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don't let go by Gladumf for raffian, bluperiwinklemoon
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
03 May 2026
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He pressed himself further back into the corner, a snarl coming to his lips. The eye creatures never reacted to his shouting, but they did hesitate when he growled. But when the lanky aliens came around the corner, they didn't so much as look at him. Instead, they were focused on what looked like a stretcher, the kind that ambulances used back on Earth.
Sitting atop it, perfectly still, was another human.
Scar felt his heart stop in his chest. It was impossible. There was no way there was another human on the ship. It had to be a trick of some kind, a robot made to look human, or a statue, or something. This was some sort of experiment, a test to see how he would react to seeing something that looked like his own species.
But they looked so lifelike.
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or, abducted by a rogue group of alien scientists, Scar is nothing more than a test subject. After a year alone, he finally gets a friend. As the only two humans outside of the solar system, they have only each other to rely on. Alone, it was impossible to escape. But with Grian by his side, maybe, just maybe, they have a chance.
or or, grian and scar against the entire galaxy, trying to survive and make their way home.
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a bird without a flock is nothing more than a husk of what it used to be by Gladumf for raffian
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
01 Oct 2024
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The door to the rest of the shop clicked then swung open. Grian turned to it immediately, a desperate chirp bursting from his lips without any consideration to how it might harm him. He just needed someone. Anyone. It didn't have to be flock anymore. He just needed a person, someone to hold him, someone to pet his feathers and soothe his crying instincts. Please.
A masked figure approached the cage, one of the shopkeepers, and they scoffed at him for a moment, standing just far enough beyond the bars that Grian couldn't reach them. He strained, stretching through the iron. All he wanted was a touch. Just a brush of fingers or....or something. Anything. Anything to keep him from falling apart, anything to stop him from being so alone.
The shopkeeper tossed a bag through the bars of the cage, then turned around and left without saying a word. Grian ignored it, pressing himself tightly up against the bars, chirping over and over and over again, begging them to come back, to stay with him. He couldn't be alone. Scared-alone-stay-stay-stay-please. But they ignored him. They always ignored him.
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or, grian is the last of a hybrid shop's stock. one day, someone finally comes to collect him.
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- Part 27 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 1