wc: 1121

tw: blood, violence, death

I feel so inactive after just a week bro, I think I'm going to start using my oneshot day to write this because im so excited eek!

ALSO I MADE A THING I gave up half way through so there aren't any details but you get the picture (see above)

enjoy!

Grian held his sword out in front of him, smirking. Impulse was holding one too, standing in front of him. The rest of the Southlanders were sat around them, drinking from water bottles.

"Go Impulse!" Martyn called.

"Go Grian!" Mumbo countered. 

Jimmy counted off for them. "3... 2... 1... GO!"

Impulse leapt forward. Grian parried his blow and ducked under the next attack, sweeping Impulse's legs out from under him. Impulse was up in a second, his sword flashing as he scrambled to regain his balance. They circled each other.

"C'mon, Impulse..." Grian said with a smirk.

Impulse flashed his signature smile, his teeth flashing. "Not this time, Grian."

Grian sighed and darted forward at the speed of light. Impulse prepared to parry, but Grian slid between his legs like they do in the movies and swung at Impulse's back. Impulse turned in the nick of time, catching the blade with his shield. Grian's stomach twisted when he realized the diamond was lodged firmly into the wood of the shield, scrambling to pull it out. Impulse smirked and swiped.

A flash of pain darted along Grian's arm. He immediately let go of the stuck sword to clamp his hand over the wound. He peeked under his wrist and felt his stomach drop at the sight of fuchsia  blood.

"Grian! Are you okay?" Mumbo's voice said somewhere behind him. Grian whipped around, his hand pressing tight on the bleeding flesh, wincing in pain. 

"I'm sorry, Grian!" Impulse exclaimed, reaching out. Martyn had run to try and find a bandage.

"I-I'm alright," Grian stammered. They all stared at him, and something inside of Grian snapped and he ran. He ran out of the malfunctioning doors and into the forest, weaving around tree trunks for who knows how long until he stopped, panting for breath.

Suddenly, a holographic screen popped up in front of Grian, startling him. 

You are not the boogeyman. 

Grian blinked. He'd almost forgotten about the current situation, besides the fact that his cover could have been blown by the injury. 

Right, the injury.

It wasn't that bad. Sure, there was some blood, but he'd had worse. 

Well, bad or not, he had to get back somehow and sneak a bandage. He cursed himself for being an idiot; he could have just kept covering it and play off the severity and could treat it himself. Now they were going to want to see it and then see the purple substance seeping from the cut.

He cursed himself again and then checked side to side. There wasn't much use in concealing his magic at this point, as the Watchers were literally right here, so...

There was a woosh, and a magical flame became alight in his hand. After a second, it morphed into a simple bandage roll, dropping lifeless onto his palm. Grian took it and wrapped it around his arm gratefully.

Grian trekked alone in the mountains, seeing other people work from afar. Coming across a nether portal, he decided to take his chances.

Flinching at the heat, Grian immediately regretted his decision to come. However, the withers' heads rattled on their bony bodies, reminding him that if he was lucky enough, he could be the most powerful one on the server.

Wither skulls were extremely difficult to harvest. If you didn't kill one with the exact swing at the exact place, its entire body would disintegrate, hence the name wither (for story purposes). However, if you hit it just right, the skull would topple off first, and the rest would disappear, leaving you a skull that could bring destruction and chaos.

Grian wiped sweat from his brow. His arm was aching from the wound, but he pressed on. 

A ding from his communicator made him jump. He pulled it out.

MumboJumbo fell from a high place

Grian's eyes widened and he stared at the screen. That's it, I'm going back. 

Once he had secured a skull, he was going to head out when he heard a voice. 

"Hello??"

"Scar?" Grian asked, bewildered. "Where are you? Are you up?" He began to tower in the direction of Scar's voice.

"Yeah, you're getting louder."

"Oh, I see you!" Grian exclaimed. He reached out a hand and helped Scar onto the thin tower.

"Etho tried to kill me!" Scar exclaimed. Grian turned towards him sharply. "No, I mean, he thought I tried to kill him, but it was just a skeleton arrow, and I ended up here somehow."

Grian sighed to himself in relief, then chuckled at Scar's bubbly way of explaining things.

"Let's go back."

~~~

"My friends!" Grian exclaimed from atop Dirt Hill. "Bye Scar!"

"Yeah, just leave me here!" Scar called back with no real malice. 

Grian laughed, hopping down towards the Southlanders.

"I need to find the enchanting table cause I lost all my stuff," Mumbo said sheepishly. 

Joel, who was nearby, pointed to a cave. "It's in there."

Grian hopped on ahead of them, Scar tagging along as well. Grian walked to the back, confused. "There's no enchanting table here," he said, but was distracted by a lever.

Curious, he pulled.

Instantly, rocks and dirt gave way to a deadly chasm.

"Is this a trap?" Grian asked the others, who had come. 

"What is going on?" someone asked.

Martyn hopped across. 

"NO!" Joel exclaimed. Grian turned to him and saw the purple sheen in his irises suddenly appear, and the other exploded.

"It's Joel! It's Joel!" Mumbo shouted. Someone pulled the lever again, and blocks came down from the ceiling, preventing Grian from jumping across. While the others began their attack, Grian made a tiny bridge across and ran in a little late, adrenaline pounding through his veins.

The battle made its way to the skinny bridge from the mountainside. Joel's swings were becoming more vigorous as he realized what was going on. And stray sword swing in Grian's direction sent him flying off the bridge. 

Grian landed with a thud on his arm. He lay there in the dirt for a bit, his vision swirling and threatening to shut down on him. He groaned in pain, spitting dirt out of his mouth and trying to crawl back to his feet, leaning on the mountain for support. The sound of swords rang out from above him, and then a scream of pain.

Smallishbeans was slain by Mumbo Jumbo 

"YESS!" came the cheers of those above him. Grian staggered to his feet, wiping the dirt from his eyes and gritting his teeth through the trek back up.

He climbed back onto the bridge while listening to their cries of joy. Mumbo was turning Joel's diamond chest plate over in his hands, admiring to its shine. 

Grian saw someone behind Mumbo. Scar. Their eyes shone with violet.

Grian was about to cry out when a bucket of lava was poured at Mumbo's feet. He screamed from the heat, trying to run away. 

Two sword strikes later, he was gone.

also guys I got a boyfriend 

idk what to do hes so funny and nice and cute asdfhweapsodih but I think its a bit too early for a relationship but I like him and I couldn't say no!! 

so that happened

hope you enjoyed the chapter heh

thanks for reading! have a good day or night, wherever you are!

-Ete