Hermitcraft Oneshots

Friendships and Regrets (DeS au)

Part of my Demise with Extra Steps (Des? cause Des not good!) Au. 

A day in the life of Grian Ad. 

Warnings- referenced death i guess.  I don't know what I'm doing.

Grian watched mumbo move about his base. He had lazily stretched himself out over one of the walls lining the chest room, the warm sun on his back and the smell of the sea in his face. Mumbo shoved new things into a chest, trying to re-sort his chest system.

"Hey Mumbo!" Grian waved. Mumbo moved chests, shoving other items into the box.

Mumbo continued sorting his chest, not paying mind to Grian on top of his storage. Grian sighed, before standing and flying off. He floated around for a while,before finding iskall wandering around the shopping district. Grian landed next to him, not prompting any response.

"Hey iskall!" Stress called, cutting off Grian's own greeting.

"Oh hey Stress!"

"How you holdin' up love?"

"Ughh"

"That bad huh?"

"Better than before."

"That's good, so what are ya up to?"

"Oh, working on a new mini-game," Iskall held up shulker box. "I needed some building materials."

"Ahh! Well I'm super excited! Hope it goes well and," Stress placed a hand on Iskall arm, "Don't let Mumbo over do himself?"

"I wont," Iskall shook his head. "He really blames himself bout all this."

Stress nodded her head, before heading off. Grian wrapped his arms around Iskalls waist.

"It really wasn't his fault.." Grian muttered, ignored by his friend.

Grian let go, and walked away. He walked for a bit, heading toward the familiar walkways of Tortuga. Cleo was setting up more of her diorama, posing an armour stand to be handing a different armor stand a map.

"Hey Cleo!" Grian called,

"Oh, Hey Grian!" Cleo grinned, before waving him inside one of the buildings. Grian followed. "How you doing?"

"Its certainly a change." Grian looked down at his shifting tail. He wasn't quite sure why he had one, he had just waken up with it after-

"I bet,"Cleo said, interrupting Grian's coming spiral. "Can't be easy seeing pretty much everyone else move on without you."

"Its really not," Grian ran a gentle hand through his hair, dogging the small horns that poked through his hair. "Mumbo blames himself, Iskalls trying not to think about it, and no one else can see or hear me...and..its stupid."

"Whats up?"

"..."

"Grian.." Cleo stared at him, his tail guiltily curled around his ankles.

"I almost want someone else to die so i don't feel so alone at the moment." Grian finally admitted. "I know that's a stupid and selfish thought, everyone can't handle another death, especially so soon! But..."

"I get it." cleo nodded. Grian relaxed. He began to scratch at the scales covering is arms. "Don't pick."

Grian sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets. Cleo didn't blame him. Grian was a social person, and he was forced to only ever interact with her and her alone, it was close to tortue, and as much as Cleo could, she tried to ease the pain. But when your friend is a ghost, who can't be seen by anyone else, it's hard.

"Hows Tortuga coming along?" Grian asked, a smile returning to his face.

"Pretty good!" Cleo gestured at a new building, "I've gotta fun idea that's gonna look awesome when its done! But i might need some help"

"I Literally can't do anything BUT help!" Grian smiled. "That or work on the dead hearts mansion!"

"Your gonna have to let me see it eventually!" Cleo smiled.

"When it's done Cleo!" Grian laughed. "Be patient!"

"Never!"

short little thing here, not much. I'm going to work on some Stress and Grian in the Des Au next, and then maybe something for a different AU in the works. whatever. Requests are open if you have one i guess!