Hermit Challenges have been revamped on Hermitcraft, and for one of Grian's challenges, he had to wear blue for a whole day. He had donned an old blue jumper instead of his usual red one, and decided to glance in the mirror to check his wings before leaving.

Big mistake.

As soon as he saw a blue top on his body, he was flooded with memories of high school. He was frozen, breath picking up, sweating and on the verge of hyperventilating, and no one was there. No one to pull him out of it.

As far as Grian knew, he was back in that cursed school again. Terrified, sweating, wearing clothes that weren't his and a name that wasn't either, being backed into a shed by his closest friend and greatest nightmare, plastic forcibly shoved down his throat by the same man and—

"AAAHHHHHHHHH-!!"

His shriek rang through the whole Server.

He clawed at his chest, struggling with the jumper, he had to get it off get it off geT IT OFF GET IT OFF!

He stumbled, hip slamming the counter, and sank to the floor, shaking, colorful wings flaring out around him. The walls of the shed were closing in, Sam's face looming over him as he choked on plastic that the other had forced inside of him. He heard Sam's voice crooning in his ears.

"You can't hide from me, Taurtis~"

No one was coming to save him. No one knew he was Grian, no one knew he wasn't Taurtis, that he never would be, that it was Sam making him play this sick game, playing a part while wearing a dying man's clothes.

Grian was alone, and stuck, and helpless, and terrified.

Grian was Taurtis again.

Grian was nothing at all.

He fumbled for his comm with the last remnants of his coherent mind, managing to send out an emergency ping to Xisuma before he was fully absorbed by the panic and the memories.

He was physically choking, his body mirroring the memory. He clawed at his chest and throat until he bled.

He felt bile rise in his throat as he hacked and coughed, vomiting up air and stomach acid.