Hermitcraft oneshots (Requests closed)

depressed (s.7)

{Trigger warning: major character death, suicide, selfharm, blood, angst}

If you are sensitive to any of these topics then please don't read this. I also want to say that I do NOT  support any form of selfharm or suicide.

That said, this oneshot was requested by Mooncommand I hope you'll like it.
I made myself sad while writing this :(

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Grian was heading back from a Mumbo for mayor meeting and was trying his best not to cry. It was already pretty late and he just wanted to get back to his base. When he joined hermitcraft he had been able to forget about those nasty feelings, but it didn't last long. He tried his best to hide everything and succeeded, but that only made him hate himself more. Why wouldn't anyone notice his cange of behavior as soon as they take of. Do they not care?

Just this morning when he stocked up the barge, Iskall came flying in and didn't even ask what was wrong, even though Grian did nothing to hide his feelings. He also wondered why nobody ever asked why he was always wearing his trutle neck sweater even though he lived in a hot and humid jungle now. In season six it made sense since he lived out on the cold ocean, but didn't it seem wierd to them now?

Grian landed in front of his hobbit hole and rushed inside, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he heard the sattisfying bang he broke down crying. Hugging his knees, he slowly started rocking himself back and forth, in a weak attempt to calm himself down.

Violent sobs ripped through his body and he was struggling for air. His body started shaking uncontrollably. He tried to take out his comunicator because it was buzzing like crazy. His barge prabbably ran out of stock again. He slowly tried to take out the small device and almost broke it in half. He checked his messages and noticed that they were all from EX, who seemed really worried about him.

Grian smiled sadly as even more tears started running down his face. EX was the only person he used to talk to, but after Xisuma banned him in season six, Grian was on his own again. He managed to free EX  with a device that he stole from area 77 and helped him sneak into season seven. After that their paths split for some time because Grian started to hide his feelings from him too.

Ignoring the messages that kept flowing in, Grian slowly made his way up into his bedroom. There he reached under his mattress and pulled out the shard of a diamond sword. It still had a few crimson stains on it from the last time he did something like this, but he didn't care. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and looked at his arms for some time. Scars, burn marks and fresh wounds were placed all over them. The only place he had left untouched for so long, was the place where it was also the most dangerous to cut.

He looked hat his veins softly pulsating underneath his pale skin and another sob rocked through him. He slowly brought the cold shard to his skin and made a deep cut, right through his vein. Blood immediately started flowing out of it and he already felt his body weaken, but the pain wasn't enough yet. More cuts started appearing on his arm until he lost the strength to even hold the shard. Everything started spinning around him and he felt himself falling foreward. He hit the floor of his bedroom and rolled on his back, letting his head fall to the side.

The pain started to fade along with all of the noises around him. Professor Beak landed next to him and started chirping terrified. Grian smiled sadly and weakly lifted his hand to pet his bird one last time. "Pesky.... Bird." He said, his voice broken and defeated.

Suddenly his front door shot open and a blurry figure started running towards him. Everything sounded like he was underwater, but he thought he heard that person scream his name. Strong arms lifted him up and hugged him. Grian slowly looked up at EX. Grians eyes had lost their shine and they were clouded over by so much pain that EX could almost feel it himself.

"Grian you have to stay with me, PLEASE!" Ex begged trying his best to stop the bleeding. After he saw the message in the chat, that a perma death wound had been inflicted on Grian, he already knew what happened and he rushed over as quickly as possible.

"Why!?", EX was crying violently as he hugged his only friend. " WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME ANYTHING GRIAN?! I'm your friend don't you remember!?" He said, his voice breaking. Grian looked up at him and his smile disappeared, his own and the tears of his friend staining his face.

"I'm sorry..." He simply said. "Who is going to take care of all your cats and professor beak now!? Who is going to start all of these amazing pranks and event's?! Who will stay with me when everyone else already left!?" Ex asked, but this time Grian didn't awnser.

"Please Grian you're my best friend! Grian please!.. DON'T LEAVE ME!" He begged, screaming while the last tear spilled from Grians eye. And so Ex just sat there, crying and hugging Grians limb body, for god knows how long, like that would magically bring him back, but it was to late.

"If I'd just been here sooner! If I had just noticed you hurting! I could have stopped you, I could have saved you!" He said and stood up, carrying the small builder bridal style. He stepped outside and as if the server knew what was going on it started raining. Thunder roared in the sky as EX left Grians hobbit hole and outside he was met with the faces of all the other hermits.

He looked up at them, lightning striking in that exact second. It lit up his unusually angry feautures as he looked at the other hermits.
"What are you doing here!? Did you kill him?!" Xisuma said and got his sword out.
EX just let his gaze wander from face to face for some time, completely ignoring his brother.

Stress was holding her hands in front of her mouth, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Mumbo and Iskall looked absolutely devestated and even they seemed like they were about to cry, after all they did call themselves Grians best friends. Scar was holding onto Jelli tightly hiding his face in her fur like he was trying to convince himself this was all just a bad dream. And the other hermits all reacted simmilar. Some already crying, some terrified and some looking like they don't want to belive this.

Another lightning bolt flashed in the sky and EX started screaming. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! HE WAS HURT AND YOU GUYS NEVER ASKED HOW HE FELT. YOU PROBABLY ALWAYS THOUGHT 'OH THIS IS GRIAN, HE'S PROBABLY ALLRIGHT' RIGHT?! WELL GUESS WHAT, THIS GUY HAD BEEN FIGHTING DEPRESSION SINCE SEASON SIX AND MAYBE EVEN BEFORE THAT. HE LOST EVERYTHING BEFORE HE CAME TO HERMITCRAFT AND YOU GUYS DIDN'T EVEN CARE ABOUT IT AT ALL! TO YOU HE ALWAYS SEEMED HAPPY AND YOU NEVER CARED TO ASK. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE HIS CHANGE OF BEHAVIOR WHEN EVER HE THOUGHT NO ONE WAS AROUND!?" His voice cracked at the end and he internally cursed himself, but when he looked at the hermits again almost all of them were crying. All except Xisuma.

"And how would you know about all of that?" His brother asked dangerously quiet. "Because he told me everything. He vented to me so much it was almost on a regular basis! But you didn't care did you!? YOU BANNED ME AND AFTER THAT, HE EVEN STOPPED TALKING TO ME! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE PERSISTEND, BUT NOW I'M JUST LIKE ALL OF YOU! I DIDN'T ASK AND NOW HE'S DEAD! He probably thought no one cared about him anymore!" By now everyone, including X and himself, were crying.

"He's right. We should have asked him how he was, maybe he would have told us." Mumbo said lifting his head from Iskall's shoulder, tears running down both of their faces. The latter only nodded unable to speak because of all the sobs that were threatening to escape him.

"Well it's to late for that now." EX said bitterly, as he made his way through the small crowd.
"Where are you going?!" He heard his brother ask and he stopped in his tracks for a second.

"I'm going to let Grumbot say goodbye to him and then I'm going to burry him infront of his mansion." EX simply awnsered as he took of, with Grian still in his arms. Leaving the hermits filled with guilt and sorrow over the loss of their beloved friend.