Broken ~A Hermitcraft Fanfic~
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  • Reads 90,070
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  • Parts 24
  • Time 2h 37m
Complete, First published Nov 15, 2020
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 tumblr. WARNING: Blood, depression, self-harm, death, some cussing, you know all the good stuff like that :) )
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