Grian Oneshots!!

Desert Rabbits [Angst/Comfort] 3rd Life

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WOAH IS SHE POSTING TWO DAYS IN A ROW WOOWWWWWW  so someone commented with like a list of people for comforting grian in a hurt/comfort oneshot (you know who you are, hi :D ) and said they loved scott (/p) so i was like "why not" 
i will probably write more oneshots in the future with the people this person listed, so stay tuned

AND JIMMY CANARY CURSE BROKEN SECRET LIFE WHATTTTT?!?!?!?!??!?!

TWs:
- panic attack
- weapons/someone attacking another person
- mentions of S4m/YHS
- shipping (flower husbands my beloved)

Grian feels eyes on him as he briskly walks through the smaller desert on 3rd Life. Based on this sentence, most people would assume that the avian is being followed by a powerful force, something to be reckoned with, but no, because the only pair of eyes that rest on Grian are the beady eyes of a small rabbit.

Desperately trying to convince himself he hadn't seen anything and was just walking towards Scott and Jimmy's flower valley, the blonde starts to lose focus and run, not even caring where he's going. Just as long as he escapes the malicious gaze of the tiny mob.

As a result of not watching where he is going, Grian bumps into someone, the panic still not leaving him.

"Well well well," a wicked voice booms over the shaking blonde. A deviously-smiling Martyn stands above Grian, axe in hand. He sways it back and forth lightly, clearing having just been gathering some wood. "What do we have here?"

The sinister voice of the taller sends shivers down the avian's spine. He truly didn't see Martyn and in no way meant to bump into him. Grian had been good friends with Martyn before this new game, but the server and the color above one's head has a way of changing how said person acts.

Swallowing a stuttering, the avian attempts to make temporary peace with Martyn. He needs to get to Scott. To the flower valley. The image of a rabbit ingrained in his mind, Grian stammers a response.

"M-martyn, I promise I-I didn't see you," he starts. "I w-won't bother you a-again, I-I promise!"

The taller considers his words for a minute before smiling again and pointing his axe at the desperate avian. "Hmmm, you're so vulnerable right now, how would you feel if I changed that green name to a yellow one?" Martyn's gaze burns into Grian's eyes as he starts shaking.

"P-please," the blonde stutters, unsure of what to say. His panic increases. "I-I can't-" he is unable to finish his sentence as he shakily and heavily breathes in and out, trying to control himself until he can get to the flower valley.

Martyn laughs darkly. "I'll take that as a yes," his eyes narrow and he smiles, lifting his axe and starting to swing at the avian.

His body moving faster than his mind, Grian narrowly dodges Martyn's swing and bolts. He doesn't stop running until he's lost the taller blonde, hiding behind a tree for a minute to make sure Martyn's not on his tail.

After confirming that he's been left alone, the panicking avian proceeds to the gates of the flower valley, opening and closing them sloppily as he finds his way into the house of the two residents.

"Scott!" Grian barely manages to yell out into the house before he collapses to the floor and the panic takes hold of him. He curls into a ball, praying that the blue-haired man is home.

Half a minute later, the blonde hears a loud thumping, and tenses up as the source of the sound comes to a stop in front of him. The only thoughts that can fly through Grian's brain are old ones from many years ago. They were in Japan. He was on the floor in a closet. He towered over the avian, a sinister grin on his face and a knife in his hand.