something's gone horribly wrong here
I wrote this in a trance last night and then vaguely edited it this morning. it just took over my brain okay <3? enjoy :)
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“Success!” Grian cries desperately.
Just a few more steps. He runs forward, reaching his hand around his shield-
A wither skull slams into him, sending shockwaves through his entire body. And everything goes black.
“No!” he screams in frustration, and a hint of ironic laughter.
He draws breath to scream again, into the darkness, but it catches in his throat. He pauses. He’s still here.
“Wait- what?” Grian manages to get out. He should’ve respawned by now.
There is silence for a moment. Then-
“WRONG.”
Grian would reach up to cover his ears, if he could. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a body, so he just suffers the grating shout. And then it registers. They’re here. And They want to talk to him.
“No, no, no!” he yells. Block them out until he respawns, that’s what he should do.
Blessedly, the world starts to come back into view. The grass, the torches, the Secret Keeper. But when he tries to stumble back to the battle, away from Them, he realizes two things: no one is around, and he can’t move. Then Grian sees the gray haze hanging over everything, and he wishes desperately to respawn.
But he doesn’t respawn. And they keep talking.
“SHE DIED FIRST.”
“Agh- that wasn’t my fault,” he responds, head aching. If he had a body, every muscle would be tensed to the point of cramping. And every fiber of him wants to Look.
“THE CURSE THINS.”
Grian doesn’t dignify it with a response. He didn’t know why in the moment, but he felt a vicious gladness when Timmy died second. Sure, he brought Lizzie to Red and Mumbo died directly after him (during quite a destructive event), but he lived.
“HE IS LEFT. HE IS WITH HIM. WHERE IS HE.”
His mind aches, it aches, it’s all-consuming–
“HE HIDES FROM OUR WRATH.”
They’re talking about Martyn, he thinks. He made the right choice – ran as soon as the wither showed up, just like Timmy and Mumbo should’ve done.
Timmy and Mumbo. The grief hits him like a wave. There are still so many Greens left, and they’re gone.
“THERE. WHERE THE OTHER IS. WHERE IS HE. WHERE IS HE.”
“I don’t know!” Grian yells angrily. “I don’t know where he is!”
“HIDING AWAY FROM US ALL THE DAY.”
Martyn doesn’t hide, his brain sluggishly supplies. Not all the time. But everything’s starting to feel fuzzy, and he’s not quite sure on the significance of that.
“WHERE IS HE.”
“I don’t know,” mumbles Grian. “I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know what you want.”
He can feel Them, seething, gnashing Their teeth. They hate this. They hate him. A small grim smile works its way onto what would be his face.
“And I wouldn’t tell you if I did.”
A growling like noise fills the void, but Grian thinks (hopes They don’t have long before he’s back in his body. He hopes They’re not holding onto him too hard. But Their presence grates on his brain, squeezes his lungs, and he wants out, he wants out-
“Ẅ̷̧̳̼̣̫̜̖͈̙̹̹̼̞̲́̍͂̅̾͝H̷͔͖̗̜̳͎̯̻͇͖̜̣̜͖̻̗̩̀̊͑̔̊͌̍̏̾̒͌͐͘̚̕͝͝É̷̡̞͓̫̹͚̱̖̲̬̽̃͋͜͝ͅͅR̷̢̺͇͚̭͖̪͕̞̙̎͌͆́̈͑Ë̷̻͎̦̭̱͉̓͑̑̎͛ ̶̨̛̦̙̲̥̮̥͇̗̖̣͂͗̉͗̈̍̕ͅĮ̸̣̺͖̮̭̠͇̥̩̩̼̦̯͓̈̅̽̄̂͊̽̇̃̇͒̊̇͌͂̕ͅS̷̪̜͈̻̥̈́́̈͠ ̴̢̧̮̠̟̘͚̼̼̖̙̲̜̰̃̑̓̇̓̍͒̏̓̒͆̕͘̚͠͠Ḥ̶̨̢͉̖̙̺̠̩͆̀̊́͂͊̌̎̌̽̕͠Ę̴̛̛͔̪͚͓̰̻̼̫̱̺͍̩̫̼͇̓̿̂́̔̆̒̆̈́͊͘͘͝͠.”
Grian screams. He tries to curl in on himself, tries to get away, but the noise is all around him. Pressing down, pushing the air out of his body. It fades after an indiscernible amount of time, but is replaced with a loud static.
“I don’t know,” he repeats with a gasp. He nearly has to shout over the static, and it only gets louder after he speaks. Another growl joins the crescendo, and the pressure increases and he wants to scream but he can’t, he can’t-
Grian gasps a breath as his feet hit the ground.
Immediately, the sharp stab of wither makes itself known. Before he can regain his breath (it feels like he’s fallen a hundred blocks, like Joel weeks ago, like his soulmate but with no water, like-), he’s moving. Running away from the Secret Keeper, away from the explosions and yelling of the battle. Running away from Them.
“I- wait, what?” he pants. He can feel it. “I’m yellow.”
Etho runs up to him, bleeding from several burn-like marks and covered in dirt.
“Why are you still poisoned?” he calls.
“I- something-,” he tries. “I died as I hit the button and I think it broke, so badly.”
Etho laughs. “Oh, no.”
Grian hit the button, and he can feel his health fluctuating, but after- what was it? After the pause, the break in the battle, he respawned and ran. Something like that. His health should settle soon.
And a few moments later, just after Cleo joins them on the sidelines, before he runs back into battle, it does. Everything’s faded now. He doesn’t remember details of the glitch, so it must have been small.
But somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, there is a scratching echo of a phrase.
Where is he.
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