HCAU Idea #9
HCAU Idea #9
I've got it. The best idea. This is the idea that trumps all others. I present:
THE TOMODACHI AU
Create a new tomodachi island, and write what happens. You don't need to make any of the choices! You don't even need to think about who to ship or not to ship! Finally, an AU that all I need to do is write... I don't even need to decide what's going to happen! Ah, and AU where the work is done for me. I can't think of a better idea... actually...
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Even though Disgrace is really old and I've taken the ideas and stories for my own personal work, it's still a big part of my writing journey. Here's a scene I rewrote:
“It’s not a prank,” a cold voice seethed from the roof of town hall. Grian sat above them all, dark eyes shaded by shaggy and dirty bangs. Grian jumped down, landing on one knee right in front of Etho and Xisuma, displaying the blood stain on his back to the two. He stood up, straightening his ripped tank top.
“You okay there, dude?” Ren asked from the crowd.
Grian flipped his hair out of his face, giving a clear view to the myriad of scratches on his face. “Peachy.” He looked back at his admin and Etho and then back to the crowd.
He leaned casually forward on the railing, clicking his tongue, “It’s not a prank, it’s not some big ‘gotchu’; I blew the mansion sky high. Wasn’t gonna finish it anyways,” He added the last part under his breath. Grian looked dictionary sick; pale skin, sunken eyes, and red nose. His expression sat neutral on his face, “And, y’know what? It’s really nothing to anyone’s concern, y’know?” He stood, stretching his back, “I’ll just rebuild it or something!”
Impulse stepped up, “We can help you, if you want,” He said, “We could help get you some of those materials back.”
“No, really, don’t bother with that--”
“Grian, really, if there’s something you need help with we are here for you,” Cleo oftered.
Grian put his hand up before anyone else could speak, “I get it; y'all want to help me. I appreciate it, I really do, but I made this mess, and I alone will clean it up. I got upset and KA-BOOM! Y’know?” He laughed in a way that added to the strange air of his behavior.
A small part of Xisuma wanted to be proud of him for coming forward with what happened, but the rest of him was too unsettled by it to fully commit to that conclusion. Grian turned around and shoved his way through Etho and Xisuma to get into the town hall.
Mumbo narrowed his eyes from the back of the crowd, “We should go talk to him.”
“Why would we want to?” Bdubs said. Doc shoved him and walked with Mumbo to the steps of town hall. The hermits moved out of their way, Ren asking if they had any idea what was going on. Scar came with them, reassuring the hermits that, as their mayor, he would bring answers shortly. Iskall and Bdubs stayed behind.
They walked up the steps and Scar turned to address the crowd, “Now this was a strange way to start the day, and I can promise that answers will be brought shortly! I hope knowing that griefing isn’t a potential causation eases your nerves!”
“We’ll go talk to him,” Mumbo told Xisuma. The admin gave a solemn nod. They walked into the town hall, the empty room devoid of the diamond throne, only Grian standing in the center, a clear view of the blood stain on his shirt.
“Grian-” Doc stepped forward first, Grian suddenly turning around, fists readied. He lowered his arms seeing Mumbo and Doc.
“Oh,” He said as if he wasn’t about to sucker punch Doc, “Sup guys.”
“Sup,” Mumbo said, laughing softly in an attempt to ease Grian’s nerves, “You doing okay, buddy?”
Grian’s smile looked like his own for the first time in… actually a while. “I should tell the truth shouldn’t I?”
“I think that would help everyone, yeah,” Doc said, harsher than he meant it.
“Yeah,” Grian chuckled, “Um, well, I just haven’t… felt like myself recently,” He started pacing, immediately putting off Doc and Mumbo. “I’m sure people have started to notice it, but my dumbass can’t remember how to act.” He stopped pacing and looked Mumbo and Doc in the eyes, another thing that made the room stale. “Like, you guys, you look terrified.”
“You don’t normally stare at me like that,” Mumbo admitted.
“See!” Grian said, starting to pace again, “Let me guess, I don’t normally pace either?” Doc and Mumbo shook their heads. Grian sighed and stood still, eyes on the ground. “You want the truth? The truth-truth? I'm not the great builder you think I am. I’m not smart, I’m not socially adept, I’m not anything you think I am.” He looked away and crossed his arms, wincing, “I’m not what you think I am.”
Eleven minutes… eleven minutes and like 12 people.
Generic Watcher Au Teaser
Septicemia hid while Doc and Scar left Grian’s base. All alone, Grian looked through the boxes of gifts. Septicemia was going to give him an even better one. It gathered its bits and pieces and put itself together like a wooden and string toy, except the wood was flesh covered in puss filled boils and the string was wound up nerves and tendons. It was silent as he closed in behind Grian. Septicemia raised a jiggling arm and laid it on Grian's neck. Before Grian could even reach up to identify the cold sensation, little microscopic brittles released poison into his blood and muscle. It wasn’t the sobbing open wounds that Purser was so fond of, but a few rashes should suffice Purser’s infatuation.
Only after a few seconds, Grian’s arms became limp and hung by his side. His breathing became labored at exactly one minute, and merely 45 seconds later, he fell to the floor. In only two more minutes Grian would be an infectious bomb.
“GRIAN!! I LEFT MY COMMUNICATOR!”
Septicemia slithered away. Damn it.
Scar bounced down into the base and saw Grian, laying pale and cold on the ground. Grian might not have been a bomb, but it wasn’t like many of the hermits even meant ill-will towards watchers. Septicemia flooded back through the cracks in the floor and then out through the same cracks Grian used to get in.
Storm is my favorite OC. That's only half a lie.
