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Grian was still frozen in the spot where he fell, Or at least, his body. He was so stupid, dying of fall damage in a place with tons of water. He was in shock. Grian didn’t register the fact that he was falling until his bones hit the ground, a jolt of pain going through his legs. As he died, his soul was lifted out of the body. He extended his long purple black wings, a million eyes surrounded him. The watchers’ voices burst.
I can’t believe he let them down.
He’s such a failure.
He didn’t even die a worthy death.
He isn’t worthy of our possession.
The whispers filled him with so much grief. He missed the bad boys, even if it was just a silly name, the boys brought him joy. He missed frolicking around Bread bridge, knocking over Jimmy's glasses. Grian wanted to be with them again.
I heard there was a MCC coming up. Grian’s ears perked up. Maybe he could join it. Maybe, just maybe there was a chance where he would be put in a team with his friends. I can help you. Grian turned around to see Scott Major in his ghostly form. “You would do that for me?” Grian’s voice cracked as he spoke. I can’t do much, but I can persuade them to let you in. “Thank you so much Scott.” Grian rushed in to hug him, but the figure disappeared when he reached him. Grian closed his eyes and when he opened them, he found himself in the mcc lobby, glasses on head, determined to win.
(IF THEY DON’T WEAR THE BAD BOYS SKIN TO MCC I WILL SCREAM.)