art stuff

Idk a Southlanders meets Hermitcraft thing?

This is sorta like the platonic Flower Husbands thing; not a real story, just something I wrote out of boredom that anyone could read and either expand upon or use as a reference, write it as their own story, whatever they want cuz I'm not officially making it a story. Anyway imma let y'all read this and then I'll put the explanation at the bottom. Here you go :)

Grian awakes knowing something is wrong.

It isn't impending doom, nothing calling out for imminent peril, no, just...something is not as it aught to be. It's like...you're in a warm room, warm clothes on and huddled in a blanket, and yet your body's shivering for no reason. It feels like that knowledge but just...existence.

Grian spreads his wings and leaves his home, heading for the pit beneath it. The Rift is humming more intensely, and he suddenly flares his wings out before diving to take Martyn's sword in his talons, ripping it from the man's hands with an avian cry. The blonde man looks at him, then his eyes widen as he looks at the one he was going to strike down and back. It's him, on the ground, arms and wings thrown in front of himself to shield against the weapon, eyes shut tight. Behind Martyn is Mumbo, Impulse, and Jimmy. Tim? Why Tim? The only time he saw him nowadays was the Life Games–wait.

It clicks.

This was–is–his Last Life crew, the ones he built a rapport with only a few months ago.

So why are they here, and why do they want to kill him? Or at least, why did Martyn?

Grian drops the blade, letting it clang loudly against the stone, then uses his foot to kick it behind him, out of sight and definitely out of reach of the man who'd previously wielded it. "What are you–what is going on here?" He demands, as Jimmy and Mumbo seem to finally clock that he's there. "WHAT?!"Jimmy cries, eyes wide, as Mumbo tilts his head and steps back half a step as though untrusting. "This isn't your guys' world, how are you here?" He continues, mostly speaking to Impulse and Martyn, who're the calmer two. Other Grian's begun to peek out behind his wings, confused at the commotion. "Because of him." Martyn growls, pointing at the Watcher. Grian folds his wings, perplexed. "What do you mean? What did I–or, other me–do?" He inquires. "He tried to kill me, and when I fought back, he brought us here." Martyn replies, revealing a small cut on his neck. "Boogeyman? But...I never became the Boogeyman." He wonders, and Martyn snorts. "Well, you did, so I don't know what to tell you. Get out of my way and let me finish." He states, but the Watcher shakes his head. He might not understand what's going on, but he knows that his other self is scared, and they aren't where they're meant to be, so they shouldn't risk killing someone in case A: they don't come back and therefore messes with their home and maybe some timeline stuff, B: there's something important to be found, or C: it just messes with things in general. "No. I don't know why you're here, but I know you lot are in, or supposed to be in, Last Life, right? What's going on? Where are you at? How is it you're all on red and Tim hasn't died yet? Or Mumbo?" Jimmy straightens with an indignant look on his face. "Excuse me?" Mumbo just gets more confused looking. "We're the last five left. We were living peacefully on Red, until this one tried to attack us." Martyn explains, and Grian frowns. "No, that-that's not what happens. We all split up. Tim dies, and Mumbo dies almost instantly after, because I killed them, Impulse, Martyn and I basically split up, and in the end, Martyn's the last Southlander, only to be killed by Scott when he tried to use an End Crystal. Scott wins." Martyn looks at Impulse, and Grian looks up at his other self, insurmountably puzzled, then warily stands up. "Scott died to Timmy. He shot him with a crossbow." He says, and Grian looks over to the man, impressed. "Good for you, Tim." Jimmy smiles a little, but then attention is drawn to Impulse as he shifts, arms crossed. "Now, I have no idea what's going on, but there's two Grians, and apparently they remember Last Life differently. This looks like an older version of that weird cave you made last I was on Hermitcraft, so I'll assume that's where we are. Or, some version of it." Grian nods slowly, he put that together very quickly. "Wait, really?" Mumbo says, taking a better look around. "Yeah. Does your Hermitcraft not have a massive purple thing?" He waves a wing at the Rift on the left, which warbles ominously.