HAPPY NEW YEARS FOLKS!!!
I have acquired
snake bones necklace
also
I want a snake now
(parrot snake. I NEED ONE)
anywho, this oneshot is special- more at the end ^^
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Hell is many things.
One could consider the Nether hell.
Personally, Doc thinks it's this situation specifically- somehow, Grian's stupid time machine had managed to just... rip the fabric of time and space into itsy bitsy shreds, which means they have to find said shreds, which have been scattered in alternate universes incredibly unlike their own.
Aka, they're in a new universe.
Where HermitCraft never existed.
Oh-ho-ho, this was about to get royally fucked.
They'd found Grian's alternate first, who lived in a dark little run-down cottage house in the hub, covered in vines and various other plants, and he was, effectively, a mess. He wasn't wearing his iconic red sweater- instead, an oversized black graphic tee over a black croptop, and pajama pants.
Current Grian, who's standing, back to the wall with the rest of the hermits, looks sickly- dazed, mostly. Alt-Grian is similar- but his knees are pulled to his chest, and he's fidgeting with a cigarette as if considering smoking it. There's a pack next to the worn down couch he's sitting on.
"...tell me,"
The TV is dully playing in the background, possibly the only source of light in the whole house. Frankly, it's depressing.
Ironic too, considering this Grian's pretty little rose gold glasses are cracked in multiple places. They can't be of use anymore, surely.
"why does it sound so easy to breath, on tv?"
"So Grian becomes a chain smoker if we weren't around. Wow. Let's move on, eh-"
Doc's tone is a little too biting, too snarky, sure, but still. It's... strange for someone so happy. Grian elbows him with a pointed (disgusted? That.. hurt) glare, urging Doc to take another look.
There's 2 empty prescription bottles next to the cigarette pack- Xanax & Prozac? They're tipped over, caps a few inches away. Nothing is inside the dark, translucent orange, besides the label on the front proclaiming what each bottle is.
...
Alt-Grian looks like he's just had a panic attack before they'd arrived. Figures, considering Xanax is an anxiety medication. Why wouldn't he refill it?
Prozac is for depression & paranoia.
That explains it, then. Mostly- maybe he's scared of getting kidnapped or something. Although one would presume he would refill it before he ran out..?
..
Maybe that was expecting too much. He didn't look very.. er... stable.
"I can't see, why it sounds so easy to breath.."
So, Grian's got a few disorders. That makes sense- Doc hadn't snooped through his stuff before, but being one of the more secretive hermits when it came to background shit...
He feels like he's missing something.
Grian takes a deep, unsteady breath.
"I'm popular here."
The words are too bitter to be appreciative. What does he even mean by that-? He's... alone here. There's no one to be popular with.
He's alone, shivering in the black of his stupid house.
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