Hermitcraft Oneshots and AUs (Season VI And VII) ((FIN))

angst/crack/concept-The URAO's

Third person

Screams echoed in Grian's ears as he desperately ran, one of his wings in a meek position, the webbing torn and the bones cracked.

A voice called after him and the trees shuddered as someone-or something-jumped from branch to branch. "Stop! Stop in the name of the law vampire!"

He ran faster, tears dripping down his face. He didn't kill them. He didn't kill them. But since he was a vampire, if he was on the crime scene or nearby, he is automatically a suspect.

Specism, that's what it was. Plain and simple.

He shook his head and heard the control officer-A lemur mutant, to be exact-get closer.

Why was he running, if he was innocent you ask? You haven't seen how unfair it is. Nearly as bad as witch trials, which go like this:

Terrified player: No!

Judge: THE DEMON IS CAUSING THEM TO REFUSE THAT THEY ARE POSSESED! HANG 'EM!

Or like this

Judge: Are you possessed?

Terrified player: Yes!

Judge: THEY ARE FIGHTING THE DEMON! FREE THEM AND SEND THEM TO THE PRIEST!

If you said you killed them? Execution or jail for life.

If you said you didn't? They would twist your words and send you to prison.

Therefore, when Grian realized there was a cliff ahead, he regained motivation. He wanted to die on his own terms, not in prison or on gallows.

As he ran, the officer realized what he was going to do "Stop! Your trial awaits!"

He grimaced as he hit the clearing and purposely fell off the edge, and turned back down, his hair ruffling in the wind.

He closed his eyes and waited for the impact. It didn't come. Something hit him from the side and held him bridal style, the flapping of wings prominent in his ears.

Grian opened his eyes and looked at the player who had caught him. A Siren. A gal, with blonde hair. "What the..." An Accused. There was a couple of species with a rap and was treated as badly as the vampire.

The Siren, for their voice.

The werewolf, for their 'manipulativeness'.

The mob hybrids, for their 'danger'.

Admins, for their 'power'.

And more.

"Who are you?" The Siren grinned at him "The name is False. Part of the URAO."

A confused glance from the vampire. False sighed. "Ugh, the government is always hiding us. The Underground for Rights of the Accursed and others."

Grian went silent "...How did you find out? That I needed help, that is."

False rolled as she dodged a large tree at the bottom of the ravine "Well, we have people everywhere. The police, the black market... everything. Oh, do you want to fly on your own?"

The vampire cackled "Ya think I can fly with this wing?"

False cocked her head and adjusted her hold on Grian and inspected his wing "Oh schist! That looks like it hurts!" Grian looked at her in bafflement "...Did you just say schist? Like the rock?"

The Siren smirked "Yea, Joe doesn't like us cursing, so we improvise."

Grian sighed "I have no idea what your trying to imply." False chuckled "It makes more sense when you meet him. The base is coming up here in a moment." False turned the corner tightly and went upwards, flying through a solid rock.

This resulted in quite an explosive reaction from Grian "HOLY SCHIST!"

False laughed loudly and landed, setting Grian down, and stuck her hand into a bowl of... slime stuff?

It lit up a yellow, then a green and a gateway opened. Grian hesitantly followed False into a large cavern. It had railing and multiple people could be seen running around, talking and other stuff.

When they realized False had walked in, the entire area exploded with excitement seeing the newcomer.

The chaos was calmed down when someone walked over and asked False "So who's this?"

False waved her hand at Grian "This is... Wait I never asked you for your name?"

Grian hesitantly smiled "Its Grian."

A new player joined the conversation. "Hun' you need that wing treated."

It was a nymph, a strongly powered one at that. She had a hand on his wing, and let a frost spread over it, numbing it instantly. Grian was surprised by this and touched his wing "Huh."

The nymph stated "I'll take you to the infirmary." Grian glanced nervously at the only person he (slightly) knew. False smiled at him and exclaimed "Stress is chill! Pun intended!"

The vampire relaxed a bit and followed the nymph to the infirmary, where she asked him "You alright with us sedating you for this? We are gonna have to redo your wing bones with prosthetic's hun'." Grian joked as he laid down on a table "Totally going to want to be conscious why you surgically remove my bones and replace them with metal. Also, how can you tell they need to be replaced?"

Two others joined them in the room as Stress stated "Wing bones can't regrow in vampires hun'."

The two new members was a male sea nymph and a male earth nymph.

Right before Stress injected him, he joked "Seems all the doctors in this places are nymphs!"

Scar and Joe both cracked up and Grian's head dropped unconscious.

No sequel.

Cramsalesman OUT

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