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"You better look behind you, uh, Scar look behind you. No I'm serious. Behind you Scar, UH! JEZZ!" Pearl says, the of her foot is off a cliff. Rocks tumble into the cavern and the moth hybrid loses her balance, falling down.
Scar looks behind himself as she falls
Her body hits the hard stone, killing her instantly.
"Oh there was a zombie back there." Scar says to himself, "Pearlll!" he calls, his cloak flapping in the wind as he walks, bow in hand, "I'm coming for you."
As the Vex hybrid makes his way down into the cavern safely, he calls again for the moth hybrid, "I'm coming for ya'. "He says, "Where'd you go!?"
"Where'd ya go?" Scar says a little quieter, wonder where she is.
His comn ping ans he looks at it as he walks.
<Grian> shes dead scar
It ping again.
<Grian> you won
Scar stops, the realization hitting him.
"Oh."
He turns, looking around as a zombie hits him, "Really?"
"Oh my god." Scar says, "How did that happen? How'd the guy with no friends win?"
He puts a hand up to his hair, running the calloused hand palm though his chestnut brown hair. Tears build in the corner of his eyes, as he chuckles to himself, "How'd the guy with no friends win?" He chuckles to himself, broken by the death game.
As he walks to the secret keeper he talks to himself, "How did this happen? Like I genuinely am in like in actual shock."
"I suppose the only thing left to do is literally succeed the task." Scar says, walking, putting on his confident voice, "The task of course this session was, to win the series." he says, "And I guess we have to go hit the succeed button."
He walks up the the secret keeper, "And I wanna have a little message out there for all you villains," he says, walking up the the middle button, the 're-role for a harder task' one, "Just maybe, just maybe, if you work hard enough, you dream hard enough, and you PERSEVERE!" He says, "to your core, maybe you will succeed." He says, turning and pressing the succeed button, " as I did here as the villain on secret life."
"Ah, I definitely did not seek out to be the villain, but the villain suck me out." he says, the power of five more hearts flowing into his body, "Not 'suck', that sounded weird." he says, turning around, "Seek me out. The sound better."
He turns looking over the land, "I'm ready to go home now!" He yells.
The whistling wind in his only response.
"Hello?" He says, "Can I go home now?" He says, praying someone will hear him.
-♡-
Scar feels so alone.
It's been months.
He called and called for anyone until he was horse, but no one came for him.
He feels so cold, his skin itching for something that he does not have.
Scar started sleeping with an arm wrapped over his torso, he would close his eyes and imagine someone was there, any one.
He started having problems sleeping too.
The vex hybrid would lay there never sleeping.
He would build to take his mind off everything.
Eventually he gets angry destroying it and crying.
Why? Why is he still here?
Grian killed himself, Scott was killed by the watchers, Pearl died to Scott's tnt, Martyn's time ran out, but what about him?
He can't kill himself.
He tried that more than once.
Why has no one come for him?
Time goes on, seasons change, it snow and the the sun rises in the sky.
A year.
He has been here a year.
He sits in his bed, back to the wall, body trembling, he hates himself, he hates secret life, he hates he watchers.
He buries his head in the pillow he has on top of his knees.
"Scar?"
Scar looks up, not believing his eyes.
"Grian?" He rasps, voice horse from not being used often.
He jumps out of the bed, pulling the avian into his arms, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
"Scar." Grian says, running a hand through the trembling vex hybrid's hair, "how long have you been here?"
"A year." Scar says, griping Grian tighter, "A full year Gri."
"Let's get you back to Hermitcraft." Grian says.
'It was only a week for everyone else.
What happend to Scar?' Grian thinks.
"I don't want to let you go." Scar says, "I don't want too, please."
A tear slides down Grian's cheek.
'What happend?'
"You don't have to."