Hermitcraft one-shots

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--:--: It has been 10 years since Grian had seen anyone from Hermitcraft, 10 years since they took him, 10 years since he lost everything he loved :--:--

Grian stood in front of the portal leading to the Hermitcraft server, hands shaking.

Memories flooded his mind, and he just stood there, letting them come at him in waves.

The weight of a hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his transe. To his side stood a young teenage boy, he had medium long red hair in a ponytail and a pair of violet eyes. The teen also wore a light blue hoodie and a pair of gray pants, and a pair of black fingerless gloves.

"It's time, I have added you back on the whitelist, so your free to go in" spoke the redhead, gently nudging Grian towards the portal.

He nodded and entered Hermitcraft for the first time in a decade.

Once through his emotions really caught up to him, freezing him to the spot. Everything looked the same, sure there were fewer trees, but it looked the same. Waiting for the teen to emerge from the portal, he remembered everything that happened on this server, the laughs and tears.

Just as the teen set foot out of the portal the sound of rockets filled the air, and soon two figures emerged from over the tree lines. A large smile spread across the teens face, "Dad, Pa!"

The two men, one who was a creeper hybrid with cybernetic enhancements and the other in a green and gray suit with a gray helmet with a purple visor, went over to the teen and brought him into a big hug, "Arlo! Did everything go smoothly?"

Arlo smiled at his dads and went on to talk about what he'd been doing of the server, the two newcomers almost didn't see that Grian was there. It was only when Grian backed into portal frame, making a thud sound, that they looked to him.

Both figures had their mouths agape, but one was blocked by a gray helmet.

The creeper hybrid was the one who spoke first, "Grian? Is that you?"

The sweatered man hesitantly raised his hand in a small wave, "Hi Doc, X"

Both of the aforementioned people were frozen, but Doc soon broke out of his trans and his face turned dark. He marched up to, the now slightly cowering, Grian and roughly grabbed him by the shoulders.

"How are you here? How are you alive? And why didn't you tell anyone! Mumbo, and everyone else, have been mourning you for years! And now you show up here all out of the blue? What is going on?!" Doc's tone was low at the start but it gradually got louder and louder until he was screaming in Grian's face.

Alto and X both stood back, the latter holding the other back. Doc needed to get this off his chest now, not later. So they just stood back as Grian was berated over and over. Soon the creeper hybrids shoulders slumped and he brought the smaller, and far too skinny for comfort, hermit into a bone crushing hug.

"Why did you leave, Grian? Why? Please just tell me why?" pleaded Doc, burying his face the dirty blondes hair.

"I- I didn't mean to! They gave me no choice! I'm so sorry!" sobbed Grian, letting all the emotions of the situation boil over. And he remained there, sobbing out his apologies. But I noticed something odd.

"Grian, where are your wings?"

Everything stopped. Doc took a step back, and sure enough, no wings rested on Grian's back. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was on his back. Except of course two pumps on Grian's shoulder blades.

Doc's eyes widened with shock, and after a few seconds of staring he asked the question, "Grian, did... did someone cut of your wings?"

The man didn't answer, but Doc could guess that that was the case judging from how Grian seemed to hug himself, tears gathering in the corners of the dirty blonds eyes.