Grian woke up in the middle of the night. He didn't know why. He just did. But when he saw someone outside of his window, he instantly knew what had woken him up.

He walked over to the small glass pane and opened it, Sam climbing inside.

"You could've just knocked on the door." Grian sighed, closing the window.

"But that wouldn't be as fun, would it, Gri?" Sam replied, pulling something out of his pocket.

He held the blade in his hand, still staring Grian in the eyes.

"Do you know where I've been for the past nine years Grian?" Sam asked, taking a small step forward.

"N-no........is that a knife?!" Grian said, seeing the shiny object.

"I've been in prison all these years, Grian. And that's all because of you! And I think, you need to pay for what you did to me." Sam smiled again, walking closer to Grian.

"Stay away Sam..." Grian backed up.

Sam dashed forward, pressing the smaller man against the bedroom wall, pulling the knife up to his throat, millimetres away from cutting him. "I don't think I trust you to keep a secret, Gri. I think that you're a liability!" Sam laughed, pushing Grian harder against the wall.

"Maybe, you need a warning..." Sam said, pushing the blade to his neck, making contact this time.

Grian was struggling and trying to push Sam's arm away, but nothing was working and a red line was quickly being formed on his neck. Tears were already falling down his cheek.

"Looks like you understand. Don't you?" Sam pushed the blade down more, making an actual cut.

All Grian could do was stare at him pleadingly, as speaking would only make the knife go deeper.

"That's what I thought. No-one will know I was here. No-one will know what I did! And Mumbo will be persuaded by you that I'm good now! You got that?" Sam finally pulled the blade away from Grian's neck, noticing a tiny bit of blood on the sharp edge.
"...y-yes! Of course..." Grian choked out, still held against the wall.
"I should be going now! I'll be back tomorrow! "

Sam left, out of the window again, leaving Grian with hundreds and hundreds of thoughts. He thought to go and tell Mumbo, but then he remembered it was the middle of the night and too late to talk to anyone.
He immediately stumbled over to his bathroom, turning on the lights and checking the cut Sam had made.
The skin was red around the cut and there was quite a lot of blood seeping out of the wound. He grabbed a cloth, wetting it and holding it against the cut, feeling the familiar stinging sensation of the cold water against the open cut. He managed to get rid of all the blood and the bleeding had stopped. He had already used alcohol wipes to make sure there was no chance of infection.

He finished up, walking back to his room. He pulled a book out of his shelf and started reading, slowly drifting into a quiet sleep.

In the morning

Grian woke, still sat in his beanbag chair, with the same book in his hand. He stood up, but realised that if anyone else saw the cut, they'd become suspicious. He searched his wardrobe for hoodies or turtleneck sweaters, but to no avail. He settled on a purple and red scarf, that would cover his neck. It was winter so it wouldn't be strange or out of place. It was soft material, and definitely felt comfortable against the cut, which was good for Grian. He finally felt alright with how it looked and left his house, seeing Impulse and Pearl talking, sat beside the Boatem Hole.

"Hey guys!" Grian smiled running over to them.

"Hey, G! What's up?" Pearl said, standing up, Impulse following suit.

"Nothing much, what are you guys planning on doing today?" G asked.

"Pearl said she'd help me work on more of my factory! You can help if you want, but we understand if you're busy." Impulse said, pointing in the direction of his huge base.
"Yeah, sorry. I need to speak with someone." Grian laughed nervously.

"We'll see you later then!" Pearl shouted, running off towards the large factory.

Impulse followed, leaving Grian behind, all alone.