Huffing with annoyance that he would have to go and find his neighbour, he shot up into the air with his elytra.

The wind whipped across his face, but to Mumbo, it helped to calm him. He could see Grian's base coming closer. He noticed how considerable progress had been made since the moustached man had last seen it. It seemed that he would have to lecture Grian about overworking again. He landed silently, until he stumbled slightly.

"Damn it" he said under his breath. Recently he had thought he was getting better at flying, but clearly, he still needed to improve. He entered Grian's base and was met with a sight that sent him falling to his knees.

"No..." he croaked.

In front of him, hung up by his neck, was Grian, a final smile playing across his cold blue lips.

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Wow that was sad

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Anyway r u doin good today? Remember to eat and drink :)

-Cleary