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“Now I gotta do it.” He knew he didn’t have to. Maybe...there was a chance they could’ve taken Grizzly back, and helped him get back to being a god. But when he looked into Grizzly’s eyes, he knew it was almost a wish, a way to pay for his sins, and so he shakily held the glock and pulled the trigger. Once, twice, thrice, and then one more. The final shot.
And then Grizzly’s body fell back into the chair, eyes no longer filled with life, heart no longer beating. And as they frantically found their way down to the levers, Charlie flipping many of them in an attempt to find the lever that was Grizzly, Bizly knew that he was gone. Permanently gone.
As they looked over the void, Bizly glanced at Charlie. “We gotta beat the game.” Bizly didn’t want to, he’d rather have curled up into a ball and allowed himself to cry over what he’d done, but he knew this is what Grizzly would’ve wanted.
He would’ve wanted them to triumph, and Bizly would grant him that wish, even if Grizzly was dead.
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Bizly can’t stand to be around Charlie or Condi.
Condi’s holed himself up somewhere, probably not in the Overworld, since he hasn’t been seen around anywhere, at least, not that Bizly knows. Maybe Charlie’s seen him, but that doesn’t matter. He can’t stand being around him.
He knows that Charlie knows he fucked up. He knows that they all fucked up. And Charlie’s said sorry a million times and everytime Bizly wants to forgive him but he can’t because he can’t even forgive himself .
That god damn glock is still in his belt, like a blessing and a curse. Bizly keeps it though, he keeps it to remember Grizzly.
He’s visited Grizz a few times, but everytime he would remember just how close he was to Charlie and he couldn’t take it. So he walked and walked, through the fields, through the forest, until he arrived in a village.
He stayed there for a bit, protecting it because he had to protect at least someone. He couldn’t fail anyone anymore, he didn’t want to and he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t fail anyone else like he did with Grizzly.
And then he found Beewee. This wolf that was oh so ferociously attacking zombies, despite getting hit time and time again.
After that night was over, Bizly picked up Beewee and took care of him, and...he felt like he finally had someone. A companion, and he could tell that Beewee was simply a wild animal. Not created by him, he was a free dog, and a caring one at that.
They travel together, exploring the new world, exploring everything else that is untouched by the sinful hands of him and his brothers.
Bizly finds himself in a snowy biome, and he climbs a mountain with Beewee, making his way to the top and then overlooks the area around him.
He can see Molympus from here, that haunting memory dangling in the distance, reminding him of everything.
Bizly pulls out the glock, and feels the cold metal of it. With the tips of his fingers, he notices an engraving on it. His name. Grizzly made it for him.
As a present, and yet...it was the thing that killed him.
And none of it would've happened if he had just stopped Charlie from acting irrational and banishing him, or if Bizly simply hadn’t listened to what his brain was telling him what to do. No, all he did was give up on Grizzly.
Now, Bizly feels like giving up for a different reason. He has nothing, he has no one except Beewee. And what happens when Beewee goes? What does he do then?
He knows he should properly talk with Charlie and Condi, they can’t keep avoiding each other forever. And yet, he’d rather not. He’d rather not have a huge conversation about every god damn mistake they made that led to them losing their brother.
Bizly feels lost. Tired and so very lost. He feels homesick, but that can’t be possible because there’s no home to go back to. Molympus isn’t his home, it never was.
Bizly wishes that he and his brothers were born mortal. They wouldn’t have had the chance to hurt each other then, at least, it would’ve been less likely.
Beewee takes a seat on Bizly’s lap, and Bizly places the glock back into his utility belt. He takes in a deep breath and pats Beewee’s head before Beewee licks him in the face, getting a small chuckle out of Bizly.
“Thanks, bud.” He scratches Beewee’s ear before Beewee barks happily, his tail wagging. Bizly gets up and plays with Beewee for a bit, until Beewee gets tired.
They lie down in the snow together. Just like Grizzly and Bizly used to do on cold nights where they could jump around and throw snowballs at Charlie and Condi and watch their shocked faces when they were met with a frigid ball of snow.
Those days were so much simpler, until they all got overrun with power, and next thing you know, Bizly was being punished and accepted it, because he cared for his brother enough to allow him to be prejudiced against him.
He’s glad he didn’t decide to defy Charlie, but he’s proud of Grizzly for trying. Even if that resulted in his death.
He knows Charlie regrets it, but it’s not like they can change it. The lever is gone, the game was completed, and all that left was him and his two other broken brothers.
He wonders if maybe, he should find his way back to the cabin, and back to Grizzly. Maybe...he owes Grizzly a visit. There’s some things he needs to say.
Bizly is lost, but for now, he’s given himself a destination, and he’ll continue to do that, until he has nowhere to go again.
“Come on, Beewee, we have somewhere to be.” With another bark, Beewee begins to run ahead, and Bizly follows behind, dusting the snow off himself.
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Days later, Bizly arrives. It’s raining now, and as he approaches the cabin, Charlie’s cabin, he quickly brushes his hand against the wood before continuing on.
He makes his way towards the grave, and when he finally arrives, he sees a figure that’s against the ground, sleeping and moving around as if they’re having a nightmare.
Bizly takes a closer look. It’s Charlie.
He could...he could leave him out in the rain, he knows that, but gods get sick too, and as much as he resents Charlie for causing Grizzly to fall, he still cares about him.
He picks Charlie up and carries him into the small wooden cabin, laying him down on the bed and tucking him in. He looks around the cabin. It’s rather empty, but it’s nice. There’s just a bed, a chair with a desk and a book and quill, the meat sword, and a few other things.
Bizly takes a look around, before making sure that Charlie is okay and still asleep. Once he is, he exits, and heads to the grave.
He takes a seat, and talks to his brother, spilling some tears that mix with the rain, until he heads back out.
Maybe it’s time to go find Condi.