GRIANAGST

Demise (G)

SEASON 6
WORDS: 1404
TW: Su!c!d3, Ropes, Raz0rs, bl00d
<AU/if you purposely do it yourself, you unlock perma-death>
Inspired by: The Manwha Su!c!d3 boy
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People were starting to put shops and mini-games in hermitville. The builder had thought of something else. He'd planned this since the start of the season, It was a game named demise, the last one to die was given a prize of a stack of diamond blocks.
Almost everyone in the hermitcraft server signed up to enter the game. Xisuma knew that you could respawn if you died on accident, by someone else or from a mob. But if you do it on purpose to yourself, you achieve perma-death. Xisuma was trying to fix this bug but no matter what he tried, it didn't work.

Xisuma strictly advised everyone who signed up for demise to not purposely kill yourselves. He warned the server to not do it for fun or thrill anymore and Grian was happy he heard the news.

The dirty blond-haired boy started to be more joyful and bright. He walked around, avoiding traps like he already knew they were there. The other hermit's were amazed at how he avoided their traps so effortlessly. The joyful hermit didn't want anyone to kill him, at the end of this game he was planning to do it himself anyway.
It's been a month now, a week until the demise games end. Grian boiled some rope on his stove to get rid of the sharp thread pointing out so it could be smooth and he could have a peaceful death.
Each day the small hermit would cut himself to sleep, he couldn't let himself go to sleep without feeling pain. The poor hermit kept having to throw away used ropes, old and bloody bandages, and never seemed to find a break from living this hell. Doc was found stealing from a store so he was put on garbage duty for the server. He had to empty and burn all the garbage he saw in parks and bases. Doc reached hermitville and looked around at the trash cans. He threw some into a raging pit of fire, burning the trash. He reached the last 4 rubbish bags and smelt a weird rotten smell coming from them.
"Oh jeez did something die-" Doc said, looking at the bags and seeing that ones open. He grabbed it and took a peek inside of it. It was filled to the brim with bloody bandages, dirty razor blades, and old and used rope.
The hermit gasped as he grabbed his communicator out to text xisuma but ended up texting public chat since he was getting frustrated that he couldn't find his contact.

<Doc> Xisuma, found bags of bloody bandages, old and used razor blades, and ropes in the trash while on trash duty, could you call a meeting?

<Xisumavoid> Of course I'll call a meeting, Doc you'll help me figure who did this since you found it, and Grian, since you're the maker of demise and the most cheerful person on the server, you'll help us too.

<Grian> Got it chief

<Xisumavoid> I told you to stop calling me chief-

<Grian> akjsks  @(・●・)@

Xisuma called a meeting on the server, they were meeting up in hermitville near the trash cans.
Doc made Grian hold the trash bag as he got ready to tell her server.

"We all know I found worrying items in the trash bags right? I asked Xisuma here to call you because I wanted to help the hermit that's suffering but just didn't tell us yet." Doc announced.
Xisuma walked around the crowd, asking them to roll up their sleeves, checking them.
Grian was sweating, he felt his heart drop even though there was no way xisuma would check him. Grian put on a forced smile on his face like he usually does and stood there, sweating and anxious.
The builder scratched his head while anxious as he sleeve dropped a little, leaving doc to stare at his bandages on his forearms the whole meeting. Grian and Xisuma didn't notice this but doc sure as hell did.
"No way it's Grian.. no way.." Doc thought in his head, staring at his bandages.
"Since we didn't find anyone we'll be checking next week," Xisuma said, excusing the hermit's.
Doc waited for everyone to go back to their bases until it was only the 3 left. Doc pulled xisuma aside and whispered in his ears.
"Xisuma, I have a theory."
"Yes, Doc?"
"You know how Grian was the only one other than us that you didn't check right?"
"Uh, yea"
"Durning the meeting Grian lifted his arm to scratch his head then I saw his sleeve dropped, revealing bandages. As the meeting went on I watched a red liquid seep through the bandages."
"Oh no does that mean...?"
"Yes, it means that the person who threw away these items may be our happy gremlin Grian."
Xisuma sighed.
"Doc I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"A month ago I was on trash duty and also saw the same things. Same color bandages, same color blood, everything. Doc."
"Yes, xisuma?"
"Grian hasn't been doing this for only a week. It's been months by now doc."
Doc sighed, he swore on his life that he'd protect all his friends and he thought the little gremlin boy was happy until now. They both watched Grian fly back to his base and decided to follow him. They snook Up behind but as soon as Grian landed he ran into his bedroom and shut the door. He forgot to stop the rope from boiling over on the stove and forgot to clean up the bathroom sink and bath.
The builder broke down the second he shut his door closed.
Grian started crying, anxious if doc noticed his bandages or not. He gave up and realized today was the day. He rushed out of his room and took the rope out of the pot and dabbed it dry. The builder went back to his room, closed the door and hung the rope up, and tied it into a noose.
Doc and xisuma gave one worried look at exact other and then realized what was happening, they rushed down and tried opening the door but noticing it was locked. The aggressive knocks on the door made the hermit anxious. He stood up on a chair and put his head through the loop. He sighed but was caught off guard by the two hermits breaking down the door. Grian slipped and pushed the chair down behind him, making the noose tighten and squeeze around his neck. "GRIAN!" Doc swung his sword at the noose, cutting him down. Grian coughed as he hit the ground. "Grian what were you thinking!! Xisuma yelled as Grian backed away from them.
"Grian this is dangerous you could've unlocked perma-death!!" Doc yelled.
"d-doc... t-that's.. exactly what I want to achieve doc..," Grian trembled, panicking and trying to find any leftover razors.
"Grian.," Xisuma said as he stood beside the panicked hermit.
"X-xisuma-.." Grian's breathing started to become erratic as he panicked infront of them.
"Grian? Hey Grian are you okay?" Doc said, running over to the builder and trying to get him to calm down. Doc hugged him, not knowing what to do other than giving hugs.
Grian felt as if he couldn't respond. His throat closes up. His vision getting blurry and his eyelids closing, passing out in the warm arms of his friend.
"Grian?!" Doc felt him lay down but when he saw Grian, passed out in his arms.
Both of the hermit's sighed in relief.
Doc laid the hermit on the bed, covered him with blankets, and waited for him to wake up.

Grian woke up and heard 2 men talking above him, the hermit rubbed his eyes and got out of his bed, and turned on the lights.
"Xisuma? Doc? Why are you at my base, did you guys need some spare rockets or something?"
"Grian, you don't remember?" 
"No, I don't remember- remember what? I don't recall anything that happened yesterday come to think of it."
Xisuma and doc sighed.

It's been 2 months now, Grian is playing tag with his best friends, happy as ever.

Might be a part 2, don't hope for it I kinda gave up on this Ngl