Hermitcraft one-shots

Perfect Murder

Warning: This chapter does include death of a character, and they don't respawn.

You got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine
Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name

Grian was rarely angry or upset, so when he sent quite an aggressive text in chat asking all of the Hermits to meet him at the Sahara meeting room most were nervous.

Doc and Ren were the first to get there, and they froze in the doorway at the sight in front of them.

Grian was standing next to a man with a blue shirt with suspenders and a pair of headphones, and tide down to the chair was a brunette male with a white bunny ears hat.

That wasn't what shocked them, far from it.

In Grian's hand rested a gun, and said gun was pointed at the brunettes head. And he was being so casual about it! He was having a casual conversation with the other dude about a dog that fell into lava and how Grian should have jumped in to save it?

The bunny man in the chair was tied up and had, what looked to be, layers of tape over his mouth.

As he spotted the two walking in he tried calling out to them, but his words where muffled by the tape.

This got the attention of Grian and the other person, who both then turned to the doorway in which Doc an Ren stood.

"Oh! Ren, Doc! I'm glad your here! The others should be here soon, so please sit down while we wait!" Said Grian in his normal cheery voice, as if he totally wasn't pointing a gun to someone's head.

The two Hermits hesitantly sat down on two of the many chairs in the room, "Uh, Grian my dude, why did you call use here?" asked Ren, deciding that asking what he was doing might not be the best of options at the moment.

The builder simply smiled and said, "Let's wait for everyone to get here, I don't really want to repeat myself to much"

Slowly the others started to trickle in, and every time anyone would ask a question he would simply wave them away and tell them "I'll answer when everyone is here"

Finally the last two people, TFC and Joe, entered and sat down.

"What's going on, Grian? Who are these people?" asked Iskall, concerned and confused about what his fellow Architech was doing.

"Well this is my brother, Taurtis!-" here he motioned to the headphones wearing man, who waved to the everyone "-And this is Sam, my friend"

He hissed out the word friend like the word was a most foul word one could speak.

But before anyone could comment Grian spoke again, "Now I want to know who invited these two onto the server? Especially Sam, I have no qualms about you inviting Taur, but Sam I do have a big problem with" he didn't raise his voice, but the controlled anger he used made the Hermits shiver. And maybe the fact that he nonchalantly cocked the gun at Sam had something to do with it.

Everyone kept there silence, no one dared confess.

Suddenly Taurtis walked up to the Convex and studied them closely before speaking up again, "These two did it, not on purpose, but they still did it"

Cub and Scar both froze, "How-how did you know?" question Scar, nervously glancing from Grian, to the gun and the back to the suspenders wearing man.

The ravenhead didn't answer and simply just smiled and walked back to where he originally stood.

Grian's shoulders slumped minimally, like some kind of weight had been lifted, "Thank God, I'd hate it if one of your brought Sam here on purpose"

"What has Sam done? If you don't mind me asking that is?" asked Xisuma, wanting to get as much information as he could.

Grian gave a hollow laugh, "Oh, were to start? Seriously wounded Taurtis, forced me to pretend that I was Taurtis, threatened me and several others at multiple times, kill at lest one person and so many other stuff that I wasn't there to witness" (it's been awhile since I watch YHS, so get of my back about the facts)

The Hermits were frozen in shock, not fully processing all of the information they had been given.

Finally Doc spoke up "So, what are you going to do?"

"Oh! I'm going to do this", said Grian as he shot Sam straight through the head, "I just wanted to know who brought him here"

The Hermits looked on in horror as the mans body slumped onto the table, blood spilling out of his head.

"Now I wish I didn't have to do this, but there is simply no other way" said the builder, regret clear in his voice and face, "Brother?"

The blue clothed man that stood besides Grian lifted his hand as it glowed both blue and red, and a ring of magic in the same colors appeared over each Hermits head. Soon they all feel unconscious and the glow stopped.

"What happens now?" asked Taurtis, looking up at his brother.

"We leave them here, go plant pranks at there bases, dispose of Sam's body, and then you leave" said Grian in a dejected tone.

The other gave a nod and soon both of them were of to do what was needed. Soon Taurtis was leaving with the corpse, which left Grian all alone once again.

He knew that his brother had other stuff to take care of, but he missed having someone he could rant to. No one here knew his past, and he wasn't telling them any time soon.

With a heavy heart he flew back to his base, ready to pretend that everything was ok once more.

And when everyone woke up, he lied and told them they all slipped. And when they sent him messages about how he made so many traps in one hour and how impressed they were, he lied and told them he had been planning this for weeks.

He lied, like he always did. Because at this point he was just a bunch of lies spread over one person.

But unknown to him, one person didn't forget what happened.

A pair of red eyes observed as he built on, knowing the pain behind the facade Grian had built for himself. The owner of said eyes sighed, knowing there was nothing they could do to help. At least not directly, so when they meet up with Grian at the end of the week they kept there mouth shut, hurting knowing there was nothing they could do at the moment.

Ok so, this was made in the car so sorry if it's shit. But I got this idea when I was listening to Copycat and I just had to write it down. If you have any questions about this feel free to ask, but be warned, there might be a long time before I can answer them.

And I once again remind you that requests are still open, and that I'm still taking Q&A questions. So send all that my way!