GRIANAGST

Verbal

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SEASON 7 !REQUEST!
WORDS: 1434
CONTENT WARNING: VERBAL AB^SE, FORCING, PHYSICAL AB^SE CRYING, BROKEN GLASS, BLO0D, YELLING, BURNING, SWEARING
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Sam joined the server.
He joined the server a while back actually. He's been here since day one of season 7. All he has been doing is saying with Grian. Sam was hiding, he did something horrible to Grian in season 6, just wanting not to get banned. Sam started Guilt-tripping him into taking care of him.

Nothing was the same after Sam started living with Grian. Nothing.

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"Haha! See you scar!" Grian laughed, just finishing a silly prank of his.
"See you G!"
"B-.. Bye!"
"Bye?" Scar wondered why he stuttered but shook it off.
Grian made his way back to his base, his hands and arms trembling out of fear as he took a step in.
"Can you come earlier next time? The dishes need doing." Sam complained, reading Grian's whole book collection out of boredom.
"Y-yes Sam.."
"Why are you stuttering?! Are you scared of me? Did you just call me scary?"
"W-what no I-"
Sam tightly grabbed Grian's wrists and put them in the sink.
"You're going to do the dishes alright? You're so lucky that I'm going easy on you. Jesus Christ." Sam bickered, turning on the water.
Grian flinched then winced in pain. The water was on the hottest setting, it was so hot it left a mark in his skin.
Sam turned back, glaring at the small hermit. "Grian what did I say?"
"Y-you.. you-"
"What did I fucking say!"
"You-"
Sam pushed his forearm into the hot water, leaving a huge burn on it.
Grian felt tears forming in his eyes as he stared off into the distance. He was so scared but couldn't do anything about it.
"You're going to listen to me next time and I'm going to make sure of it," Sam said, kneeling to Grian.
The builder nodded and agreed, only to get started down and slapped.
Sam got bandages from the drawers and threw it at grian. "Go heal yourself you weak ass mother fucker." Sam scoffed as he got back to reading.

Grian got up and walked to the bedroom. He wrapped his burns with bandages and looked at himself in his mirror.
The builder didn't want people asking him what happened. He didn't want them to find about Sam.
He un-cuffed his sleeves and rolled them down, making sure they covered the bandages.
Grian layer down in the futon of the ground and started sleeping.

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Grian woke up. Luckily, he woke up before Sam. He walked outside and started cleaning everything up. The books were scattered everywhere it was so frustrating.

As Grian cleaned the glass sam woke up. Now Grian didn't realize this but Sam went behind the hermit.
It was still dark, everyone was still asleep. Sam could do want ever he wanted.
The gladiator thought carefully about this. He didn't want to waste this opportunity to punish grian.

Sam grabbed a book. It was hard covered and dusty. Sam threw the book at Grian's head, causing it to slam against the glass, making it crack.
The builder turned his back and saw Sam, giving him a creepy smirk while walking closer to him.
Sam pushed Grian. He pushed him into the glass, causing it to fully shatter and break. The hermit, falling onto the pile of it, getting cuts everywhere on his skin.
"Stay outside. You disgust me." Sam said, returning to the bedroom and going back to sleep.
Grian was forced to sleep outside. He wanted to go to sleep but was cautious of mobs. Blood pouring down every cut wasn't helping, it only attracted mobs.
The hermit sighed, going to sleep anyways. I mean he was about to. Grian heard a zombie growl behind him.
He got up instantly only to realize how much blood he lost. He was dizzy and weak, his vision getting blurry as he stared at scar's base. "S-scar!" He yelled out, climbing the ladder and knocked on his door viscously.
"Grian..?" Scar yawned, open the door.
"S-sca.. scar.." Grian passed out in the wizard's arms.
"Grian!" Scar gasped, shutting the door and turning on the light inside.
Scar laid Grian on the bed as he hastily got herbs and bandages.

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"Grian are you awake?" Scar said, wiping the blood off his cuts.
"Ughh.." The hermit groaned, getting up. He felt scar touching his legs, the place where the most blood was. Grian started trembling. The feeling of someone touching him reminded him of Sam. Can't this just stop already? Can't Grian just tell scar?
"Grian? Are you alright? You're... kinda shaky right now."
Grian was staring into the distance. His breath started to get heavier. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he just calm down?
"It's fine.. can I.. talk to doc maybe?"
"Sure, my communicator is on the table, take the call outside.
"Mhm.."

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"H-hi doc"
"Oh, Gri? Why are you calling from scar's communicator?"
"I just... forgot it at my base and had to borrow his."
"Ohhh.. so why'd you call?"
"I just wanna Uhm.. talk to you about something since you're older than me and all.."
"Alright, sure."
"Doc.. what if I was keeping someone that's uhm.. banned from the server? Like secretly and didn't tell anyone?"
"Wait are you-"
"And what if the person I started to hide threw me out of a window in my own... m-my own base.."
"Grian do you want me to come over?"
"P-please doc.."
"I'll be right there Gri, you can count on me."
"alright.."

Grian hung up and returned the phone to scar, walking back to his hobbit hole.
"Ew you're back. Go cover up your cuts you disgusting wh0re." Sam said.
"Yes, Sam.." Grian sighed, going into the bedroom.

Grian was scared, he was scared Sam would be mad at him for telling doc. But it's not like he'd find out right?
"GRIAN GET HERE RIGHT NOW."
"NOW," Sam yelled, stomping to the bedroom.
Grian shot up and opened the door.
"GRIAN." Sam was frustrated, Grian could tell clearly. The builder started trembling out of fear. Why was this happening? Why did Sam hate him so much?
"WHY DID YOU CALL SOMEONE TO COEM OVER?!"
"W-what... what do you mean..?"
"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME GRIAN." Sam held Grian up by his neck and slammed his body against the wall.
"I-.." Grian sighed. He blocked out all of the sounds as his vision became blurry. "Am I going to die? Is this how I die..?" He thought to himself. All he could feel his pain as Sam threw him around. The tears falling down his face. Why was he trembling so much? Why was he so scared if he could just peacefully die.
Sam pinned Grian against the ground. Tears forming in the gladiator's eyes out of frustration.
"Why can't you just die already... please just die.." Sam said, giving up at this point. Sam laid down on Grian's chest, out of energy. Grian was staring into the ceiling thinking about sam's last sentence.
"Sam do it.."
"Wh-what..?"
"There's a sword right next to me why can't you just do it already?"
"Grian I-"
"Do it Sam."
Sam sighed, getting up and grabbing the sword.
"Remember me Grian.. I'll miss you."
"Shut up Sam.."
As soon as Sam lifted the sword doc ran inside with scar, knocking the door down.
"Grian!" Doc yelled, tackling Sam off of him as scar ran to him to bandage him up.
"Grian are you alright?" Scar asked.
"S-scar..." Grian mumbled as he held onto scar.
Scar could feel Grian trembling, he was worried for the small hermit.
"Grian go on my back."
Grian listened. Scar carried the hermit back to his base and laid him down on the bed.
"Grian this might sting alright..? Do you need a pillow to hug or..?"
Grian nodded.
"Alright."

—- An hour later —-

Doc, Xisuma and Scar was all talking together while watching over Grian.
"There's no telling, Grian might be more anxious after this," Xisuma said.
"Yea, he'll also have to rest in my base for quite a long time.." Scar added.
"Yea."
The three heard a strike of thunder outside.
"It's dangerous to go back to our bases right now, scar do you have any extra futons for me and xisuma or..?"
"Yea, I'll get them right now.
"Thanks scar you're the best!"
"Haha you're only saying that because I'm letting you stay over!" Scar laughed.

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Sorry