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In 3rd life, Scar found out the hard way what being red would do to him as a Vex hybrid.
He’s hungry, so hungry.
It’s the kind of hunger that takes over his mind if he lets it.
Scar tries to distract himself, but the red name blood lust screams inside him with his Vex nature, bemoaning for flesh.
A hand on his shoulder pulls Scar from his own mind.
He had been standing outside the desert tower atop monopoly mountain staring off into the distance where other players should be, unaware they are trapped in this world with a predatory monster battling with itself on whether or not to rip their throats out with its teeth.
“Hey Scar, you okay?” Grian asks.
Scar wants to snap the avian’s neck in half and laugh hysterically as he drinks the blood from his body, feasting on his flesh.
Scar takes a deep breath, “I don’t think so.” He says, “Being red is messing with my Vex side.” He says, “It’s driving me crazy.”
“Could you explain how it’s making you feel?” Grian asks.
“You know how as a Vex I need to eat human flesh, and I usually am fine for about a month after a proper feast?” Scar asks.
Grian nods. He knows Scar and Cub did what they do as the only Vex hybrids on the Hermitcraft server and ate each other a few days before 3rd life started and Scar should be fine, but he’s not.
“How much do you need to eat?” Grian asks.
He owes Scar his 1st life.
If that means allowing the Vex to eat him, that is it.
If anything, he’s the reason Scar is red and not yellow, the reason Scar’s grip on his Vex instincts are slipping.
“A bite or two, or a couple of fingers should be good, but you don’t have to. I’ll just kill someone and eat th-”
“I owe you my first life, Scar.” Grian says, “You can have some of the fingers on my non-dominant hand.” He says, “When I respawn, they will be back.”
“You sure?” Scar asks, baffled as to why Grian would even offer that, “You don’t have to. I-”
“Scar.” Grian says, “I said you could, so you can.”
Scar exhales, “Okay, okay, okay.” he says, closing his eyes.
He opens them again, “I’m going to grab some bandages and stuff.”
Scar runs inside the base and a minute or two later runs out.
Grian takes a ring off his middle finger (just in case) Mumbo had given him for his birthday. He temporarily moves it to his right hand.
He gives his left hand to Scar, “Okay,” he says, “Try to keep it one clean bite.”
“Got it.” Scar says, taking the avian’s hand.
Scar curls the pointer and middle finger of Grian’s hand down, keeping them in place with his own hand.
The vex hybrid puts the ring and pinky finger in his mouth, setting his sharp teeth at the base of the digits.
He bites down, removing the fingers in one bite.
Grian hisses in pain.
Scar pulls out the gauze and a healing potion he stored in his inventory. He soaks the gauze then places it over the two finger’s stumps. He wraps some bandages over the gauze and part of Grian’s hand so it can heal over and stop bleeding.
Scar chews and swallows the fingers as he wraps Grian’s hand.
His vex side and red nature sing at the taste of iron in his mouth.
“Thank you.” Scar tells his partner.
-♡-
Grian’s hand is bandaged until they fight the red army and Martyn’s arrow is buried deep in Grian’s chest.