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Scar was fine. He'd been fine for a while, a long time, too long some might say. But he was Scar! He was upbeat and oly wanted to explode someone sometimes! You see? That was fun and silly and overall just like Scar to do. So he was fine!
He was sitting on a bench at the top of their mountain, where only a few days earlier he had comforted Lizzie as she had cried, remembering her fall into the void. But this was different! He wasn't sad or panicking or anything like that! He was just being dramatic after all, he had spent days building alone before so what made Secret Life any different?
He had even picked up journaling to help keep track of his thoughts, though he had lost the journal long ago.
Unfortunately, he still remembered some of the passages
Day 1 after the win
I still can't believe I did it! I won! I need to tell Grian, he won't believe this!
Oh. Right.
Day 7 after they died
I don't really know where to start here, I kinda forgot I had this in my inventory. Oh well! Huess I'll just fill you in on all the wonders I've been up to since I last updated.
I keep getting tasks. I don't really know why, but it just feels wrong if I don't, y'know? I've been doing them for so long it feels weird not to. I don't want to know what might happen if I don't
Day 20 after everyone died everything went to shit
It gets lonely now. I don't smile as often, I think. You're my only friend here.
Why haven't I died already? It's almost been a month, surely I would have won by now, or maybe it just doesn' count. Listeners know the Watchers are happy watching me suffer. I just want my friends. I just want to be with someone.
Day 42 after everything
The shadow people have started to appear. I don't know their names. They just stare at me, day in and day out. I don't know if they're real or not. I thought it was Grian, at first, when I saw the first shadowy figure. I miss him, I miss everyone, reallyBut it was wrong. It was so, so wrong. The wings were everywhere, covering his its eyes and arms and everywhere really. I don't like thinking about him it. It makes me feel betrayed, somehow.
The second one is nice, I think. As nice as a shadow figure can be. I think it's the closest thing I've had to a friend here. It has a halo, though. It glows red, and sometimes it scares me in the dark. It's ok though. A lot of things scare me in the dark nowadays.
The third one there was a woman with wings. I couldn't tell you how many. They seemed to block out the sky, encompassing my world in darkness. She sounds like TNT hissing just as it explodes. It seems like she's trying to talk. I don't know what she's saying.
The fourth was different. It was smooth, like water, gliding through the air. It was always behind me for some reason, I could never get a good look at it, even through a mirror. It's next to me right now as I write this. I don't trust it. I don't trust these things, they aren't people. They don't have to get tasks, not like me. Never like me.
Day 53 of being alone
I got an impossable task today. "Make someone kill another person."
There are no other people here. The shadow figures can't be killed. Trust me, I've tried.
I'm going to fail this task. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen.
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Scar was crying. This was bad! He was Scar, he wasn't dupposed to cry! It didn't matter that this was the first time he had thought about those awful, awful days after he won, he was Scar! Scar was cheerful and happy-go-lucky, and always down for a good time! Scar was crying.
Scar was crying.
Scar wasn't alone on the mountain.
A faint grumbling came up the steps to where Scar was perched on the bench, knees held tight to his chest, trying to smile and blink back the tears that threatened to overflow.
"Ugh, this mascot costume is horrendous, I can't believe Lizzie made me wear it! In public!" Jimmy grumbled to himself, wearing the aforementioned mascot head that, while expertly crafted, did look very silly on him.
"I mean, can you believe this Scar?" Oh no, he'd been found. "Scar?"
Jimmy took off his hat, revealing his face, brows pinched in a worried look.
Why was he worried? Scar was fine! You see, he was smiling! That means he's fine.
Jimmy took his hand from where it had wrapped around his leg, squeezing it slightly.
"You're ok, Scar," he said, gentle as the cherry blossoms falling on their heads. "You're not alone anymore."
And maybe, at least in that moment, he wasn't.