#hc9

THE ENTITY^ ROCKY^

(grian’s hc9 shop!) (rocky)

GRIAN^ (ofc) GRACE^ (obv)

silly blonde guy! silly blonde guy!! but british but in space

a very spherical xB inspired doodle page 🤔

including:

- a guardian for obvious reasons

-kerilson (the freak of nature who i Hate)

this got quite long, so I'm putting it below the cut o7 join me in going crazy about the falses 3 years after the fact

“Rentheking was losing time, or his mind. Or both. The crown lay heavy as an anvil on his brow. And he was afraid.”

Back at the permit office, there was a book waiting for him. It was the blank for his report on the PoePoe initiative. Grian groaned at the thought of doing work, but sat down to fill it out. If he was quick about it, he’d be able to fish while the sun set- a picturesque idea.

“Report on Property Police happenings.

By Grian

Officers of the law have been selected and notified of their services. Jimmy SolidarityGaming and Martyn inthelittlewood reported for duty on this day, and were given badges, hats, uniforms, and transportation. Officers were informed of their lack of power, but instructed to weild power as if they did, per higher-up’s instruction. Instruction to follow.”

Grian re-read the first line, then read it again. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach. “Wha-”

“Hey man, just before you go, I wanted to ask about a building for the PoePoe,” Skizz broke through the glass enterance, already talking.

Grian sighed in annoyance. “Martyn, can you please-”

“Martyn?” Skizz raised an eyebrow.

“Skizz, sorry, I meant Skizz.”

“What’s up with you, man? Not that I mind being compared to Martyn, he’s a handsome man, but I am very much not him.”

Grian put his head in his hands. “I know. I’m sorry, Skizz. It’s just… this isn’t the first time in my life that there’s been some largely self-appointed police force in my life. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“And Martyn was one of them? Honestly, I can’t really see him as a cop, seems more like the type I’d put away in cuffs,” Skizz chuckled, taking out his pair of handcuffs and spinning them around on his finger. The cuffs flew off and went flying, clattering against the floor.

“Oh yeah, he sucked at it. Him and Jimmy, two peas in a pod. Tried to enforce stupid rules about everything they could think of on the server. They were menances. I was an angel, of course.”

“Were menaces?” Skizz paused while picking up the cuffs, raising an eyebrow at Grian. “What happened to them?”

Grian paused. “I…I don’t know. I had to go.”

“Go?” Skizz’s other eyebrow joined the already raised one.

“Yeah. I had to go,” Grian took a deep breath. “And now I have to go. My fifteen minute shift is over, so I’m going to go fish. Good bye now.”

He jumped over the desk and scooted around Skizz, taking his report with him. “Put the glass blocks back into place when you leave, will you?” he said over his shoulder.

It was a warm evening out, but Grian felt clammy. He tore his tie away from his neck as he walked, trying very hard not to think about any law enforcement duo at all.

He reached his fishing shack in record time, stripping out of his work clothes right then and there, donning his stained brown pants and shirt and grabbing his pole. He cast the rod before he’d even fully taken his place at the end of the dock, hoping for the weighty pull of an enchanted book to give him a shot of dopamine.

The report book was in the pile of his work clothes. With every item Grian reeled in, the more agitated he became. The report was due tonight, and it wasn’t a hard one to write. It was his slip-up that kept pinging his annoyance and procrastination.

How long had it been since the Property Police had crossed his mind? Grian began to count, but the number became too big and he felt nauseous. Martyn with those faded clothes, and Timmy in his hero costume. Enforcing stupid rules that Grian generally ignored. Running around the Evo server just like him, in days that felt endless.

The PoePoe hasn’t been Grian’s idea, but an order from higher-up. Until Grian had messed up the names, he hadn’t seen the resemblance between the PoePoe and the Property Police, but now, it was remarkable how similar they were. A bit bumbling, eager to attack, funny voices. It was just that this time, Grian was on the law’s side.

Grian clutched his fishing pole tighter. He wondered if the Property Police thought about him after he’d left. If any of the Evo crowd had. There had been a few times he’d almost asked Pearl, but it always felt weirdly perverse. To ask about the hole you may or may not have left behind.

Hey! I put an old piece on ao3 (with some minor updates)!

Summary: The revolution against RentheKing has come, in an attack against the castle lead by the Soup Group. Cleo is reluctantly fighting for the crown when she meets Pearl on the battlefield for the first time since Double Life ended. And Cleo hasn’t quite forgotten it yet.