Tip the Scales

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The group of eight in the Grayscale world were mainly just messing around with each other. They were trying to learn their powers in order to use them properly, which was all T's suggestion. They were also learning more about the world. T helped, but also didn't. He didn't know what he wasn't doing as he kept saying.

Grian had decided to stop and rest, the others following him. Though something was off with the smaller boy. He hadn't noticed it either. But T had.

"Strange, Grian." The ghost shouted as Grian looked up, drinking from a water bottle. "You're color is like, fading or something."

Grian looks down to see what T means. His bright red dress was more like a dull gray. "Uhh, yeah. Do you know about that?" The boy questions.

"Nope, I don't remember anything about color fading. Probably doesn't matter if I'm gonna be honest."

The boy was slightly swaying as well, it has been a long day he'd assumed and believes that he just needed sleep. The others could see a need for sleep in the smaller boy and realized he would not admit it.

"Maybe we should call it a day and go back to our normal world." Impulse speaks up. "We all have our own projects to attend to and I'm sure the other Hermits could start worrying about us if we don't get back to work and such."

Tango nods. "Yeah, I was working on my mob farm. I kind of want to get back to working on that. Get to killing mobs I mean.

"Wait, how do we-?" Grian was about to question when T interrupted the windy boy.

"Touch your charms to get back. I'll be here waiting for someone to return then. Just gonna leave me by myself, sad."

T then looks around at the group. "Do we know what our charms are? Like do I need to tell you who has what and such? It should be obvious, you didn't have it before and now you do."

Stress shakes her head and reaches up to touch a bow set in her hair. Upon doing so, she fades into a pink light and becomes all shades of gray, well except for her bow.

"Well she figured that out quickly!" T chuckles at everyone's confused faces. More Hermits follow, fading into different lights before they turned gray except for the color their charm was.

Grian was the last one left. He felt exhausted but wasn't sure why. "It's my band right?" He reaches for it, looking back at T. The ghost just nods at his question, before floating closer to the boy.

"I'll see you later G, take care." The red and blue boy hugs the shorter one which Grian can feel. It's light and feels like it's barely there, but he can tell it is. He hugs back, unsure why the ghost was acting like this still.

T lets go and rubs his eye as Grian finally grabs the band. The sudden rush of colors coming into view caught him off guard as he took a moment to adjust his eyes, blinking them rapidly.

As he gets used to the colors again, taking a look around he realizes he is near Xisuma's area, which is pretty close to his ship. It was still night time so he had to take cover soon before the mods started coming for him.

Grian had made it back into his ship safely. He wasn't that far away which surprised him. He then got to his bed and just collapsed on it. He was much more tired than he realized.