SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

There I am!

i love living out my dream of being able to animate (and draw humans) via writing lol

anywho

rip martyn

--

There I am! 

Martyn encircled his hand around Grian's green-clad waist. He had his stupid Zelda get-up, which he couldn't remove (that much was obvious considering how atrocious the outfit was). They were posing for a picture.

He's grinning, Grian is grinning, although it's slightly funny because Grian is... about 4-ish inches shorter than Martyn, and their pose is slightly curved. He's looming over the blonde.

There I am again!

Martyn dug his fingers into the fabric of Jimmy's shirt. He's screaming, trying to rush forward and snag his shaking brother's hand. Nails dig into Grian's shoulder.

It weeps blood from the creature's claws.

A mask flashes infront of his eyes. Martyn freezes.

eyes loom over him.

I am the rot and the 

Fire, black void fire, burning up their village. his home. the stark contrast of the listener's symbol against the purple magic constricting around his throat, blurring his vision-

ᔑᓵ⍑ᒷ

Three hearts blinking infront of him, laughing. the strands swirling around them, too.

beneath your skin

He forces his eyes open to the blinding white of day. Grian flares his wings out, drawing everyone's attention.

"Welcome, folks, to 3rd Life."

I am the ᔑリ⊣ᒷꖎ sent down from above

For a second, Martyn thinks he sees the sharp royal color of the Watchers shoot up Grian's delicate feathers, the white mask adorn his face.

Sharp fire, like the one that ate away at their admin-less world, burns in his gut.

I am the cancer 

Martyn remembers look upon Grian, his towering shrine of sand, the mocking expressions and manipulation.

"He must be trapped, Ren."

"He is a liar, my knight."

When wasn't he?

swimming deep in your ʖꖎ𝙹𝙹↸

It didn't take long for the war to wage. For Dogwarts to grow tired of Monopoly Mountain's narcissistic tendencies and expert word play. They could not allow this, this false lord to reign supreme.

Praise be the heavens, 

The harsh sound of TNT echoing far too loudly in his ears-

"Don't be a dog, be a god."

Laughter. Who is he, a flimsy mortal, to claim godhood?

Sharp claws dig into his shoulder.

"It is not yet your time,"

They spit. Martyn cowers in the face of it, the deep pressure shoving him down. Their magic, more pure then anything he's ever touched-

"Green one,"

They mock.

He's flung back into the present, images of  

g

o

d

flashing in his mind.

praise me I'm the ꖎ𝙹∷↸!

Grian's purple crown flicking over his head, black pupils following Martyn's ever move-

the ticking of a clock.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Time's almost up.

He refuses to loose.

In the end, all he's called is a traitor, wearing his bloodstained circlet, staring at the angel, the one who felt 'regret'.

praise be the heavens, 

He isn't allowed peace, though. Martyn finds himself in the familiar darkness, a cobbled hall forming around him. Stained glass, each depicting those who had won before him-

praise me i'm the ꖎ𝙹∷↸!

That stupid Watcher, looming above it all, a title etched into the stone underneath his window.

'THE LOVERS'

Martyn wants to laugh. He always found a way to be better than everyone else, huh? That's why he was taken?

Something's cutting his hand. He uncurls his fingers- a shard of glass. Blood trickles down his palm as he presses the sullied piece into an open window in the center.

Martyn watches, stunned, as the window seems to build itself. A green aura eclipsing the surroundings in the mural, his crown dripping slowly with the blood of those he killed.

Underneath is a single world.

'JUSTICE.

Upright: cause and effect, clarity, truth

Reversed: dishonesty, unaccountability, unfairness'

He watches his window slip upside down, taunting him, marking him as the traitor.

Yet, he's always been the most loyal of them all.

--

idk how much i like this one, however, i like the idea of every evo member harboring SOME resentment towards grian.

i feel like grian wouldn't explain why he left nor what happened with the watchers, leaving them to draw their own conclusions- people like jimmy would be hurt, suspect foul play, pearl would be PISSED,

and i think martyn would foster that deep hatred of his admin for abandoning their world to become something larger then life. Martyn would presume that Grian wished to become that, he was given a choice.

of course, they're all emotionally stunted queer baiters so no one would actually say anything