Sorrow(A Hermitcraft Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Grian P.O.V.

Grian woke up, confused.

Why was he in the washroom?

Oh yeah.

Doc was dead.

And the Hermits blamed him.

He didn't mind, as it was all his fault anyway.

It still hurt, though.

And if he remembered right...

He had started cutting.

Grian looked at his arm, and sure enough, the scars were still there.

He really needed to stop this whole healing thing, as it was kinda annoying.

After all, he needed to suffer.

And nobody would stop him.

Grian knew that his thought patterns were considered toxic, but he didn't fucking care.

It was what he deserved, dang it!

However, he needed to get out of here. It would look suspicious if he didn't go anywhere.

And he didn't need the Hermits thinking he was suspicious.

If they thought he was acting weird, they would investigate.

And if they investigated, they would find out about the cutting and try to stop him.

Grian couldn't have that.

So he decided to leave.

Before he left, though, he decided to put one more cut on his arm.

After all, he deserved it.

Mumbo P.O.V.

Doc was dead.

Dead.

And it was all Grian's fault!

Grian had betrayed them.

They had helped him when he had mysteriously arrived on Hermitcraft, and he turned on them!

Speaking of which, his arrival had been shady as fuck.

Grian had just arrived here, he wasn't even invited!

Why had they helped him?

Doc was fucking dead because of Grian.

And it hurt.

He had trusted him.

Grian, a bit of a prankster, but still good overall.

Ha.

They were fools.

Why did it hurt so much?

Why couldn't he just accept it and move on?

He didn't still care, right?

Right?

Maybe.

Maybe he did.

Damn it, he still fucking cared!

X P.O.V.

Xisuma was looking to see if there were any glitches in the code.

It was the only other option.

He wanted to believe that none of the Hermits wouldn't kill each other, but he couldn't be sure.

Hermitcraft's borders were very safe, but Grian had managed to find a weak spot and someone could have followed him here.