[COMPLETED] hermitcraft oneshots & drabbles

⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ part 2 [Angst | Grian]

Same triggers as last time I think

nobody's pov

<XisumaVoid> EMERGENCY COME TO THE SHOPPING DISTRICT IMMEDIATELY.

<Iskall85> On my way

<MumboJumbo> Going there now

<JoeHills> What happened?

Xisuma hastily shoved his communicator back in his pocket, turning his attention back on Grian.

The smaller male looked extremely pale, his wings torn and ripped. He was losing blood, and he was losing blood fast.

"X I need you to help me with some potions," Stress said urgently, pausing for only a second before turning back to the tattered male.

Xisuma sighed, looking around him for any signs of the other hermits arrival before crouching down to help Stress.

Him being an admin allowed him some abilities, one being the abilities to sense other magical auras. And the aura he felt when he neared Grian was worrying.

His suspicions were proven correct as he analyzed Grian's wounds closer.

"Watcher Magic." Xisuma gasped, immediately realizing what had happened.

"X... what did you say?" The other hermits had arrived, some looking quite perplexed while others stared at Grian in fear, anger, sadness.

"It was watcher magic..." Xisuma said loudly, slowly standing up before taking a glance at all the hermits. "We need to get him to a bed. Right. Now."

The hermits realized what kind of situation that Grian was in, and some went over to Stress to help her move Grian's limp body carefully towards his base.

Grian  / ̇/ᒷꖎᑑ⚍ᔑ's pov

I groaned slightly, my head pounding as voiced started flooding into my mind.

"Mumbo he's stable for now. Have some water-" a female voice urged, only to be interrupted with screeching Mumbo.

"NO! HE'S CLEARLY NOT GOING TO BE OKAY. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS STATE-"

"Mumbo stop it. Yelling isn't going to help anyone right now." Iskall mumbled, rubbing his back in attempt to calm Mumbo down.

"G-guys." I sat up and coughed, causing everyone's attention to turn towards me. "Could you stop yelling?"

I winced slightly at their piercing stares.

"What happened Grian? You were gone for over three days!" Xisuma exclaimed, looking pointedly at the winged man.

Grian open his mouth to say something, when it all started coming back to him. The beatings, the threats, the blood. Grian's hands shook as he let the memories take control in his brain, tears forming in his eyes as he heard a voice in the back of his head

"ᓭᔑ||  ⊣𝙹𝙹↸ʖ||ᒷ .  ||𝙹⚍  ∴𝙹リ'ℸ ̣  ʖᒷ  ᓭᒷᒷ╎リ⊣  ℸ ̣⍑ᒷᒲ  ⎓𝙹∷  ᔑ  ∴⍑╎ꖎᒷ ." The voice briefly took over his mind, leaving Grian alone with his thoughts.

It was time.

"Gri... you okay?" Mumbo and the rest of the hermits have concern written all over their faces, frowns forming in place of where smiles should be.

Grian took a shaky breath, looking up slowly to face the hermits.

"I'm-... It's done." A soft smile creeping onto his face, his tired eyes gazing over the hermits.

"What do you mean 'It's done' dude? What's happening Grian?"

"Iskall, it's for the best. I-it's going to all be okay-y."

Grian's voice was getting weaker and raspier by the second. Everyone knew what was coming next, they just didn't want to admit it.

"Guys I promise, it will all be fine in the morning. Trust m-me."

"NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I REFUSE- Mumbo stop you know it's going to happen anywa- SHUT UP. Shut... up." Mumbo yelled, his voice getting more unstable until he was silently sobbing. Iskall offered a hug, Mumbo taking it gratefully.

"Mumbo, please don't cry. It'll o-only make this harder- especially for the readers- "

(Hey! My fourth wall! Sorry it's not like I'm the one dying or anything. Xel I swear to notch if you don't stop- Or what? You'll kill me? You're going to kill me once, why do it agai- XELQUA I HAVE AUTHOR MAGIC- )

"Guys," Grian started "You all are my family. I love all of you guys and you'll always be near and dear to my heart. But please, don't cry. Be happy, for me. I'd hate to see you guys hurt any longeR-"

Grian lurched forward in the bed in pain, gasping for air. It was happening, all over again. But this time, think of the pain but multiplied by 10.

"I love you guys. Goodbye" whispered the male before crying out in pain.

And then it stopped. Silence. Nobody dared to move, or even speak. Everyone just stared in shock at where Grian's body used to be.

The only noise made was when the communicators buzzed, and on them flashed the words:

<Grian died.>

WC: 695 (including that one argument with wall breaker over there- HEY! The name's Grian! Yeah okay, sure thing Grain. You little sh-)

hiya there!

sorry if this wasn't as sad as you were expecting. I may rewrite it, who knows.

also sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes I didn't proof read this lol

anywho I hope you liked part two/finale of : ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ !

Btw the title translation is: Help me

How ironic.

Moving on, I may be writing more angst and experimenting with things so welcome aboard this mess of a fanfiction! The next oneshot may be posted today, or tomorrow. Or next week. My three brain cells are working hard to make these oneshots :D

*BOOM*

Okay that's my cue to go! Remember to some drink water! AND TO BUILD RUSTIC HOUSES- NPC GRIAN SHUSHS I THOUGHT WE LOCKED YOU AWAY. NOPE! I'M STILL HERE, NPC GRIAN ALL AND ALL! And unfortunately we forgot to remove your voice box... Out of all the things we forget- ...SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

-Llama