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

crack-Robot Grian and others.

Request made by AjexxanAlterline

The hermits meeting Robo Grian.

That's all I ever want.

I know I can just write it myself but

MMEEEHHHHHHH

Well, this is gonna be exciting to write.

Third person

Grian was guiding Robot Grian into his base "So just don't fall into the water, alright? I don't want to have to reprogram you again!"

Robo stated in his usual monotone voice "THAT WAS GREATLY UNPLEASANT. I WILL NOT FALL INTO THE WATER AGAIN." Grian sighed when he got Robo onto the top level of his base "That's what you said last time. You will be staying here, with NPG!"

The top level had a small rustic house and NPG walked out "ROBO. GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN." Robo turned his head "GOOD TO SEE YOU AS WELL."

Grian winced "Stop yelling. It hurts my ears."

Robo laughed awkwardly "THAT WAS GREATLY AMUSING." Grian rubbed his nose "It wasn't intended to be amusing..."

An awkward silence and NPG led Robo into his house "YOU WILL TAKE A TOUR OF MY RUSTIC HOUSE." Grian stood there silently and set off a firework, heading towards Sahara.

He had a meeting to attend.

-----I KEEP KIDNAPPING THE CAMERA MAN.-----

Robo was sitting in the grass, quietly watching as the parrots squawked and pondered what living would feel like.

Would he feel weak? Or stronger then before?

A sense of self?

Would he lose the ability to shatter the fourth wall?

Surely not. But would he forget Grian and all he's done for him? If so, he would never take life up.

Life is so fragile, so tender...

His thoughts were cut off when Grian crashed into his base "Hide me! quick! Demise ghost is after me, trying to make me crash!" Robo dug three blocks down and threw Grian into the hole "CROUCH." And put a block on top of it.

A deceased player of Demise landed. It was Mumbo. Glancing around, he spotted Robo "Uhhhh... who are you?" Robo cocked his head "I AM ROBOT GRIAN. I WAS MADE BY GRIAN; WHO TOOK ME TO THIS SERVER."

Mumbo glanced around nervously "Did... did you do something to Grian?" Robo shook his head "NO. HE ASKED FOR ME TO HIDE HIM, AND SO I DID." Mumbo laughed nervously "Er... ill be right back, stay here, alright?" A metallic chuckle "WHERE COULD I GO? I CANNOT FLY."

Mumbo didn't bother answering and set off a firework, leaving. "HUH." Grian popped out of the hole "Uh oh."

"WHAT HAS YOU IN DESPAIR?" Grian sighed "Well... All the Hermits are gonna think you kidnapped me, resulting in them turning on you UNLESS I reveal you."

A silence interrupted by a beeping as Robo processed this. "I DO NOT SEE A PROBLEM." Grian stated waving his hands and his wings tossing into the air "Well, I didn't intend to reveal you and it's just WEIRD-" "What is weird yah?" Iskall stood there, a couple of other hermits landing.

Grian face-palmed "Guess its to late now! Everybody, meet Robo! Robo, meet everybody!" Robo made a confused noise "AM I SUPPOSED TO CALL THEM EVERYBODY OR DO THEY HAVE SEPARATE NAMES?"

Grian groaned "I'm not in the mood to introduce 20+ people!" there was a couple of laughs and Xisuma asked "So... why didn't I feel him join the server?"

A sigh "Well, he is practically an NPC, but slightly different-" NPG walked out of the rustic house "ISNT HE A ROBOT? IM THE NPC HERE. I MADE RUSTIC HOUSES." Multiple of the players flinched. The voice seemed to come from inside their heads, oddly enough.

Xisuma removed his mask, rubbed his nose, and put his mask back on "...Why do you do this to me Grian?"

"Do what?"

Xisuma rolled his neck "Bring entities that I have not approved onto the server. We already went over this about NPC Grian. Is there anymore your gonna pull out of the woodworks?" A rapid head shake "Uhhhhh, no I don't think so."

NPG uttered "YOU FORGOT WATCHER AND POULTRY."

Grain swatted NPG over the head "I purposely forgot about Watcher, and Poultry is already on the server!"

Xisuma repeatably slammed his head into the wall until Stress stopped him "Hun' that's unhealthy. Don't do that."

I struggled with this one. I really did. Something about it resulted in many many many writers blocks, it was dreadful to write.

Cramsalesman OUT

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