(May 5, 2020)

(to whoever asked for this youre welcome
i was crying over math stuff while writing this thing
I wanted to try no dialogue this time
enjoy!)

Box: Worked to Exhaustion
Category: none
Warnings: spoilers to Grian's latest video?

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Grian stumbled into his starter base. His shoulder rammed into one of the spruce walls as he tripped over his own feet. He was so exhausted that he didn't even register the pain that shot through his arm.

Six hours. Six. Hours. Grian had just spent six hours building a town hall with Scar and Bdubs, no breaks or rests. He spent six. Freaking. Hours. Placing blocks and and building for the whole server.

He was so tempted to go to bed and rest, but he didn't. Setting a hand on the wall, he stabilized himself. He rubbed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain forming behind his eyes. Grian looked over his shoulder and towards where his base was. Though he couldn't physically see it, he remembered every single detail.

Which also meant he remembers the unfinished parts.

Mainly, the back.

As the pain behind his eyes formed into pounding headache, Grian staggered around, looking for extra materials he could snatch from his storage. Maybe a few dark oak planks, a couple blocks of prismarine blocks, some extra anvils here and there...

Grian narrowed his eyes as sighed in disappointment. So many other Hermits have their bases far more progressed than his; they had even moved some of their storage in. Grian only had the front part done. His storage (if you can even call it that) was just chests and shulker boxes haphazardly plopped all over the place.

He launched out of the small base, narrowly avoiding the jungle trees that towered over it. Grian spit the leaves that somehow got into his mouth. Rubbing his eyes that painfully stung when he flew, he angled himself downwards to land. At first, it seemed like Grian did land flawlessly, but he lost his footing. Momentum brought him forwards, and he skidded to his knees and slamming into a chest.

Wordlessly, he pushed himself to his feet using the chest to push himself up. He went through the ton of piling chests, searching for the blocks he needs. Grian squished as much as he could in his inventory, and flew towards the back of the build, almost glaring at the unfinished walls.

It's always those unfinished walls that pissed him off in any build.

Block after block, plop after plop, at least three hours went by until the walls were built up. Since this time he was alone, time seemed to pass by slower. It was dull and boring, repeating the same pattern for who knows how long.

Grian was thankful he had the elytra on or else he would have went splat on the floor. He clumsily glided to the chests and shulkers, not even trying to land correctly. Grian crashed to the floor, sliding to a halt on his side.

By this time, his head was spinning, vision swimming. His head throbbed with a migraine, and the sun did not make it better. His eyelids were heavy, and limbs dysfunctional. The scent of grass overwhelmed everything he knew. The only thing he could see were his tears of pain.

Grian didn't try fight the darkness as his eyelids slipped closed.

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(apologies its actually short)