(All previous tw apply but im adding a new one, here we are catching them all like Ash Ketchum catching pokemon. Anyways, TW: physical violence)

Jimmy stared blankly at the wall.

How long has it been since he has been in this room for days on end? The only visitor tended to be Cleo (surprisingly considering he barely knew her) who had coaxed him into eating and drinking when she could. She was gentle and kind. Unlike a lot of people that Jimmy knew.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked, voice sore as he looked to the zombie. She just gave him a sad smile before handing him his sandwich. She never spoke, as if she was afraid that if she spoke, it would shatter him (but what more would a few cracks do for the broken man?)

Joel finally came in with an update.

"Grian is trying everything he can to break the server walls or figure something out. Xisuma and many other high admins are also working from the other side." He wouldn't even look at Jimmy, wouldn't look him in the eyes or look at his body.

"What if we-"

Joel shook his head. "Too dangerous. Grian won't even attempt to try that. Just get some rest, we have it all under control."

Under control? What bullsh-

But days and days went by with hope dying. It's not like the former prince had any at this time anyways. Not with his mind spiraling and anger raging. Uncertainty was the routine.

He found himself crying.

Jimmy didn't remember a time when he had cried this much, even when his mother was abusing him every night or when both of his parents were murdered. (They were murdered. They were murdered. They were murdered-)

The pain was too much. Not only was he feeling the fantoms of pain from his two deaths but he was feeling everything that had happened from his chipped tooth to his eye exploding from the knife. He found himself squirming, biting his lip so hard that his chin would be drenched in blood as he tried not to scream in pain. It all added up, every single little injury or scar was burning or forcing his body to tear apart.

He found himself crying, pleading for his father. (He was dead, he was dead, he was dead-)

Nightmares of everything had resurfaced.

He watched as Grian was taken away, purple tendrils forcing him away. He felt his mother bringing the belt to his back over and over until the floor was soaked in purple blood. He heard his parents dying on that fateful carriage ride the day they were assasinated (murdered. They were murdered) and he held what was left of their bloody, purple bodies. Purple. Purple. Purple.

He almost killed himself again.

He was so close, sitting in the tub with a knife pointed at his wrists. This was the first time he had gotten up in days. One minute, he was about to let it touch his skin. The next, he was in bed. Again.

He stopped trying after awhile.

It was clear that the universe hated him. It wouldn't let him die when he was their personal punching bag.

He just wanted the pain to end.

---

Grian let the power consume him as he tried everything to break down the walls.

He has done it before, back in season six when he rammed into the wall with a flying machine and broke the barrier, creating the way to the rest of the world.

But he couldn't break down this wall.

Angry purple tears ran down his face as he pounded on the barrier again and again, the overworld barrier just out of reach. He just needed out and then maybe everyone would be safe.

"Grian, just take a deep breath." He glared at the mustached man on the other side.

"How can I relax at a time like this? I need to break this down!"

Mumbo sighed, shaking his head. He looked exhausted. "But you being tired and upset won't help anything. Have you even noticed that you destroyed everything within radius?" Grian snapped out of it, looking around to see that Mumbo was right, dirt was gone, exposing stone and bedrock, and trees were withered within radius. The floor directly under Grian was obsidian. "This is no time to spiral, you need to stay focused."

Grian grimaced, sitting down on the small obsidian block and leaning against the barrier. He was glad that nobody was even close by on his side of the border.

"X has been talking with other admins. They have a plan and will be executing it tomorrow."

"They have made thirteen different plans and none of them have worked, how will this be different." Grian grumbled.

Mumbo smiled nervously. "Well, they are working with a demigod-"

"No." Grian cut off, no longer holding back the anger from his tone.

"Grian, this is the only way! A single demigod will not hurt-"

"Yes they can, Mumbo!" Grian shouted, standing up suddenly. "You don't know gods like I do, they are dangerou and wild, theh are not to be trusted! They are the whole reason we are in this mess-"

"Grian, Grian." Mumbo forced, silencing his friend. "We have to do this. Do you want to save Jimmy or not? We can just go with the first plan if you are really unsure."

Grian's face fell, eyes widening. They must have been hitting a wall in coming up with plans if this was their final attempt. Getting a god or a demigod was no easy task. Unfortunately, Grian could only go with it, the other way being too risky.

"Fine, but if they take one step towards any of us, I will tear their head off."

Mumbo smiled at that. "I would expect nothing less."

---

Scott stared down at the engagement necklace.

It had appeared outside of their- Jimmy's room just recently. He had been out, foraging and trying to come up with anything to rekindle their relationship.

But it seemed to be crashing down faster than he assumed.

He touched his own necklace around his neck, the doe of Roea with grey eyes, just like Jimmy's. He used to enjoy the feeling of running his fingers over the engravings but now it felt cold. Too cold.

Scott sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He hadn't been getting any sleep, not with being barred from the room and having to sleep in his own house alone. It felt too far a distance to be away from the man he loved. But if this is what Jimmy needed, Scott would wait here patiently. In turn, he hadn't been able to sleep.

It was too cold, freezing by himself. It should be no problem considering he mysterously gained his elven features the same day as everything had happened. He should be used to the cold again but it was unbearable.

His eyes snapped up when the door to the house opened. The doors were in constant motion from visitors for Jimmy to people trying to keep Scott some company.

In came Grian, looking just as worn as he felt.

Now, they never had a problem with each other but lately, there was an unspoken tension between the two. It might be from the resentment Scott had toward Grian from the years he abandoned and hurt Jimmy or it could just be that he didn't like him very much. Regardless, it was like a powdered keg about to explode.

And that was what caused this whole mess.

He waved but didn't say a word.

Grian nodded back, sitting down in a chair in the furthest position from Scott. He looked to be just as annoyed.

"I just came to say that plan seven starts tomorrow." He said, clipped and short. Scott could tell he was holding back anger and annoyance.

Scott sighed. Just like the past days (or has it been weeks?) they would exchange brief information they needed before leaving immediately. Grian was just waiting for him.

"Jimmy took a shower today. First he has gotten up to do something productive instead of attempting to kill himself." Scott said with a brief glare, intended to guilt Grian.

And it worked.

For a second, Grian's face fell at the bluntness but it hardened again, suddenly betraying his attempts of hidden his disdain.

"You could at least try to be nicer about all this."

Scott tilted his head, a blank smile on his face. "What, were you trying to be nice? Wasn't my whole providing hope thing what caused what happened."

Grian glared further, snarling. "Oh shut up, come off it, Scott. Nobody believes you really care, have you even tried to talk to him after everything? You just want in his pants and as his older brother, I will protect him from you."

Scott scoffed. "Oh really? How well has that been going? You have done more damage than protected and I care more about him than you could ever care about anything. Hell, this is the most we have talked and all you are doing is arguing!"

"So are you!" Grian stood up, hands curled into fists.

Scott laughed humorlessly, standing up as well.

"Go back to your Watchers for all I care, its much safer, hell, if you just left, died, it would be better for all of us-"

Blood erupted as a fist met skin, the sound of a crack exploding in the room.

Purple bathed everything, the scarlet blood turning into what would be a beautiful violet.

And then a gasp.

(I know ive done this before but, ru-roh raggy.

Also, ive got "work" in the morning and its 3 am and im writing fanfic what am i doing with my life)