Grian had spent his whole life running. Running away from Evo. Running away from YandereHigh. Running away from Sam. He was sick of it. So when he finds himself back in the hellhole of his teenage years, the memories become too strong to handle, and runs away from his group of fellow hermits. With hermits becoming suspicious of the avian's inactivity, what can they do to try and help him? Can Grian escape his nightmares, and drown out the horrible memories? Or will he be what's suffering at his friends hands, unable to find them? That's not for me to say. Welcome back to YandereHigh, Grian. _____________________________________________ This fanfic was ALSO brought to you by a Wattpad obsessed teenager :D This is slightly a headcannon au, meaning somethings are different. This is explained a bit more in the intro, so check there for details! This is set in the same universe as my Truesymmetry and FalseSymmetry fanfics, just set in between the first and second books Start date : 10.11.22 Finish date : 8.3.23 Cool rankings : #1 in SamGladiator (11.3.23) #8 in Hermitcraft (11.4.24) (13 months apart! Unlucky for some!!) #4 in Hermitcraft (16.4.25) (omg I'm on Wattpad in the big 25)

Grian is just a normal hermitcraft guy. He goes around pranking people and having fun, always with a good personality. But then something joins the server, determined to dig into Grians mind and change him forever. Grian starts hearing a voice in the back of his head. It gets deeper into his past, digging out power and an unsettling courage to corrupt things around him. Even though he already had a nag for friendly distruction this is a whole different situation. The voice is telling him to hurt hermits. Change hermits. Kill hermits. NPC Grian has come for revenge, and Grian is finding himself swayed by the voice. (This is not an Evo story although it will have mentions that Grian has been an admin. The watchers have nothing at all to do with this story, just the fact Grian has been an admin and knew some things he has forgotten. This story takes place in season 7. Not all hermits will have matching personalities to the actual hermit. This thumbnail was not created by me, it was created by Maiioz on X (forever Twitter). WARNING: Blood, depression, self-harm, death, some cussing, you know all the good stuff like that :) )

Sapnap used to have a love that felt like sunlight itself. A sunflower of a person who made every room warmer, brighter, more alive just by existing in it. Colors seemed richer around him. Golds glowed softer, skies looked bluer, and even the hardest days felt survivable when that boy smiled at him. But over time, his flower began to drift away. Not all at once. Not in some dramatic shattering. Just little pieces disappearing day by day until Sapnap didn't know where the boy he loved had gone. It was like watching someone slowly fall into a void he couldn't reach. The bright clothes disappeared first, traded for dull grays and endless black. Then the laughter faded. The teasing smiles. The spark in his eyes. Even his hair lost its warmth, color draining from it like the world itself was giving up on him. And no matter what Sapnap did-no matter how hard he loved, how desperately he tried to pull him back toward the light-nothing worked. He couldn't save him from whatever was swallowing him whole. That was the part that hurt the most. Because Sapnap remembered every version of him. The vibrant one. The loud one. The one who used to grin like the sun loved him personally. And he would have burned the entire world down just to see that smile again. So when he found the book hidden away beneath piles of forgotten things, his hands trembled before he even touched it. "KJ." The letters were embossed into the cover, raised beneath his fingertips. On the back was a swirl painted in green and purple, faded but still there, stubbornly surviving. Sapnap stared at it like it might finally explain everything.

When Etho found the cold case dumped on his desk, it wasn't subtle. Someone had practically shoved it there-no note, no explanation-just a silent agreement among the other officers that whoever looked the least busy could deal with it. He didn't miss the way a few of them avoided eye contact. The file itself was old, edges worn and pages yellowing, like it had been left to rot on purpose. At first glance, it seemed like any other forgotten case. But as Etho flipped through the reports, his brow slowly furrowed. Timelines didn't line up. Witness statements felt off-too clean in some places, too vague in others. Whole sections of information were missing, like someone had carefully carved pieces out of the truth. It didn't take long for him to realize this wasn't just neglected. Someone had worked very hard to keep it that way.

where robot grian learns to be a human in all sense of the word even falling in love with the boundary he wasn't supposed to cross.

Merman Grian, And Pirate Captain Scar. scar and his crew have been lost at sea for about 3 months and they started to fish for food and cook water but still some are worried about the captain

Martyn was born blind and has always relied heavily on his hearing to navigate and understand the world around him. He walks with a cane, and his eyes are always closed-he doesn't even know what color they are, nor has he ever thought to ask. For him, the world has always been cloaked in darkness. That began to change when he discovered a small spark of magic within himself. With time and practice, he learned to use it to "paint" mental images of people and places in his mind. Through subtle differences in tone, mood, and cadence, he could distinguish colors-hearing the warmth of a sunset in a laugh, or the chill of blue in a hushed whisper. Over the years, he also honed his ability to read body language-not through sight, but through sound. The shifting of feet, the rhythm of someone's breath, the way fabric brushed against itself as someone turned-all of it became a symphony of cues that told him what others could see with their eyes. Martyn often kept to himself, sitting quietly in the corner of a room with a Braille book in his hands, lost in the raised dots beneath his fingers. Most people didn't approach him. Whether it was discomfort or uncertainty, he had grown used to being left alone. But that all changed the day a new transfer student joined the theater program. Curious and unafraid, they noticed Martyn sitting by himself and, rather than shy away, felt drawn to him. For the first time in a long while, Martyn's quiet world began to shift-not just with sound and magic, but with the unexpected rhythm of connection.

I saw me recently about people going to certain businesses and pretending like they were injured and stuff and I think it was a comedian but it's based off of that

What is winning really when the ghosts of your past start coming back to haunt you?

this was a request or given the idea to me from Lifeserieslover they gave me a few ideas but this one just stuck out to me.