I Regret Saying This. But You Know Who Is Better Than Both? BETTER THAN MOST??? THE FRUIT PUNCH CLOWN

I regret saying this. But you know who is better than both? BETTER THAN MOST??? THE FRUIT PUNCH CLOWN I WROTE AN ESSAY ON IT FOR MY ENGLISH CLASS AND GOT AN 80 SOMETHING. AH HAH HAH HAAA!!!

One day everyone is going to hear my rant on why Balloon Boy is objectively better than Grumbot.

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...

Hot am I right?

some jasper sketches

HCAU #11

It's HCBBS and the world is actually ending. Impulse and Iskall are the only ones who survived. Will they get to the next season, or are they stuck on the empty server forever.

A thin idea but there's some to work with. Maybe the guys who went on vacation also survived and the people that made the cult are actually dead or smth.

Another HCBBS idea is that during the switch, the hermits do a sort of personality swap. I think Cub and Scar would be funny in this situation, but there are tons to go off here with Grian and Zed, Tango and False, ect.

There was something that wouldn't leave Scar's mind as he returned to his little house. Season nine wasn't an ocean season, so why did it occupy so much bandwidth of his neurons? Season six, Grian and Mumbo lived IN the ocean, season season situated the shopping district on an island, and the entire land of season eight was an island... So why did this season why did it bother Scar more than previously.

Was it what Grain had said?

"The bottom of the ocean is gone."

What could that mean? Gone? How could something like just disappear? Everyone played it off, but had anyone checked the ocean?

Scar put away his building materials and shot off towards the ocean on his elytra. He landed on the ledge Grian was diving from. He slowly grew closer to the edge. He looked over the green grass into the dark color, insufficiently identified as blue-green. The ocean was deep, but it was not Mariana's trench. It was filled with kelp and coral.

Scar stepped back and looked in the shulker box Grain had used. Empty. With a quick glance around, Scar placed all of his valuables in the chest. He set his spawn at the bed. He walked to the edge and dived in. He held his breath and saw no bottom. He went further down. Still nothing.

He returned to the surface for air and sighed. So what if the ocean is deeper than it should be. That's not exactly world ending.

As Scar pondered how to get out of the water, the waves started to grow. He looked at them and rode them. He furrowed his brows. He saw a large shadow pass under him.

Without another second of thought, Scar swam with every ounce of energy towards the coast, but he could not out swim the looming shadow beneath him and a thin, wet strand of something grabbed his leg and pulled him down beneath the sea foam and surface pressure; deeper and deeper until Scar's breath ran out, and though his vision began to fade, he could see the light disappear until yards of water.

He woke up with a gasp. He looked towards the edge of the cliff and understood in a moment what Grian was trying to find.

Part 2

Grian looks over the edge of the cliff at the crashing waves. His teeth clench together in a disgusted frown. He clenches his fists.

He takes several calculated steps back, and once he has gone far enough back, he runs forward, each foot kicks grass and dirt from beneath him until there is nothing beneath him and he is falling, Air rushing around his body; not screaming nor thrashing around, the builder grows closer to the edge of the world, shrouded in the that glorious blue-green and sea foam that sat on desktop screens before a silly game or video boots up to make the ocean's vile nature nothing more than a single graffiti ridden cargo car of the train of thought.

The cold water swallows Grian's body. Grian doesn't give into his fears and takes one final breath before diving down. His breast stroke was laughable. That wouldn't stop him. It didn't matter. His tightened chest was a ruse. His blinking consciousness was fake. This was all fake.

Grian wakes up again in a red bed he set up on the cliff face with a shulker box with his belongings. He gasps the air around him. He chooses not to check his communicator. He takes it off. He gets up and runs off the cliff face again. No malice finds him when he hits the cold water again. He swims down further than the last time.

Again he wakes up and does it again. He gets further down.

And again.

To anyone that knows, it's a fruitless effort. Mumbo and Scar don't know the effort. "What is Grian doing?" they wonder, arriving as Grian runs off of the cliff again. It takes even longer for Grian to respawn, but when he does, Scar grabs his arm before he runs again.

"What are you doing? Grian is everything okay?"

"The bottom of the ocean is gone."

Part 1