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The Consequences of Being Early

Summary:

Grian's early to a meeting for the first time since he had joined Hermitcraft, and this causes some shenanigans to happen.

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It was a running joke that Grian couldn’t be on time to anything, be it heading to one of Jimmy’s challenges, MCC, or even the bi-monthly Hermitcraft meetings; he used to always be on time, back when he was in high school, but the day he left the void that the world his high school had been on had become, he was late to everything. However, today he was going to be turning the tables as it was time for the second Hermitcraft meeting of the month, and Grian was going to be early for it, so he set out, an hour in advance, to get to the meeting.

When he arrived at the Meeting Hall, he strolled in, taking his seat in between Scar’s empty seat and Mumbo’s filled one, the moustached man openly gaping at Grian’s presence.

“Hello, Mumbo,” Grian said, trying for a casual tone of voice, but failing to hide the amusement in it.

“You’re early,” Mumbo stated, causing Grian to roll his eyes.

“Astute observation, my friend. Yes, I am capable of being early to things.”

“For as long as I have known you, you have never once been early to something, and if you ever are, then you vanish again only to return when you are officially late,” Mumbo shot back, getting a giggle from Grian.

“You never saw me in high school. I was always on time to things, if I wasn’t early that is.”

“You used to always be on time or early?!” Mumbo exclaimed, nearly standing up in his shock.

“Yes, all the time in fact. I broke that habit the moment I left that world… well, when the world was destroyed that is. There is no sense of time in the Void after all,” Grian hummed, muttering the last part so quietly that Mumbo had to strain his ears to be able to hear what was being said.

“The Void? No, wait, actually, I don’t want to know.”

“Good, because that’s something I wouldn’t have told you anyways, backstory things, you know?” Grian replied, getting a nod from Mumbo.

***

The two continued on with their absentminded chatter, passing the time while they waited for someone else to arrive, both excited to see their reaction to Grian already sitting in the Meeting Room an hour early. During the wait, Grian had pulled out a small bag of seeds for him to snack on, having skipped breakfast so he could get some building done before heading to the Meeting Hall.

Mumbo, at the sight of the seeds, only rolled his eyes, before he perked up as he heard rockets approaching the Hall, signalling that the next Hermit was arriving, and a few moments later, Doc walked into the room, followed by Ren shortly after, the later walking straight into Doc’s back as the creeper hybrid had stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the sight of Grian who was now giving him a lazy two finger salute in greeting. 

“Doc, my dude, you can’t just stop in the doorway. I have to get inside, too,” Ren grumbled, stepping around Doc, and stopping himself when he spotted Grian, before his face broke into a wide smile, bounding forward to pull Grian into a hug. “Grian! Great to see you early for something for once in your- are those seeds you are eating?”

“Wha- yes, they are seeds. What’s so wrong with that?” Grian spluttered, pulling back from the hug to stare at Ren in both indignation and confusion.

“Nothing, just- ya’ know something a bit weird to be eating,” Ren commented, getting more indignant spluttering from Grian.

“He has a point, Gri. I think you’re the only Hermit who eats seed on Hermitcraft,” Mumbo hummed absentmindedly, before spitting out the feathers that were shoved in his mouth when Grian flapped his wings at him.

“It’s perfectly normal, thank you very much!” Grian huffed, folding his wings back neatly against his back.

“I’m with Mumbo and Ren on this one Grian,” Doc cut in, getting yet another eye roll from Grian.

“Of course you would,” he muttered, huffing out a sharp breath.

***

By this point in time, several other Hermits had started to slowly trickle into the Meeting Hall, shocked looks being exchanged at the sight of Grian sitting in his chair, but the four were locked in their conversation as to whether or not eating seeds was weird or not. No one else dared to cut in, both because they wanted to see where the argument would go naturally, and because they didn’t want to be snapped at just in case they weren’t welcome in the conversation at that moment.

With how long the arguing had been going on for, Grian was slowly starting to get fed up that he was being told that eating seeds was slightly strange when he was a parrot hybrid, and seeds were a natural part of his diet, and after a comment from Doc, he exploded.

“I don’t want to hear another word about my seeds being weird. After all, Ren, you eat raw meat, like, you’ll kill the animal and just eat it fresh, Doc, you eat gunpowder because you are a creeper hybrid and it’s part of your natural diet, just like my seeds , and Mumbo, you eat redstone, and you’re not even a hybrid! You just eat the stuff! I get that it is technically edible, it goes in potions after all, but that’s only a little bit, not the handfuls that you eat!”

There was silence for a long, long moment, before laughter erupted from around the room, Ren sinking into his seat and hiding his crimson red face in his hands, tail curled around his leg in embarrassment, Doc just huffed, conceding to Grian’s point, heading to his own seat as well, startling slightly when he noticed just how packed the Meeting Hall had become, and Mumbo started to stutter out excuses for his redstone eating habits, trying desperately to insist that eating redstone was something that most redstoners did, only to get that statement shot down by Tango, Etho, Doc, and Impulse, causing Mumbo to pout and go silent.

“See, I’m not the weird one here. At least my seeds are more normal than what you guys eat,” Grian huffed, flopping back in his seat.

There was silence for a short moment, before Xisuma broke it, having been the last one to arrive, as he had been caught up in working on the code. 

“Well, since we are all here, a miracle all in of itself with Grian here, there are just two things to go over before we start the meeting. One- every hybrid has different eating habits, and most of them will appear weird to others, so the fact that we went this long without someone bringing it up is a shock, and two- Grian, you were here early?”

“Yes, yes I was here early. I got here after Mumbo,” Grian smirked, revelling in the chaos that his statement brought, after it had been confirmed by Mumbo, Doc, and Ren.

Before trying to get his Hermits under control and silent once more, X muttered out a very quiet, “I guess miracles really do exist,” that only Keralis heard, sending the man into hysterics, before trying to wrangle his Hermits so the meeting could actually start on time; it didn’t happen of course, no Hermitcraft meeting could start on time, even if Grian was early.

Notes:

And Grian was never early again.

I just love the chaos that the Hermits cause. They are just so much fun to write!

I hope you all enjoyed! Have a brilliant day! Love you all <3 /p