Deserted Island No.14

Fun fact I wrote this twice and this is the only result I was satisfied with. Another one is that I used a completely different prompt list from before. I'll show that one near the end ;p

It was certainly interesting to find a body washed ashore. He knew it would change things but what he wasn't expecting was for an argument to happen, between two people that got along the first few weeks might he add.

While arguments usually caused him to think about home a lot, this one didn't. Maybe it's because of how odd it was? Or maybe it was because he could barely understand it? But that didn't made sense as when he was a little kid he barely understood anything but still cried when his parents fight. But he guess screaming alone can cause fear within people... I mean... he certainly feels some fear right now from hearing Zloy and Grian screaming at each other about something he quite couldn't understand. And judging by Grian's face, neither did he.

"WHY WON'T YOU ADMIT IT?!" Zloy screamed out, so loud to the point that Mumbo felt like the entire island might had heard him. Honestly, he wouldn't even be surprised if they did... "ADMIT WHAT?!" Grian cried back, confusion clear in his voice and expression. Zloy tugged on his hair hair roughly as he turned and glared at Grian, "THAT YOU'RE A WATCHER!"

"WHAT EVEN IS A WATCHER?!" The blonde cried out, hands crawling into his hair. Mumbo walked forwards towards Grian to stop him from tugging on his hair to harshly when he felt a weight on his leg. He looked down and let out a scream at the hand -That came from the ground itself- holding his left leg firmly in place.

The hand itself was some kind of zombie hand from the green flesh but it was had a grey-ish tone to it and he was pretty sure the normal zombie does not have eerily yellow finger nails that was long enough to cut open a hole so deep that it could probably touch your stomach.

"Don't go near him." Mumbo's head snapped towards Zloy, who's hand was now raised. It the room was any darker, Mumbo or Grian would probably would've noticed that his eyes were glowing. But even if it was the case, they would've been too distracted by the serious expression on Zloy's face.

One look and you would've flee, that's what Grian did. He first stumbled back, panicked, fell backwards onto the ground and then proceeded to run away from them. Mumbo would've chase after him if the hand wasn't holding him so firmly. Zloy just stared as he ran off.

After Grian faded into the distance, was only when Zloy let his hand fall down. The hand going back into the ground as Zloy's hand fall. He turned towards Mumbo with a firm expression that leaves no room for argument.

"Don't go after him."

Inhuman Au: Rude

This piece is so short, oh my god. I'll write a real Inhuman Au one-shot one day, I swear!

Ren flew into the the Sahara meeting room. After landing softly, he looked up and nearly jumped back with shock.

Rather it was from the odd Mumbo statue or the shulker boxes littered around everywhere I'll let you decide. But the clearly annoyed hiss took away from him. He turned towards the source of the hiss that caught his attention.

"Grian?"

"Fuck you. I was having a nice nap, Ren. But NOOOO you just HAD to ruin it!" (Mood)

Ren stared dumbfounded as the dragon hybrid stretched out his body. Grian placed his hands on the Sahara meeting room table, letting his wings unfold.

Ren's mouth was just a straight line as he observed the dragon hybrid stretched out. He felt a buzz in his wrist.

He lifted up his wrist and tapped onto his watch, opening the the private chat between him and Iskall to look at the messages he sent.

<Dierite85> Hey Ren don't enter the Sahara meeting room

<Dierite85> Meetup at my base or yours?

<Dierite85> Grian's taking his daily nap, don't wanna upset the little kitten cat :p

Incidents || GriDoc (Alterverse) || Slight Angst?

Okay, I genuinely like this if it wasn't so short. Okay, there's a little bonus for this one.

"How the hell did you even manage to damage your braces?"

Grian let out an awkward chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes looking at anywhere but the creeper hybrid's septic eyes. "Well, funny story actually..." Doc raised his brow at Grian, silently encouraging him to continue.

After a short debating with himself, Grian looked into Doc's mismatched eyes. "You remember how I am with TNT, right?..." Silence entered the room as Doc processed the information. Grian gave Doc an awkward smile before shrugging.

Doc covered his face with his hand as he let out a sigh while shaking his head. His sigh was full of relief, however to say he didn't felt dumbfounded to at least some extent would be a lie. He raised his head and stared at Grian like the idiot he is.

"You need to be more careful."

"I know, Doc," Grian answered, looking at the ground. "But I needed to unleash all of my stress somehow."

"Blowing up an entire island slowly isn't really a healthy way to let out stress, Grian," Doc stated as he sat down on the bed Grian was on. Said man shrugged before curling onto the creeper man's chest. He shut his eyes tight and buried his face into the hybrid's shoulder. "So is blaming yourself for my paralysis."

Doc wrapped his arm around the smaller male on his chest. He let out a huff while shutting his organic eye and powering down his robotic eye. "Touché." The silence that overtook the room's atmosphere was somewhat sorrowful.

Both men cuddled with each other, taking in one another's company. The negativity in the room ignored as both males fell into the realm of dreams and nightmares. Each of theirs being different from the other.

The self-deprecating creeper subconsciously wrapped his arm tighter around the stressed out builder in his slumber.

Bonus:

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE BROKE HIS BRACES?"

Xisuma flinched away from NPG's scream. That's one way to learn that EX successfully pact up NPG... He heard some shuffling on the other side and heard EX and NPG whispering to one another.

Then, EX's voice spoke up.

"NPG and I are immediately heading over there right now, Suma. If he's seriously hurt, NPG will aggressively build a rustic house on everyone's bases for allowing this to happen."

Xisuma couldn't helped but rolled his eyes at his alternate counterpart's reaction. He sounded like a worried parent... Which was something else on it's own.

"X, you do realize that Grian is a full grown adult, right? He can take– Aaannnnndddddddd he hung up on me. Great."

Immortality Spell || Cleo Angst?

Wow look! I can write other hermits!

Cleo slumped into her seat, she shut her eyes closed tightly. Her tears were sprinkling in the dim light in her ship carven. Her body shook as she held back her tears. It wasn't in there! But it HAVE to be in there!

She rubbed her eyes as more tears fell down her face. She couldn't find ANYTHING about Immortality in that spell book! And it was CURSED as well! She shook her head, not hearing the footsteps coming close.

Cleo buried her face into her hands while shaking her head, she can't lose them! She just... can't... The hermits are the best thing in her life and when she'll lose them...

She shook her head more aggressively this time, her tears were flowing down like a river. The thought that— No. The KNOWLEDGE that one day, one day... the hermits will turn grey, will age and she won't change. And then that one night... That one night... that amazing, amazing night. Their heartbeats will stop... Permanently. Forever. All because she never found that immortality spell in time...

She floated her arms and pressed her head into it, her body shook as she finally let out her sobbed. All the sleepless night finally made it to her, she closed her eyes as sleep consumed her.

Later that morning, she'll wake up confused to find why she's in bed. Only to immediately work go back to finding a spell.

Wow, I made myself sad from editing that...

Huh

Jangler || Background GriDoc, almost wrote 'GriDove' for a sec there (Alterverse)

Slight angst in here too! Wooooooo

Ren stared as Docson and Sherlock Grian were sitting next to each other a bit too closely to analyze the latest clue of the Jangler case. He bit his bottom lip and observed as the duo were brainstorming about who could the Jangler possibly be.

He started to feel like the Jangler started this mystery to get the two together, or, at least bond. I mean... After the incident that occurred during the war, Doc started to avoid Grian, causing said man to be slightly more insecure about himself and start to avoid Doc which only fuel Doc's guilt...

And now here they are...

Together.

Because of the Jangler.

He stared as the duo talked on and on about who the Jangler could be. But honestly? Ren didn't care about that like now. It was just nice... It was nice to see the two together again. Even if they rarely ever hung out in the first place, it was still nice to see them together.

He watched the duo unintentionally bond with a smile. After all of this is solve, he should really thank whoever the Jangler is.

Then it hit him.

What will happen to them once this is all over?

...

Guess he'll just have to enjoy it while it last...

Ouch, I hurt myself

*claps hands* Anyways. Time for W.I.P.s that I'll never finish time!

I don't have a proper title for this one but it's happened in the Alterverse and it's one-sided love with slight angst. Good luck finding out who's this. Never mind I just read my own writing, it's a dead giveaway...

It started out as showing each other their base. Giving him the idea to make that pickle death trap. Agreeing that water sucks. Admiring each other's build. Giving him a pink shield as joke only him to love it. Him helping with the sand village. Golfing together. Participating in his head hunt. Hearing him make an interesting Swedish accent. Changing the sign to say his name. Meeting up for some Tea and Toast. Exploding a disgusting diorite cake.

—{Oh, hey! When did this care for him came from? Why is it so overwhelmingly big?}—

'Incorrectly' mistaking him for Poultry Man. Meeting up with everyone else that agreed to be in an alliance. Encountering the Team S.T.A.R. at the white flag. Building the G-Team base together. Mistakingly hiring Mumbo as a mole with him. Him acting as 'Gerture' for the door bell. Re-encountering the Team S.T.A.R. members to take down the flag. Being made fun of for his outfit. Running back towards the G-Team base. Dying. Meeting up with Team S.T.A.R. to discuss about the capture the flag game. War being cancelled because of an incident.

—{Oh god, oh god, oh god. Don't die! Don't die!...}—

Thanking everyone that helped him. Staying by his side during his paralysis. Kept on resurrecting him as best as he could. Helped designing and making his braces. Encouraging him from a far during his physical therapy. Being invited –quite dramatically, might he add– into the Architect. Accepting said invitation. Meeting up with him. Building the basic outline of Sahara. Moving to a lovely village for 1.14. Unintentionally making Sahara St. a thing. Going off with a bang. Winning the chaotic 'paintball' game. Continuing Sahara. Feeling a bit upset when the Jangler showed up.

Trying and failing to understand about his feelings towards him. Meeting up with the other Architects. Only to learn that he just wanted to prank them. Watching him died. Laughing about said death. Him coming out to them. Opening Sahara. Said opening becoming a disaster. Finding the potato culprit. Meeting his other friends. Some of said friends threatened him to treat him right. Ending up in a tie in the build off. But all agreed that Mumbo lost.

I forgot I ended this W.I.P. in a comedic effect jherbjhbfjhesnfiurrwnwrijfgoijrtjgoitrw, why past me?

In case you can't tell for some weird reason, it's one-sided Griskall so yee

Again don't have a proper title but it happened in the Broken Au!

I started this one out as trying to explain why Broken! Grian is blind in this Au but iervbufhdvsfvnds. No, Jevin didn't blind him, he still has somewhat of a heart.

Jevin ran down the war field with his shield out. He eyed the war field on edge, his hand on the ear piece that somehow managed to still in one place on his jello head. With his eyes narrowed, he attempts to spot a figure running on the field. However both the storm and fighting decided otherwise. He growled out and clutched his free hand tightly.

Why is he trusting them again? 

He sat there in brush far longer than he would've like before hearing static coming from his wrist. His eyes widened as he quickly opened up the screen. He tried to focus on the voice that was coming in.

And after a few static, Grian's voice came though. "Jevin! I got the flag but the effects are running off! I might have to pass off the flag to you, can you handle that?" Despite the static mixed in, Jevin managed to make out some of the sentence from his watch. He held back his smile as he answered back, "Of course, I can. But where do we meet?"

"Under the ConCorp platform? There's not only shelter but a place to hide so I can put on some armor."

"Sure."

Grian had a bad feeling since the beginning of the day, he just haven't said anything to the other hermits about it. But he did caught Mumbo looking at him from time to time, even with that mask on.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd, it ends mid paragraph. Of course it does 

By the way the storm has a hand in what blind Grian

Deserted Island No. 14 [Failure]

Yeah, this was the only work the one that was from a completely different prompt list. The one I ended up with was from cure-for-writers-block's '100 dialogue prompt (or something like that...) to break a reader's heart' on tumblr.

This is from the same blog but a completely different list and prompt that I struggled with

By the way, this takes place after the events that occurred in DI

Mumbo and Iskall sat at the cafe, waiting for someone to show up. It's been a week since everything had happened and everyone involved were still trying to adjust, especially the groups who actually lost a few people...

The hermits were one of them unfortunately... Losing the rest of the nho really effected Doc quite badly to the point that everyone needed to take a break for a while. Which is something everyone involved needed whether or not they'll admit it. 

The real season six has gonna wait a while...

Their conversation was put on hold when they heard a bell ring, turning around they noticed a certain dirty blonde they haven't seen since the events have ended.

"Grian!" Iskall called out with a wave, smiling brightly at the man. He turned towards them and waved his hand at them with a smile as while. He walked over their table and took a seat in front of them.

"Sorry that I was late, Ana and Daniel were hot on my tail after everything." Mumbo chuckled and took a sip of his coffee, "They have their reasons." "True," Grian nodded his head at the statement. He raised his hand at a waiter to order his drink. After the waiter wrote it down, he headed back.

Iskall raised his brow at Grian, "You drink coffee?" Grian rested his chin on his left palm while the right played with a napkin, "No, I don't like it that much but I have some exceptions." Mumbo put his coffee down and raised a brow at the ex-Watcher, "Like?" "Any coffee made by Ana and mocha but with extra milk."

"That's not much, man," Iskall stated, drinking his chocolate beverage. Grian raised a brow at the Swed, gesturing towards the man's drink. "I would order alcohol but this is a coffee place, my dude." Mumbo rolled his eyes at the Swed's explanation, "He's lying, he has a swed tooth." Grian widened his eyes and pulled up his arms as Iskall spitted out his beverage.

He glared at Mumbo while the Brit just smiled at him, "Do not!" "Do too!" Grian stared at the duo with a slight smile, he shook his head and chuckled at the two full grown man arguing about one having a sweet tooth.

They probably would've continued arguing if the waitress didn't came with Grian's drink.

After Grian thanked the waitress, a silence washed over them. It wasn't the usual awkward silence that will come when neither party knew what to say nor react, nor was it the silence that makes people want to rush out the room as soon as possible. It was just the nice comfortable silence, like two introverts in a room, doing their own thing but also enjoying the other's presence.

"So how are the others doing?"

Yeeyeeyee, that's how I'm ending this off

Now if you'll excuse me I now must find a way to pay Ajex for narrating all of these junks

Gonna go caving now, Alterline out!