It's Another Hermitcraft Oneshot Book

The Real Grian- (Fluff - Grian x Doc)

Grian POV-

Another boring rainy day. I lay in the hall that leads towards my storage system as I watch the heavy grey clouds dump the thick rain droplets on the ground. Puddles had begun to form as the ground lost its ability to absorb more. I watch as the small stream flowed down the small pipe I had put in the concrete and wood floor for this exact reason. It emptied out into an underground pool that I had found earlier in the season. It had become the starts of my robotics lab.

Yes, I do robotic stuff. Sue me. I may be terrible at Redstone, but I had become quite handy with the wires and circuits that made up robotic items. It started out when I created NCP Grian, or NPG. Sure, he was just a string of code, but he needed a vessel so I made him a realistic one that looked and sounded like me even if he was a little uncoordinated.

Later, I perfected my skills and created Robot Grian, or RG. He was a more refined machine but I decided to make him look less me. It had always been strange watching a doppelganger I had created lurch awkwardly around.

I had brought obviously them to Hermitcraft with me. I always had them with me as they were often useful when it comes to mining, creating concrete, or AFKing. I kept them in my base's basement, RG would be plugged into his port while NPG stays in his closet.

That gives me an idea! I could go hand out with them. Actually, let's not do that. I'm clearly way to bored if I want to hang out with NPG and RG. Instead I'll just take a trip to the shopping center, who cares if it's stil raining.

I stand up and grab an umbrella from my junk chests before walking out onto the soft ground, my shoes squeaking as the water seeps into them. Just great.

I ignore my wet socks and begin the walk to the shopping district as it's too rainy to utilize an elytra. The winds would push me around much too harshly and the rain would soak through the soft feathers, making them too heavy to stay airborne within minutes. And I still haven't moved my nether portal from the tree so I have no access to it.

After the quick walk through the jungle, enjoying the scents of the rain ridden soil, and an exhausting paddle through the wave tossed ocean, I dock at the mushroom island. Quickly tying the boat to a nearby fence gate to prevent it from being lost, I trudge into the heart of the shopping district with my umbrella closed, appreciating the rain as it rinses the salt water from my clothes and face. I'm already soaked from the waves so that's no longer a concern of mine.

My first stop is Keralis' LLAMB store to pick up some extra books that I don't have villagers for. I quickly move to Stress' glass shop to pick up some clear glass for a future project. \

As I leave her shop, my shoes slipping on the mud I had tracked in, I find that I'm out of food. So I rush over to my barge, which is shifting under the waves that had been risen on the small pond, to check for extra golden carrots. Sold out. I stand on the heavying wooden planks wondering what to do when I see a light on at Five Goats. I pull a couple extra diamonds from my ender chest and rush inside the warm restaurant. The warm stung my cold skin as I began to browse the assortment of carrots, looking for the freshest. I take my selected items to pay and just as I drop the diamonds into the payment chest, I heard grunting from the back.

I turn, choosing to ignore it until I heard what sounded like metal on metal and some robotic whistling, caused by the movement of uncalibrated robotic parts. I pocket the carrots and walk to the white door that leads to the back It's slightly ajar and I knock on the door frame hesitantly. When I don't hear anything I carefully push the door open to peek inside. My heart flutters slightly and I curse my dumb heart.

Sitting on a table in the middle of the room is Doc. His shirt is discarded on the floor, exposing his creeper skin and metal arm. His hair is plastered down to his head from rain and his robotic eye is flashing red. His left arm is holding a small tweezer as he pulls at a couple pieces of wire in his right arm. The wires are sparking and his arm is clearly malfunctioning.