Broken (discontinued till further notice)

Chapter 2

'...'-thought
"..."-speaking
Messaging
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Xisuma is a good admin. At least he likes to think he is, and seeing as no one has had a permanent death on his server, even with the amount of glitches, serves to prove that. He looks out for all of his fellow players, but one of them has attracted his attention in the past week. Grian. He hadn't seen the prankster in over a week, and this would be normal, accept he hasn't even seen him building his base when flying past. He hasn't replied to messages, he hasn't been seen, he hasn't left to a different server, so Xisuma didn't know what to think.
"Maybe Mumbo would know?" He muttered to himself as he got his elytra and set off in the direction on Mumbo's base 'hopefully he's there'
It didn't take long to get there through the nether hub and Xisuma eventually found himself staring at the monument currently being built by one of the resident red-stoners of hermitcraft.
"Mumbo!" He called up to the figure currently placing down cobblestone onto the tower.
"Hey X!" Mumbo called down "just give me a sec and I'll be down!" As he said this he jumped from his base and flared out his elytra. Landing next to Xisuma Mumbo says "what's up? You don't usually come to this part of hermitcraft." Trying to dust of his now dirty black suit.
"Sorry but I'm going to have to cut the pleasantries short. Look Mumbo, have you seen or talked to Grian this past week?" Mumbo scratched his chin.
"No. I don't believe I have. That's weird, usually he would have messaged me by now."
"I've not been able to get into contact with him either and it's making me worried. It's like you said, he would have talked to someone by now."
"Let's go to his hobbit hole to have a look and if he's not there then we can go to his mansion" and with that Mumbo and Xisuma set off towards Grian's starter base.
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8 days earlier
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They had continued to grow. Grian paced up and down the hobbit hole rubbing his hands together, trying, and failing, to keep the tears in his eyes at bay. The horns were now nearly 5 inches long and they had started to bend backwards, his hood could no longer hide them, but he did realise something after pulling an all nighter. They only grew in his sleep.
Grian stopped.
"They only grow when I sleep" he said, a small smile coming to his face.
That means he just has to not sleep until he finds a way to get rid of them!
Easy right?

Not easy.

Not easy at all.

Grian found it hard enough to stay awake after the first all nighter let alone the second. He no longer worked on his base, instead he scoured the library he had at his mansion trying to find a reason for suddenly growing horns but there was nothing.
It was the 4th all nighter when it happened. Grian was reading once again when a stabbing pain shot through his head. He crumbled to the flood and cried as it felt like his head was being carved into. He didn't know how long he was there but soon enough the pain combined with his lack of sleep forced him into unconsciousness. 'No. No I can't sleep. I can't sleep.' His last thoughts were as his vision turned black once again.

He woke up to find himself in the same place that he had passed out in. 'What was that?' He thought as he lifted himself of the ground. His head felt heavy. Not like a headache. Like someone had laid something on his head.

Or something had grown on his head.

Grian's hand latched onto the horns that he had thought were still small only to find that they had once again grown. And it wasn't even by a small amount.
He ran his hand down the horn of the left side and felt as it swooped down to the back of his head and flicked up ever so slightly at the end.
"no." Grian whispered
"no. No. No. NO. NO. NO!"
He yelled over and over again, clutching his head as he gasped for breath.
He slowly got up and made his way towards the closest mirror.
It was just as he thought, they had fully grown.

In the mirror did not stand Grian, but stood the person he always saw in the mirror at the void, someone with his face. But not who he recognised.
This wasn't him.
This COULDN'T be him.