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HC Character study #1

Random character study to get some interactions down since certain characters aren’t behaving as expected D<!!! This has no beta, it’s just a study after all. But, I figured it would be better to post it here than let it rot away in my folders.

The sun was steadily rising in the sky, the day stretched out before him as he bounced around the camp gathering saplings, leaves and bits of bone meal. Area 77 was getting serious in their (Doc’s) attempts to spy on the Hippies and Grian was happy to take up the challenge.

Not that Doc has outright issued a challenge but the point simply stood; Grian was being told no and he was adamant about yes.

But spying was an advantage that the HIB did not need, and a nice forest and cliff side would be sufficient enough to make things difficult. And spruce up the camp a bit more.

It took most of the morning to set up the base of the natural fence, saplings were always unpredictable in their growth and Grian was p a r t i c u l a r about how things shaped out. Very particular as this was possibly the third time within the quarter hour that he had flown up into the air to get a look at how things were going.

Third time’s the charm, as it went.

“Something is missing…”

He gently circled in the air, taking in every angle he could think of, as he stared at the outline of his fence. Another rocket for height and he floating upside down a bit with little less luck than before.

Facing up at the blue sky for a moment his attention was pulled away by a shape, small and distant, making its way straight down towards the strange portal Doc was in the process of making. Grian waited a few moments before realizing that the shape was getting closer to the ground and he could make out flailing limbs and a very, very human appearance.

Not thinking beyond instincts he fired three rockets and swooped closer, circling around before firing another rocket to pitch himself downwards. He pulled up short and with a grunt caught whomever in his arms and let their momentum carry both of them towards the river just beyond Scar’s cliff. The splash was impressive, managing to even startle a few cows out of the way.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Splash down or not, catching a plummeting object still left sore shoulders. He was going to need something for that once he got back to camp. “I thought the glitches were done with.” Hermits respawning in mid-air was not the usual and Grian made a mental note to pester Xisuma about it later on. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah...geez, that sucked.”

“....” The voice was painfully familiar. “Uhm…” There was no way the voice could really be who Grian knew it to be. This was a private server and Xisuma always consulted the other Hermits before bringing someone new in.

Quickly rubbing the water off his face and pushing his wet hair out of his eyes he stared at the slowly, clearing sight before him.

A man, slightly younger than him, sat absolutely soaked before him. Brown curls hung tight against his forehead and...and the stark white rabbit ears that dripped water. The hoodie was gone but reddish eyes blinked at him. Surprise came into them as well and all Grian could do, was stare.

“G-gree-an!? It...wait.” The slighter man rubbed his head, then his eyes, then stared at Grian again before glaring. “Dude, what the hell! What did you do?”

Oh.

It was him.

“Hi, Sam.”

~~~**~~~

They’d managed to sloosh out of the water, drying off a bit and Sam wiggling out of his wet over shirt. Shoes, socks and shirts laid on the grass to dry but Grian had refused to unhitch his scabbard.

“I seriously feel like you’re gonna stab me. Can you put it away or I dunno throw it in the river?”

“Me stab you? Oh that would be rich all things considered.”

Sam rolled his eyes. That had been so long ago! Worlds away! Literally!

At least Grian was a familiar face. Everything else about the day was strange and concerning and made that constant buzz in his head even worse. He was wet and lost and the only help he had was the man he once called a friend and who now hated his very guts.

“Okay, okay, fine. But really, where am I? This isn’t Tokyo and for once nothing weird happened.” He paused, furrowing his brow in thought. No, he was pretty sure nothing strange had happened to him that morning. It had...actually been kind of boring.

“Hermitcraft.”

“Huh?”

Grian rolled his eyes again but at least his arms were crossed, which made Sam feel like he’d get away with minimal stabbing.

“You’re in Hermitcraft. In the latest world we’re colonizing for the Mains.” Sam wrinkled his nose at that. He knew Grian loved building (and he was good at it too, even Sam would admit) but colonizing worlds was sooo much work.

“So why am I here? I’m not a colonizer- wait, you didn’t do this right?”

“No! Why would I want you here anyways?”

That was rough, honest, but rough. But that had always been Grian. “Come on, you know you miss me!” He was scared and lost, the teasing was familiar. Old and covered with a strange ache he always pushed away, but it was familiar. And he clung to that.

“As if. If I’d known it was you falling, I would have pulled out popcorn, not more rockets.”

Sam grinned, snickering a bit before sighing and sitting on the grass.

“Sam?” Grian’s tone was way more curious than concerned, but Sam pretended it wasn’t.

“Sorry, dude. I kinda got used to there not being so much weirdness around since we, you know. The whole reset thing?” He flinched at that. If anything had been traumatic it had been the realization that they were absolutely alone. Just them. And then he’d lost Them too. He shook his head, ignoring the high pitched giggle that suddenly came from his throat.

“Sam, calm down. I can not have you going ape right now.” Grian’s hand had gone back to the fancy sword at his hip but Sam could feel that he was at least closer. He nodded though, picking his head up to look up at Grian.

The Brit looked...different. Not in the ‘oh, you dyed your hair!’ sort of way. It was more...subtle. He looked, relaxed- open and stood straighter and definitely not as scrawny as he’d been in high school.

��You’re staring. Stop it.” Grian thwacked him.

“Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder, glaring up at Grian before smirking, “Sorry! I just can’t look away from the stupid. I mean, really man? Flowers?”

“I’m a hippie!”

Something snapped at that- the tension, fear and panic bubbling over and Sam fell over into a laughing fit. Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed through the laughter. Hysterics, hysteria? Something like that but he couldn’t figure it out right now. Because right now he was fighting to pull himself back in- just like he’d had to for years now- pull back, hold back….don’t say the wrong thing and just breathe. Breathing was good. Breathing helped.

But so did the slightly awkward hand rubbing between his shoulder blades and the pained voice whispering his name.

He never knew how long these attacks lasted but this one felt shorter and soon he was just sobbing. That helped with the breathing, which helped to bring the buzz back down until he was hiccupping and trying not to cling to Grian who looked absolutely terrified but wasn’t going after that sword. No, his hands were on Sam’s shoulders and he was trying.

“T-thanks.” He snorted, pushing Grian away and letting his head fall forward a bit before shaking it and looking up.

“Just, keeping you sane. I’m serious when I said I can not have you going ape right now.”

Sam nodded. That was easier said than done but he could keep it cool. At least long enough to figure a way back out of here.

He opened his mouth to ask if there was a place for them to stay- but the words never got a chance to be said. Not when a splash caught their attention. Turning towards it, Sam could see a figure bobbing up and down. His heart sped up and he was seriously going to lose it now. First Grian and now this? Was today just deciding to gang up on him and send into those weird black outs?

The buzz started to get louder and he felt the air harsh in his lungs. Faster and faster, breath coming short as his eyes refused to move away from the figure bobbing just feet from him. Grian was shaking him again but he roughly pushed the older man away, then reached out and grabbed him back.

“Sam! He still doesn’t know how to swim!!!”

“W-what?”

Grian growled and pushed Sam away. The rabbit could only watch as the Brit dove into the water towards the bobbing figure. At least the figure stopped bobbing, Grian’s arms secure around him.

“Sam!” Now Grian was bobbing, “H-help! He’s out cold!”

Panic. That was panic in Grian’s voice! High pitched but still gruff. It brought back memories he’d long ago hidden away.

“SAM!”

The buzz snapped into silence, the world rushing back to his senses. He grunted and pushed himself forward, reaching out and taking hold of the banded wrist. “Keep his head up, I...still can’t swim to good either.”

Grian nodded and between them they managed to get the black haired man on to the shore.

“I-is he.”

“I….I don’t know.”

They waited, breathes held as the figure before them remained still-before letting out a rather long and loud snore.

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