Hermitcraft one-shots

You break what you love the most, and he's destroyed

Grian was really enjoying his time on the Hermitcraft server, and he was enjoying the people their even more. One Hermit specifically, Scar. He wasn't afraid too admit to himself that he was crushing hard on the brunette, but he couldn't tell the other. And he didn't, to afraid of rejection.

Months went on and soon the build of happened, and Grian could feel the two get closer. They'd talk for ages about whatever, laughing together long into the night.

...And then the Hippies vs Area 77 thing started, and just like a switch Scar changed. He acted normal with all the other Hermits, but when with Grian he was cold, like the dirty blond was just someone in his way.

It hurt Grian, mor then he could ever imagine. And the builder just let it happen, wanting to believe it was all for the Area 77 act, but deep down he knows that wasn't the case.

He spent many nights thinking about this, and this was one such night. Grian was walking around the outskirts of Area 77, only glancing up briefly from the ground to look at Scar's, or Captain Angry eyes's, little house. What had happened between the two of them? Did he do something wrong? Or was Scar pretending all this time?

Grian was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't hear anyone approach him until the hilt of a sword was slammed into the back of his head, knocking him out almost immediately.

When he woke up it was in a holding cell, a Area 77 holding cell to be more specific. But this one looked to be smaller then the other, and in a completely different place to boot. Was this what they kept deep underground? One small cell? He expected more, but it might still be under construction so he didn't question it to much.

Grian was alone for four hours, thought it felt more like days (no wonder people breakout of prison, it's super boring), before he heard footsteps approaching his cell. Out of the shadows walked Scar, and it was a really cliche walk out of shadows too, ten out of ten!

"Took you long enough!" grinned Grian, not seeing Scar's cold look, "I was really getting board! Got any fun games to play down here?"

Scar was quite, not saying anything. Which unnerved Grian, Scar would usually say something, but the other was strangely quiet. But he did open the door and walk in, going straight up to Grian.

"Uh, hey Scar? What are you doing?" asked the dirty blond, finally noticing the cold dead look in the landscapers eyes, "Are you ok?"

Instead of answering the question Scar instead activated his Vex magic, using it to form chains he used to tie Grian down.

"Can you please stop?" asked Grian weekly, "This isn't funny anymore!"

Once again Scar avoided the question, he should get a metal for it at this point, "Hold still"

Grian didn't get time to question the command before a syringe filled with a shining red liquid was stabbed into him. He gasped out at the sudden pain. But that was nothing compared to what he felt when the liquid was injected into him, it felt like his blood was boiling hot searing pain spreading all over his body. He curled into himself, hoping the pain would either go away soon or that he'd fall unconscious, he didn't care as long as the pain went away.

Scar didn't seem the slightest bit effected by this, in fact, he was actually taking notes. After a few minutes of note taking he eventually left, leaving Grian to writhe in pain on the cold stone floor.

Grian watched him leave, tears gathering in his eyes, hurt and pain being the only things he could feel. But the hurt was soon also replaced by even more pain as he felt his skin tear and bones break, Grian was pretty sure you could hear his screams of pain all over the world. And just as the pain was fading darkness consumed his vision, and he accepted this and gladly fell into the land of the unconscious.