MCYT Fandom Oneshots(On Hiatus)

💬Alternate Endings💬

This is copied over from my shitposts book since y'all might like it here. Fits better here anyway. Enjoy this stressful wholesomeness

A certain red-sweater-wearing hermit was stood in his living room, pacing back and forth as a group of people sat on the couch watching him.

"Is he alright? He's been pacing for a hour now.." One asked, their appearance that of a knight with dark armour.

"Grian does that when he has no clue what to do." Another responded, his dark grey metallic skin shining in the sunlight that streamed through the window.

The pacing man suddenly stopped and turned to the group, stern confusion and all around concern written in his expression.

"So you are telling me.. that all of you, besides Robot Grian and NPG, of course, are alternate versions of my friends?" Grian asked, earning a few nods and noises of agreement.

"Urgh.. tell me your names again?" He rubbed his eyes, dragging his hand down his face as he spoke.

"BadTimesWithScar, it's pretty simple." The one sitting on the floor scoffed, rolling his eyes only to get an elbow into the side of the head from someone else.

"HelsKnight. What a pleasure to meet you, Grian." The knight said, bowing with a slight bit of malice in their voice.

"I'm Evil Xisuma, though everyone really calls me Evil X or just E.X. because it's easier." The red figure leaning against the backrest said, looking up from his own feet finally.

Grian rubbed his eyes again, trying to process that a group of mostly strangers just literally appeared in his base.

A knock came from the front door, startling everyone in the room.

"G? You home?" It was Iskall.

Grian panicked slightly, but calmed himself then went to the door. He walked outside instead of staying inside to speak to his friend.

"What's up, Iskall?" Grian asked as he closed the door, turning to face his robotic eyed friend.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join me and Mumbo on a supplies trip. We found a good desert that would be great for concrete supplies." Iskall offered, gesturing to the mustached man who stood a ways away, playfully chasing a chicken.

Grian stifled a laugh at his friend who ran after the poor bird, but remembered the predicament he was already in.

"Not today, sorry Iskall. Maybe tomorrow! I got something to take care of before I get more supplies." Grian hated lying to his friends, let alone skipping on some bonding time with them.

Iskall nodded understandingly, giving a soft smile.

"Alright, have a good day then, Grian!" Iskall waved as he turned away, rushing over to stop Mumbo from falling into a hole that the chicken fell into.

Grian smiled at his friends, before heading back inside to see the group still awaiting him.

"So what now?" BadTimes asked, raising an eyebrow at the short hermit in front of him.

"I could call Xisuma, he mig-"

"No!"

Evil X had cut Grian off, much to anyone's surprise. He had been quiet mostly the whole time they had been there.

"Or not.. I'm not even gonna ask because I think I know the answer. Maybe.. Scar? If you don't have beef with him, that is." Grian looked down at the figure sitting in front of the couch.