Hermitcraft and MCYT Oneshots

Toxic

You never notice how toxic someone is until you breathe fresher air

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It was peaceful.
Too peaceful.

Grian was working on a section of his mansion, unnerved by how quiet it was. He decided to go to his hobbit hole, it was nearly the middle of the night anyway.

The winged hermit jumped down from the high ledge, and started to fall. He spread his wings out to catch the air, but saw a shadow. A shadow that looked like a certain bunny man.

Grian's breath caught in his throat, no no it's not him he's dead he's not here not again! The fact that he was still falling didn't cross his mind, but it did to a cyborg hermit.

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Iskall was flying around the jungle, looking for a new perspective on their omega tree of doom. Seeing as they didn't have enough resources to work on it, as well as it being the middle of the night, the cyborg decided to fly around the jungle.

They were going to look around Grian's mansion, seeing as that was the last build they wanted to see before returning to the IBB. The beauty of the magnificent build was not lost to Iskall as they circled the base, but that awe was quickly halted as they saw a falling red blur.

Reacting on instinct, they pulled the elytra wings as close together as they could to maximize speed. They only knew one hermit who had that specific color scheme, and the way they were falling frightened Iskall, due to the fact that one of their friends was falling to their death because of a flashback!

Now, death on the hermitcraft server wasn't permanent, but having a flashback while dying could get said hermit stuck in that state. Because that's bad, they needed to help him, now.

The cyborg swooped in at the last second, catching Grian a few blocks off the ground. Safe.

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Safe
He was safe

Grian let out a breath.

But didn't you think you were safe before? He found you then, why can't he find you now?

The winged hermit started to panic more, shivering in panic as familiar arms carried him to a couch in his hobbit hole. Familiar means safe, right?

He was familiar, but don't you remember what he did?

"Calm down Grian, it's just me, Iskall. I need you to stay calm, and tell me five things you can see, okay?" His vision returned, but was still blurring. Five things, okay he can do that. Hopefully.

"O-okay, uh, th-the rails, t-those furnaces, the f-floor, y-you, an-and the c-celing." Grian stuttered, panic abaiting a small bit.

"Good. Four things you can touch." The cyborg put a blanket on the other hermit, who gratefully took the item like a lifeline.

"T-the blanket, the couch, m-my sweater, my feathers." Grian's speaking became less erratic as he calmed down.

"Okay, three things you can hear." Iskall grabbed a thing of hot chocolate mix, and warmed up some water to make hot chocolate, which Grian accepted gratefully.

"Y-you, Professor Beak, and the b-birds in the jungle." He took a drink of the hot chocolate.

"Two things you can smell?" They sat down next to Grian, stealing another blanket, this time for them.

"The hot chocolate, and the jungle." Grian answered, stealing a pillow.

"And the final, one thing you can taste?" They looked at the now calmed down Grian.

"The hot chocolate. Thanks, this really helped." The builder seemed less on-edge than before.

"You're welcome, but may I ask why you were falling? You're normally a really good flier." Iskall said, confused.

" Eheh, it was nothing, just thought I saw something, it's weird how trauma works." He mumbled the last bit, then continued. "Anyways, you probably need to go back now, right?"

"Yes, but what was that you said in the middle?" The redstoner was worried.

"Nothing!" He replied quickly.

"I'm serious, you don't need to lie."

"It's just, I thought I could trust someone, and they stabbed me in the back." quite literally " I thought I saw him again, and I fell. " The winged hermit scratched the back of his neck. "It's pretty idiotic now I think about it-"

The builder's next sentence was cut off by Iskall hugging him. "No matter what you think, that was not idiotic. Now, you need to put that mug in the sink, then go to sleep. It's 15 'til one anyways, you need sleep."

"So do you." Grian pointed out.

"Hush, don't call me out on my hypocrisy. Now go to sleep." The redstoner activated the elytra and used a rocket to go fly back home, laughter trailing behind them.
The night no longer seemed so silent.

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