TW's: Mentions of Cutting, Thoughts of Gore (Burning, Skin Peeling, Electrocution, Bitten/Scratched, limbs being torn off, being impaled), Suffocating, Mentions of Suicide.

Unnecessary TW's that I just want to put: Passing out, One Small Mention of YHS, Mentions of EVO and Grians time as a Watcher, The Void seen as the Ultimate Ruler of the Universe.

Please enjoy part 1 of In Front of Them

In Front of Them.

Part 1
Season 6

Pov: Grian 3rd Person

No one believed him when he told them how much he hated his wings. It was strange, they believed him when he talked about other things but when he talked about how disgusting his wings are they would just go against his opinion. The point most of them made was that he was the only one with naturally spawning wings and that they were very useful. But he only got them after spending a week in a new world, about the same time it takes everyone else to get their elytra's. Not very special if you ask him.

But today was the day they were going to FINALLY understand he hates them.

Grian was sitting in his base, grooming his lilac wings. The ones he hated with a deep passion. But if he didn't groom and preen them he would be stuck on the ground until he did, and he could not imagine that. I mean he does like his wings, he just doesn't like the origins of these particular ones. In Evo, he didn't have actual wings, like ones he could fly with but he did have wings on his ears. They weren't very big but he could hide his face within them. And in high school, he had feathers on his arms, but at the time he ignored them and wore long sleeves to hide them. Occasionally Taurtis, Sam, or someone would rub the feathers the wrong way, and each time he would wince from the quick pain.

The wings he got from the watchers were...dark, full of evil and hatred. They faded from black to a deep dark purple. Everything about the watchers' outfits and styles was purple or blue, just like the end. Most watchers had white, or lilac skin but very few had black, baby blue, pale yellow, or electric purple. Two watchers he only knew as 1 and 2 had deep black skin and electric purple. Ever since he met them he related those colors to evil, selfishness, power, strength, and narcissistic behaviors. Of course, this was halfly true, black does mean power, strength, authority, and a variety of other things and purple symbolizes bravery and wisdom even alchemy in some aspects but because of the malicious behaviors of the watchers, the meanings were warped into dark horrible truths.

Grian was the only "watcher" who wore colors other than the ruler of the dimension, the void. He was the only "watcher" who had light peachy skin with soft pink cheeks that only appeared when he was cold. He was always cold, there was no heat in the end. No air to transfer heat. No air to talk through. No air to breathe. There was nothing good in the end. Everything is related to the ultimate ruler. Everything fell under them.

THE VOID

Grian sighed, once again he got lost in his thoughts while tending to his wings. He kept the terrible wings when jumping through the inter-dimensional portal, the only one that could bring you back to the over-world. But when he appeared on the other side, the darkness that filled his wings faded into a beautiful lilac color. The wings ruined the color lilac for him.

Frustrated Grian got up from his bed, he realized he started preening before stretching for the 6th time in a row. This had been the worst week since he got here. He had multiple breakdowns due to his buildings, he woke up multiple times in the dead of night because of nightmares. He didn't know the hermits well enough so he wouldn't dare go over and talk about them. About the death and destruction, he brought over servers while under the watchers' control. In one dream he was forced into the void by the hermits after telling them everything. He fell fast but as soon as the bedrock was out of view time slowed, it slowed until he was stuck in one spot. He watched as the skin from his arms were peeled, burned, bitten/scratched, broken, electrocuted and so many other things. Eventually, the void just ripped off his arms and other limbs and messily put it back together. The skin from his face was torn away from its original pace and sewn somewhere completely different. His body was contorted, he screamed in agony but where there is no air there is no communication. He was only a bit of flesh that the universe was playing with until it got bored. Then it ripped. Ripped everything. Ripped it all.

RIPPED EVERYTHING APART.

Grian shivered at the thought of the hellish nightmare and last thought. The hermits were caring people and would never do that to him..even because of his origins. Plus he never wanted to be a watcher, he did it for the safety of his serve. Or did he? He still caused the downfall of EVO. The death and destruction was all his fault. Nothing would ever repair what he did and nothing would be able to lift the weight of DEATH off his back. He wanted to die so much afterwards, he was a broken man. He tried multiple times to jump into the never-ending void but always seemed to be stopped by a watcher. Why couldn't he just forget?!

Grian shook his head furiously trying to clear the thoughts of EVO and his suicide attempts. He wouldn't be able to take much more of the twisted truth. So to take his mind off of it he laid down on the floor and stretched his wings one after another. Gently shaking them out to try and not destroy the preening he just spent 30 minutes he spent on. Luckily he did not destroy the groom job and set to the skies, flapping his wings fast. He flew out of his base towards the shopping district, he needed to do a few things there. He needed a new blade for..personal reasons, he needed to restock his traveling merchant shop that never went anywhere, and he also wanted to try and beat his elytra record. So first things first, he needed to buy iron. After looking around for a while he found a shop that actually sold iron (The author does not know if/where/what shop in season 6 sold iron so yeah). He would rather help his fellow hermits than go and mine anyway. After buying some iron he quickly flew over to his cart and started dumping the shulkers full of gravel and sand into the empty chests. Then he stuffed one chest to the brim of quartz he grinded for hours to get. It was his specialty to get and sell such grindy blocks without killing himself with boredom. He really should've used them for building instead of selling.

He took a break next to his makeshift fire. He stared at his wrists; long deep scars ran around his wrists in a perfect circle. The wound closed about a week ago and he lost his 12th blade sadly so he needed to make a new one. No one was around, especially since the sun was setting so Grian was fine to bring out his cursed magic, but he wouldn't. It was more of a scar than the cuts at this point, he was just so scared of what it could do to him and others. If he let it loose would it turn him into the same selfish people he inherited from? Would the others lead him to his death in the void if they saw or heard? What if he destroyed this server as well?

He shook his head again. What is with all these depressing questions?

He sighed as he put down a crafting table. He had let the edges of the iron bars melt till they were ready to be melded into a sword. It's a lot more simple in Minecraft than in the actual world; you just need to heat the metal bar till it's squishy, then shove them together on a crafting table. Afterwards, you melt the bottom and shove either a stick or handmade handle into it. Boom sword, or dagger, or any kind of stabby melee thing.

Crafting is best described as magic with a little force.

So that's what Grian did, harmless magic. He made a small dagger. Small enough to hide in a pocket. When he was done it was midnight and mobs were all around him, so he picked up everything he brought, carefully slipping his newly made dagger into his pocket. He started to furiously flap his wings, raising himself off the floor, attracting the attention of nearby mobs like a whole hoard of zombies, the drowned at the docs store, and a skeleton. The drowned, already being a master at aiming for Grian hit him spot on, in the arm. The skeleton, not being as quick as the drowned took a second to aim. He let go of the bow's string and the arrow flew gracefully through the air. But at the last moment, Grian winced from the trident and turned away from the skeleton. The arrow lodged tightly into his head. 

A wave of tiredness washed over Grian as he flapped his giant wings harder and faster. Eventually, he bolted out of the shopping district, quickly losing consciousness from the arrow and trident. He debated whether or not to go to his close neighbor Mumbo or not; landing on he shouldn't. It's too late and he will most likely be seen as an annoyance. 

So, he landed in his base with a loud thud before passing out on the cold concrete floor, waiting to respawn.

In the distance, a cold, raspy voice whispered.

"Maybe next time."

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Oh no, what's gonna happen? I know, you don't. Unless you've hacked into my head 🤔

Yeah this one is not a happy ending so- please still enjoy ;u;

Sorry about the title bit with the skip. I've tried to fix it >:[

Okay, see you then :)