#easter chickena

Eggs, hidden all over the garden. It was night so no one would see the freakish children that played there, they ran around the garden looking for the eggs with the biggest smiles. Poult floated around using his wings to speed himself up as he searched, Grian tried that but fell on his face most of the time. It was ok, he'd get better at flying soon. In the meanwhile the duo ran around laughing and giggling, collecting as much eggs as they could while the maids watched to make sure no one saw them. Poult won the competition but Grian didn't mind, his brother always shared his chocolate. He was good like that.

So the two sat on the grass, eating their chocolate as the sun rose. Little did they know that a mere year later they'd be sitting on the roof of kings cross doing the same thing but with fabreshe eggs instead. But for now they had no worries in their minds as the maids ushered them inside as the day began.

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Grian had been bugging his brother all month, Poult had been getting to know the hermits a little more since Christmas, hanging out with stress a lot. Grian had had an idea, he wanted to have an easter egg hunt, just like when they were small. But Poult was busy right now, he was hanging out with Stress. Grian didn't know what they did together but Poult didn't normally like the cold so why did he enjoy hanging out with the servers ice queen so much? Grian was sat in the snow waiting for his brother to exit the fortress, the blood from the cut on his arm turned some of the snow pink. He should really put a bandage on that, he'd do that later.

When Poult left the building it was clear that Stress had done his face up with makeup, why else would he have shiny gold lips and orange eyelids? Grian jamp up and went to grab his brothers arm. "Hey Poult! You know what we should do?" Poult looked at him and shrugged, fixing Grian hair for him. "I don't know but I think we need to focus on the fact that you're bleeding." He picked his twin up, much to Grians protest. He flew off back to the base, holding Grian close to his chest.

When they got back, Poult began to dig through the first aid kit. "Now what was it you wanted to say then Gri-gri?" Grian chuckled as his brother bandaged his arm, he fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. "I think we should organise an easter egg hunt, like we did when we were small. The rest of the server could play too...oh! And we should totally have it at midnight just like the good old days!" He giggled but stopped when he looked down and saw that Poult wasn't even smiling. "Those days weren't good Grian, we were just too young to notice what was going on. You were always especially oblivious, even when we were on the street you kept being overbearingly oblivious to everything. We can't do an easter egg hunt, I refuse to give anyone more reasons to mock us." He fished with the bandage and patted Grians arm, standing up and turning to walk away. Grian reached out an arm to grab his brother shirt but Poult was gone before he could react. "Poult wait...I'm sorry..."

Grian sighed and looked down at the floor, Poult was right. Grian couldn't go five minutes without fucking something up because he just doesn't understand it. He stood up and flew over to work on Sahara to get rid of his negative feelings, unfortunately both Iskall and Mumbo were there. They saw Grian placing blocks without his normal enthusiasm, shaking as he did so. They quickly approached him and Iskall took the blocks away from him as Mumbo lead him to a chair, they realised that he'd been crying and shared a concerned look. Mumbo spoke softly to him, holding Grians shoulders so he'd stop shaking. "What's wrong Grian? Can you tell us what happened?"

Grian nodded slowly, wiping away his tears. "I'm... I just...I upset Poult..." Mumbo nodded slowly and asked why, handing Grian the cub of tea that Iskall had just made. Grian took the tea and stared into it, ashamed. "I reminded him...of back when we were kids...he got angry..." Mumbo and Iskall shared another concerned glance, this time curious about what sort of past the twins actually had and why they'd have different opinions on it. "Why did it make him uncomfortable but not you? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Grian shook his head, sighed. "He said that I'm too oblivious and shouldn't even have any good memories of our childhood because the only reason I do is because in too oblivious to notice what was really going on..." He whimpered and Mumbo pulled him into a hug, letting Grian cry into his shoulder. Iskall rubbed the blondes back gently, giving Mumbo another concerned gaze. "Is there anything we could do to make you feel any better?" Grian looked up at them, slowly nodded. "Well...I wanted to do an easter egg hunt like me and Poult did when we were small." His face lit up a little when both his friend imediently nodded at him with smiled. "Sure!" "Well I don't see why not."

Grian leaped out of his chair with a chuckle, he grinned at the duo and grabbed some eggs. "This is gonna be so fun!" He brought the eggs over to a table he set up and then ran to grab paints and brushes. He called the other hermits over and set up more hermits for them, when they arrived he sat them down with some eggs and paint. He climbed on the nearest platform, the top of the A monument and coughed to get their attention. "Hello everyone and thank you for coming to the serverwide easter egg hunt sponsored by Sahara." He winked at Iskall and Mumbo as he said this, they chuckle and nod in response. He goes back to his speech with a huge grin. "For the first portion of the event you will be split into two group, one will paint normal chicken eggs while the others will paint the chocolate eggs with edible paint. You will be supplied complementary drinks and hot crossed buns at this time." He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief at the murmurs of approval he got from the other hermits. "Then for the second part we will pull straws to find a neutral party of four to hide all of the eggs, after that everyone will go out and hunt for the hidden eggs. At the end the eggs will be counted up and the person with the most eggs will receive a grand prize, then you will all be able to keep the chocolate you found. How does this sound?"

The roar of excited hermits giving their approval was like music to Grians ears, he punched the air and flapped his wings to move over closer to the tables while staying high up. "Alright then! Let the first annual hermitcraft easter egg hunt begin...NOW!!" He yelled down at them, laughing when they reacted seconds later and rushed to grabs their eggs and paint. He landed next to Mumbo and Iskall with a smile. "What's this 'grand prize' then Grian?" Iskall asked with a smirk, Grian simply rolled his eyes and brushed it off with. "You'll see. Now go paint! I'll fetch Poult." Mumbo grabbed Grian by the shoulder just as he was about to fly off, giving him a smile and gesturing towards the table where Iskall had joined Doc, Ren and Stress. "You go paint with them, it was your idea. Don't worry, I'll go get your brother." Grian smiled and hugged his tall friend, smiling up at him. "Thank you dude, good luck trying to get him here!" He laughed and ran off to sit with his friends, grabbing some paint as he did.

Mumbo smiled and pumped a rocket, launching himself into the sky and letting himself glide down into Grians base. He looked around and opened the hidden door to the poultry cave, dropping inside. He soon found Poult sitting in bed clutching a little toy chick, the bird boy appeared to be crying. Mumbo felt bad for the guy, he aproched Poult and put a hand of his shoulder. Poult turned around and slapped Mumbo out of instinct, luckily mumbo jumped out of the way. Poult glared at him and sprung out of bed and grabbed Mumbo by the tie and glared at him. "What do you want you fucking prick?"

Mumbo was taken aback, he chuckles nervously and holds his hands up. "Hey calm down, I just wanted to tell you that Gria-" "Grian what? What's he done now? I don't get why everyone comes running to me when he fucks up, I'm his twin not his babysitter." He seemed to scoff at himself and tossed Mumbo to the floor with ease, turning around and massaging his temples. "Go ahead though I guess, shoot." Mumbo looked so worried as he landed on the cold stone floor, he gazed up at Poult in concern. "What's wrong with you? Grian came to me crying earlier and now I find you in the same position, what did you say to him. What happened to you two that's making you so upset?" He stared up at the chicken boy, eyes widening as Poult turned around and kicked him across the room. "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS FOR US LIVING ON THE STREETS FOR SO LONG! YEARS OF BEING LOCKED AWAY FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD THEN TOSSED INTO THE BUSTLING STREETS AND HAVING TO LEARN HOW TO FEND OF OURSELVES!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH WORK IT TOOK FOR US TO SIMPLY STAY ALIVE!!" Tears were falling from Poults eyes as he screamed at Mumbo, he was shaking with a mixture of rage and dispair. Mumbo leaped up and hugged the smaller male, rubbing circles on his back but being careful not to touch the feathers of Poult's wings. "I know, I don't understand how it felt and I don't pretend to. But I just want you to know that you don't have to bottle up your emotions like this, you have friends who care about you. We want to see both you happy and healthy. I don't ask for my own interest, I ask for yours." Mumbo broke the hug and took a step back with a kind smile. "I do have to ask though...why do you and Grian have such different memories of the past?"

Poult sighed and sat on the bed, grabbing a mirror to fix his tear stained makeup. "Well...he was just so innocent back then...he didn't understand what was going on most of the time, still doesn't sometimes. So his memories are a little sugar coated and I suppose it upsets me a little..." Mumbo nodded in encouragment and place a hand on the bird boys shoulder, Poult smiles up at him. "I'm glad though...I really don't want him to remember it all...the promises I made to him...I made so many mistakes..." Mumbo patted him on the shoulder and smiled kindly at him. "You did what you could, no one's going to judge you." Poult chuckled and finished his make-up, standing up and smiling at Mumbo. "Cheers 'stache, I apriciate it. Now what did my idiot brother do?"

Mumbo chuckled and grinned. "He's organised a server wide easter egg hunt an I told him I'd come and get you so that he can get right to painting the eggs." Poult chuckled and stood up. "Bloody dumbass, I told him not to. Anyway, come on 'stache. We don't want to keep my bro waiting now do we?" He flew off through the exit with Mumbo in tow, they landed in the Sahara courtyard and Poult looked around. Rows of tables filled with hermits working hard on their eggs and having fun, he saw Grian beaming at him and waving him over. "Poult! Hey! What took you guys so long!" Mumbo and Poult approached the table as Mumbo shrugged. "Poult had a little mishap and had to redo his makeup, no biggie." He smiled over at his new friend, Poult chuckled and smiled back. Grian blinked at them, not quite understanding but smiling anyway. "Brilliant! Well now you're here Poult, Stress has saved a few eggs for you. Go on and paint them, there's a few minutes until we pull straws." Poult nodded and sat down next to Stress who instantly smiled bright at him. "Hey Poult, oh hun did you mess up your makeup? There's little mascara steaks under your eyes, I told you to take it all off if you messed it up. Honestly, I'll fix it for you when the eggs are being hidden." "How do you know you won't be picked to hide them?" Ren asked, leaning into the conversation with a smile. Stress simply shrugged. "I don't." Poult chuckled and began to paint his eggs, taking great care on the details. Iskall noticed this and joked. "Well we can all see which twin got all the artistic talent." He gestured to Grians sad attempt at a flower compared to the little rosegarden Poult had just started. This made Poults feathers stand on end, he glared at Iskall and spoke with venom in his tone. "What are you trying to say about my brother?" Iskalls eye widen and he puts his hands up, the others on the table look at him in shock and Doc puts his arm in front of Poult. Iskall chuckles nervously and glances at Grian, hoping for assistance. "Woah dude, I was just jokeing. Just a little playing about, I didn't mean it..." Grian sighed and turned to face Poult. "Poult please...it's just a bit of banter, don't be such a bird brain." He chuckled as Poult nodded then fake gasped and clutched his chest. "Oh how dare you! My own flesh and blood! You wound me brother!" This sent Grian into hysterics but only earned a few nervous chuckles from Iskall, Ren and Doc. Mumbo and Stress chuckled quietly as this, finding it rather amusing.

After a little while the straws where drawn and Scar, Joe, Mumbo and False went off to hide the eggs. Stress introduced Poult to a little thing called make-up wipes as Grian sat excitedly babbling about how excited he was. Iskall had to make sure that Grian didn't accidentally fly off as the blonde had a habit of flapping his wings when too happy. It wasn't long before they were out searching for the eggs. Grian had just found a little purple egg in the fantasy district, he added it to his basket which was slowly filling. He ran off to find the next egg when he was suddenly tripped up and his basket snatched from him, he looked up to see Cub holding his basket and chuckling. "I'll be taking this, what? You didn't say this was against the rules and besides, isn't stealing peoples hard earned items what you're all about at Sahara? You want capitalism? Here's a taste, it doesn't natter who you hurt as long as you come out on top. That's capitalism blondie, remember that." He chuckled and began to count how many more eggs he had after stealing from Grian until he froze. "Excuse me? Just what do you think you're doing?" An angry voice came from behind him, the voice shook with rage and Cub turned around to see the source of the sound. Poult was standing there, basket full of eggs and a killer glare on his face. He put his basket on the floor and stepped towards Cub, clicking his knuckles. "Give Grian back his eggs you wanker, or else." "Or else what?" Cub answered politely, wanting to know what this little dude could possibly to to scare him. Poult simply rolled his eyes and punched Cub as hard as he could in the stomach, sending him flying. "Or else that, dickhead. Don't mess with my brother." He walked over to where Cub lay and gave him a few more choice punches before taking all of Grians eggs back and even a few of Cubs and handing them to his twin. "Here, next time kick him in yourself you prat." He chuckled as he helped Grian up, Grian smiled at him and gave him a light punch in the shoulder before flying off. "Cheers you old fool." "We're the same age you feathered fuck!"