Grian Oneshots :D

It's a g-g-g-ghost!

New one shot brought to u by daydreaming during a carol service (which is where the church bit came from).

Also just a lil tw that there's some decently descriptive gore towards the start of this, so if that bothers u maybe just skip to the squiggly line...

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The sound of hurried footsteps echoed around the church. It bounced off the walls, hitting the hard stone bricks and reverberating around the space. He could hear slow footsteps following his, but didn't dare look back.

"Come here little buddy, this isn't how we play hide and seek is it? You hid, I found you, and now you're running? That doesn't make sense my songbird, does it?"

Grian began to run out of breath yet still picked up the pace. Weeks of being starved meant he wasn't as fit as he had used to be, and now Sam could easily trail him even walking. With a sickening feeling, he heard the grating sound of iron across stone as Sam pulled his knife across the stone of the hall. He turned his head, to see the cold red eyes staring back at him from the other side of the church, and began to hyperventilate. But looking back was a grave mistake; he tripped, something lying in the way on the floor.

A flash of pain hit him as he landed onto the cold hard brick, but he managed to push himself onto his back. But he was too slow, a hand was already on his collar and felt something push into his stomach. Pain shot through his body, agonising pain, and he screamed out.

"Oopsy daisy :D" Sam giggled. His knife was sticking out of his stomach, and had gone all the way through his body, scraping against the floor.

"P-P... please S-Sam," Grian gasped as blood leaked onto the floor.

"No Grian," the rabbit hybrid cackled, "you disobeyed me, now I have to punish you."

He dragged Grian across the floor, pulling him down the main aisle and pushed his body to lie against the altar at the front. With a wrench, Sam pulled his dagger out of Grian's body. The psycho laid it against the avian's face, beginning to trace his jawline and his cheeks, blood dripping down his face. Grian couldn't breathe. He tried to disassociate from the pain, but seeing his own blood strewn down the aisle just brought him back.

"You won't be needing this anymore now, will you?" Sam smiled widely, poising his scarlet dripping dagger in front of Grian's left eye. Grian froze.

"P-please," the avian's broken voice muttered, coughing up a little blood, "I'll... do anything."

But Sam seemed to have made up his mind. With a deft flick of his wrist, he slammed the dagger through Grian's eye, bursting it immediately, and crushing the front of his skull. He screamed in agony. Blood was streaming down his face, and the dying avian's vision began to fade. But before he could die, he heard a soft whisper in his ear:

"Remember, you deserve this Grian."

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"Come on guys, we don't have all day!" Impulse shouted to Scar and Skizz back in the van. Sighing to himself, he recalled how they always took way too long just picking up their equipment to leave. He supposed it was them delaying entering the house as long as possible; it wasn't exactly a secret that Scar was afraid of the ghosts.

Before them stood a grand church, reaching up to the sky. Recently, they had received several reports from people who said that they had seen objects randomly being thrown across rooms, and strange whispers in their ears, as well as an icy cold chill down their spines. These were all telltale signs of a ghost, so they had decided to check it out.