Hermitcraft one-shots

We won't let you wither away (This is a story, not an update)

<Semi self projecting, angst, temporary death, no beta.

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Grian feel into the water under the concrete machine, which had once again been destroyed. This had already happened four times, this being the fifth. And honestly, at this point he could care less. He couldn't be bothered to fix it again, to rebuild it just to see it fall apart before his eyes. Grian didn't care that the water was soaking through his red sweater, he just wanted to lay still and not do anything. He was peaceful watching the waves beneath him splash up on the rocks and land, the gentle stream of the collection part of the redstone contraption caressing his cheek gently. He didn't realize how peaceful the ocean, or water in general was, maybe he should take more breaks.

Just as he was dosing of his communicator went of, startling him out of his previously sleepy state. He sat up slowly, grumbling as the gentle stream of water parted jaggedly, so unlike it had done when he was just laying still.

Sahara's broken again. What did you do?

It was from Iskall. Short and simply, such a normal thing for both him and Mumbo to ask their shortest member. But oh so hurtful to said member. Sure, Grian might take it with a smile, but why can't they see the hurt in his eyes? The seriousness and pleading when he asks them to stop poking fun at him and actually do something? Oh no they can't, their to busy making fun of him.

Sure Grian knows it's all in good fun, but his friends seem to forget one big thing; You can't poke holes in something forever and except it to stay hole, it's going to break eventually.

And they had poked to many holes.

Tears filled Grian's eyes as he clutched the communicator in his hand, Iskall's message still on screen. He glared at it for a few seconds before throwing it at a rock wall with a loud shout. Months with of anger making him throw it hard enough to easily shatter as soon as it made contact.

And just like that all the anger was gone, instead replaced by true and utter sadness and grief. He waded over to the concrete wall and rested his head against it, his fist coming to bang on the wall as he cried.

He didn't want this, this isn't what he wanted! He wanted to be happy, he though he was happy. But he was just fooling himself, he hadn't been happy for ages.

Everyday was filled with reminders of what has happened. War, competitions, infiltrations you name it. But he didn't want to remember, he just wanted to forget. But his fellow Hermits just kept reminding him, over and over again. He was so tired by it all, it was all to much.

They never focused on the actions Grian did, it was always the actions Grian did with others. And he was so tired of it all.

He stopped banging his fist, it was starting to really hurt, and just sat their crying his heart out. He doesn't know how long he stayed there, nor did he care. He just sat there, resting against a concrete wall as he let his tears dry. He wanted them to see his actions, to see him. But how?

A sudden idea came to him, Wither roses. It was a creative way to die, and strangely beautiful. To die in something that usually represented love, which now only meant despair and death. Maybe this would make them see him.

So he left his comfortable place in the water and made his way back to Sahara. He knows Iskall has wither roses up there, so he'd easily get them.

He got the roses and then made his way to the Dragon Bros bunker. On his way he grabbed a bed, as to set his respawn point. He then placed wither roses all around the bed, giving him the easiest way to die over and over.

He set his spawn point on the bed, and before he started the cycle he changed a few settings. Instead of announcing every death, it'd only announce every ten one.

He then stepped onto the small area of black roses, laying down as he felt the effect wash over him. It wasn't the same kind of peaceful like the water had been. This was peaceful in the way that he knew what fate that awaited him, and it put him at ease. So it was with a calm smile as he withered away for the first time of many. He soon puffed into existan again, the process starting for real.

It didn't take all to long for someone to find him, only thirty two hours. And it wasn't someone he except to see.

He had though it would be Mumbo or Iskall who would find him there, but instead it was Keralis and Bdubs. The two stood in shock at the top of the quartz stairs leading down into the main room, and Grian stared right back. At least until he withered away once again.

The two immediately jumped into action, Bdubs running and picking Grian up from the wither rose covered floor and getting him as far away as possible as Keralis destroyed them all.

"Why?" Whispered Bdubs sadly, tears streaming down his tan face, "Why did you do this to yourself?"

"I-I wanted you to see me and my actions as-as that, mi-mine." Croaked Grian, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"But at the cost of permanently scarring yourself?" Asked the raven head quietly, referring to the black patches of withered skin on Grian's arms.

"Did you s-see my actions?" Asked the dirty blond back, not answering the question. He smiled as Bdubs and Keralis both nodded, "T-the-Then my answer is yes, ye-s it was."

"It shouldn't be," cried Keralis, big eyes shedding tears like waterfalls, "You shouldn't feel like you need to hurt yourself for us to see you, that should never be a thing!"

"Would you have seen me if I didn't do this?"

It was such as simple question, but it hurt the two older Hermits greatly. Because no, they wouldn't have. They probably would only share a few passing words with Grian,never once realizing that something was wrong.

Neither answered, deciding to instead wrap the hurting Hermit in a hug.

After a few seconds of hugging Bdubs pulled back slightly, "Do you want to come to new Hermitville with us?"

Grian thought for a few seconds, before finally asking, "Can I have a garden? One just for myself?"

"You can get as many personal gardens as we can fit, Kotek, if that's what you want." Said Keralis, gently running his hand through Grian's tussled locks.

"Then I'd like to come with live with you."

And so they all left the bunker, all headed to the village owned by the two older me. Grian was riding piggy back with Keralis, the younger notably more calm and tired then before they left. As soon as they arrived they took him house hunting, he eventually found a house he was allowed to remake a bit to better suite his taste.

It only took him a few days to adjust to living with the two, and he was having such a good time too. Between gardening, taking care of animals and hanging with his saviors he was way happier then before. He had even started talking to them why he had done what he did.

And they were understanding, sitting patiently and listening to him, comforting him when they saw he needed it.

It was no longer Keralis and Bdubs of New Hermitville, it was now Keralis, Bdubs and Grian of New Hermitville. Or NIA as they like to call themselves at times. It stood for N for nHo (Bdubs), I for Idea (Keralis and Bdubs) and A for Architech (Grian).

And all of them couldn't be happier. Sure Grian still felt like using the roses from time to time, and sur he still wasn't ready to face anyone else yet. But he was getting better, and his now two new close friends couldn't be prouder of him for it.

<I don't really know what to say here except expect me to comment and vote more of other people's works (since I'll be getting back into reading them soon). And to remind you all that I appreciate comments more then likes. Other then that I don't have anything to say.

So have a wonderful time everyone!>