Hermitcraft Oneshots and AUs (Season VI And VII) ((FIN))

Angsty Cat Boi's. -GoldWitherPhoenix1, 2020

Well-the title is self explanatory. 

GoldWitherPhoenix1

Third Person

Scar ruthlessly hit the punching bag, ignoring the tears coursing down his face.

His fists where bloody and leaking through the bandages that he wrapped around his lower arm and knuckles to help with the damage.

But despite the bandages, Scar was pissed and everyone that had seen him truly angry knew to get out of his way. It's like a super power is unlocked.

As the blood dripped to the floor and stained the formerly white punching bag with a splotch of red, Scar finally realized what he was doing to his hands and retracted himself, grumbling softly.

His only concern was cleaning this up before another hermit came into the public gym. And he did so, finding the cleaning supplies and practically drenching the blood stain in cold water and baking soda.

That's how Grian found Scar. Mopping up the pool of blood, and not seeming to notice his hands dripping said blood and slowly dribbling its way down the mop handle.

"H-holy crap! Scar! What happened?"

The footsteps of Grian rushing over just barely made its way into Scars head. He slowly looked up, tired eyes meeting Grians worried ones.

Scar didn't struggle as Grian guided Scar into the medical room of the gym. Grian sat Scar down and began unwrapping the bandages.

Grian didn't ask a single question as he grabbed the needle and thread. He didn't say a word as he stitched up the wounds in Scars knuckles and wrapped fresh bandages over them.

"Scar?... You want to stay at my place?"

No response. Just a blank gaze, Scars eyes told Grian he was elsewhere. In another world, another time.

So Grian led the slightly taller man to a tunnel system with a railroad cart he had made to his base to save time if someone can't fly.

He loaded Scar into a cart and pushed it to hit the powered rails. It went flying and Grian swiftly followed it in his own cart.

Eventually the carts hit a blow-taking barrier and the carts rolled into a inlet. Grian hopped out and hauled Scar out of the cart, helping him into his base before sitting him down next to the furnaces.

Mission accomplished. Phase two: Find coal and a bed.

Grian located the two things with a speed that only someone who uses this cluttered storage could.

He placed the bed next to the furnaces and threw some coal in. After a second of thought, he added some meat. To be productive. Gently lifting the now-sleeping Scar up, he placed him in the bed and threw a homemade wool blanket over him.

A watch buzzed and Grian glanced at his.

The timer for the Sahara meeting had gone off. Why had they set it so late?...

A firework echoed through the still night as Grian launched through the air, heading to the meeting-And his impending mental breakdown.

--Time skippy--

Scar woke up in a bed, in Grians base, with no memory on how he had gotten there. His hands ached and were securely wrapped in medical bandages.

Lurching to his feet as he smelt cooked meat, he fished it out of the furnaces. Mildly confused, he looked around, sat down, and ate the pork after deciding he would make Grian food to pay him back later.

A quiet crying alerted Scar of Grian crashing into a pillar after arriving. He had just slid to the bottom, sat there, and cried.

Alarmed, Scar nipped over to Grian, eyes darting over him, searching for a wound, something that could cause the sobbing.

Then the category of crying struck Scar like a elephants trunk to a lions neck.

Heartbroken. Painfilled. Destroyed. Betrayed.

Betrayed.

Who the flipping nether hurt him?

Scar knelt by Grian, and softly asked "Gri-" He was smothered in a hug, and Grian sobbed into his shoulder.

"Oh G..."

In response, the hug became tightly, and Scar hugged back.

He didn't need to know what had happened.

What mattered right now? Saving two broken souls.

Tada!

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