SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

We See you, Opal.

i'm working on something important 

so there might be a few more of these short lil guys dotted throughout the week, but ill do full one shots on the weekends trust

anywho horror!

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Darkness, glitching darkness and blood and the thin tendrils of disgusting sticky black wrapping around his limbs, his legs, his arms, burrowing into his eyes-

everything is blurry and gone and he's sobbing, when did he start sobbing?

he forces his eyelids to crack open. his vision darts everywhere, trying to focus on the flashing of the colors- dull, vibrant, dull, vibrant, dull, vibrant, dull- blood.

is he bleeding?

should he know that?

"We see you, Xelqua,"

of course they see him, they never look away, they never look away, THEY NEVER LOOK AWAY-

he refuses to glance at them, with their shuddering dark form. the sharp teeth that hungrily naw at his organs, his bone marrow itself.

"Your troubles are mile away!"

liar, liar, they ARE HIS TROUBLES-

it's hot and fiery and something is scalding his eyes, burning his pale skin to the blackened chalk just like all of his disgusting, disgusting, wretched surroundings-

a claw drags up his face. tantalizingly slow. he can feel it cutting through his flesh.

does he have flesh anymore?

if he wasn't bleeding then, he was now.

ha-ha.ha

"We see you, Xelqua!"

their forms are approaching, closer, closer, closer-

he tries to push back as blinding purple surrounds him, the weight of thousands of pupils glaring down at him settling deep inside him; in his very soul. 

"And in our eyes..."

there's a crystal ball of some sort, something of pure magical energy -he can feel the admin pool inside him stir- shoved in his face.

there's...

jimmy. and pearl. taurtis and netty and salem-

"you'll stay."

the hand curls around the ball. the world seems to darken; his surroundings turn to dangerous static screeching in his head on par with their haunting vocals. pin pricks against his skin; little needles where each pupil stared into.

reminding him he's always watched, he's always watched, THEY'RE ALWAYS WATCHING-

the black claws, the same ones that dug into his ruined flesh,

crush the glass.

grian crys out as pain wrecks his body; as their essence sinks into him, replacing the warm white of his world. he cries for the cut, the void. he cries as he watches flames through the shattered glass of the ball.

he cries because he is a failure.

he watches it all; the vines and the cobble turning to dust, the fire that licked at his friends, ripping their bodies into shreds like hungry, feral beasts.

he scrambles to grab hold of a shard. the surface is black and foggy. ash-covered, surely.

he doesn't want to see, he doesn't want to watch, 

HE IS NOT ONE OF THEM-

grian digs the shard into his eye.

....

the static goes silent. his vision blurs, darkening rapidly. blood on the floor, blood on his charred hands, blood on the stupid fucking glass shard-