The Crew's Book of Hermitcraft Season Six Oneshots

Let's Face It

Request by ShaDanik9087.

Grian screamed, but got a mouthful of dirt phasing through his face for his troubles. This was the fourth time this week he'd gotten stuck like this. Thankfully, he heard footsteps approaching. Doc's maybe? Grian pivoted out of the ground to see. It appeared to be Doc and Scar, Scar in some kind of military uniform.

Desperate, he dolphin-flopped over to the two, who stared dumbfounded. From their point of view, Grian was teleporting about 3 meters into the air and then gliding down, rinse and repeat. Before he could ask for help, he found a trident being pointed at his face.

"First it was villager Grian, now you've come for the real thing, eh aliens? Well you're not gonna get him!" Doc's tone shifted from annoyed to confused to flat-out angry in the space of two sentences, surprising the other two present.

He then promptly threw his trident at Grian, knocking the gremlin out. At least he stopped phasing through the ground, though. Scar looked at Doc, putting on his helmet to turn into Captain Angry Eyebrows. He opened his mouth to tell Doc off for knocking Grian out for reason, but was cut off by a glare.

Time Skips like a stone on a pond.

Grian woke up in a bright room. He sat up, dazed. He was in a box of sorts, with a dusty sandstone floor and a surprisingly well-built beach house. Eyes coming into focus, he noticed a door made of Ice, with two blurred figures standing behind it. He ran up to the door, banging on it, and screaming to be let out.

One figure, probably Doc, turned and walked away, muttering something or other about being back when Grian calmed down. The other figure took off his helmet, whispered a quiet apology and chased after the first.

Grian paced the room that was his cell. He looked in his inventory to see if there was anything to do. It was empty. Quietly cursing the Area 77 people, he took a better look at the beach house. It was beautifully built. He couldn't recognise whose build style it was, guessing that it was probably Doc's. He also noticed a couple of shulker boxes.

Curious, he took a look inside. There seemed to be building materials inside, including wood, stone, sand, gravel, coal, iron-

An idea struck Grian like a brick to the head. He smelted down the iron ore into iron, breaking one piece of gravel over and over until he got flint. Grinning, he moved to the next stage of his plan.

Cautiously, he punched out one of the torches in one of the corners, making the area dark enough for mob spawns. He broke down a log into planks, then sticks, attaching some stones to one to make a rudimentary sword. 

He sat in front of the dark corner, waiting for a creeper to spawn. When one did, he charged at it. He made quick work of the mob, placing the torch back down and picking up the gunpowder like it was the most precious thing he had. In a way, it was.

He mixed some sand, gravel and gunpowder to make his favourite block, placing a few by the door. He crafted a flint and steel, lighting the TNT before taking a cautious step back, plugging his ears as the explosion went off.

He ran through the door, hoping to all hope that nobody would notice him running. No such luck. Doc chased after him, throwing his trident and yelling. Grian burst out the door, running at top speed. He could tell Doc was chasing after him, so he ran to the nearby town.

Doc's trident stuck in the back of his leg as he crossed the border, causing him to stumble. Seeing Doc still approaching, he limped to False's house, banging on the door and crying for help. As False opened the door, he fell forwards, gasping in pain. False saw the uniform he was in, the fact that Doc was chasing him, and put two and two together.

She helped Grian in, glaring at Doc, and closed the door.

I hope you liked it! 

And yeah, let's face it, Grian is absolutely an SCP. You can't convince me otherwise.

OdalRune, signing off from the past!