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The Winners Toll

Summary: The aftermath of third life, from the winners point of view.(With a slight cannon rewrite)

760 words

Warnings: Major character death

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The dust has settled. The excitement he once felt was gone. He stood silently next to the body of the man who was once his friend. This was supposed to be a fun series, working with the rest of his friends to survive against the elements. When did it all go wrong? When did it became a battle to the death? When?

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Grian scraped together some bandages from the base and attempted to wrapped up his broken wings. It was a cold summer night, with the soft glow of a torch being his only source of comfort. It was a struggle to reach and bandage them properly so they hung uselessly.

Maybe Scar could help. Any help is better than none. He’s about to call out his name but he stops.

Scar is gone. There’s no one left. He’s all alone in this world.

He shakes his head. He did what he had to. Only one of them could win after all…

Since when did it become a competition?

Frustrated, he didn’t bother to properly clean his other wounds. Fortunately, most of the injuries were bruises, some already turning purple. His knuckles being the worst of it, they were raw and still weeping blood.

He climbed up to the second floor of the blown up base. The first floor was mostly gone but the second remained intact. It should keep him clear of mobs during the night. Not that many would spawn due to the desert being fairly well lit. He lays a blanket down and tries to get some rest.

But the events from the day replay in his mind, haunting him. His bruises ache as though they’re freshly made and not from hours ago. He tosses and turns, trying desperately to think about anything else. Searching for any sort of distraction.

Then a warm breeze flows through the decrepit home. As well as a lullaby being softly hummed by a familiar voice. As if he’s under a spell his mind starts to clear. The warm air feels comforting, and lulls him to sleep.

“Goodnight G.” The voice whispers as he falls into a deep slumber.

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The next day he wakes with the sun glaring in his eyes. Everything seems as it was the night before. He drops down to the lower floor and drinks what little water he has left. Making a mental note to get more later. Out of instinct he begins to look for Scar, only to remember when he sees the cactus ring in the distance.

Something is strange though. All he sees is a ring of green and Pizza’s tombstone. No body to be seen. Against his better judgment he goes to investigate. No matter where he looks, Scar couldn’t be found. He searches the area around the ring for a bit before sitting down to rest. Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe?

Looking over at the cacti he realises he hasn’t yet checked inside the ring. There was a suspicious, large mound of sand in the middle, but his head began to hurt so he preferred not to move. A warm wind blows, almost urging him not to go near. The heat must be getting to him. He’s starting to imagine the wind to be a person.

He continues to stare at the cacti. It seems, almost shorter than yesterday, as if someone is trying to cover it up in a mountain of sand.

He sighs. The sweltering heat really is getting to him now. He considered taking off his shirt but he doesn’t want to risk damaging his wings further. He gets up and stumbles back to the shade. The base doesn’t have much to offer in resources but hopefully he can find something to eat.

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While rummaging for food he starts to feel lightheaded. And tumbles from the second floor.

He lays there in the sand, crushing his wings. It sends a wave of sharp pain through them and into his back, but all he could do was lay there. As he struggles to breathe, all the more. Unable to move, unable to scream, he feels his throat going dry and his stomach rumble. When was the last time he ate anything? Even in this state he manages a glance at his wrist.

Three hearts in a vertical line, only one of them still beats. Two black and the last one, red. His rapidly beating heart eventually slows, until they come to a complete stop. The last thing he feels is a warm comforting breeze, blowing through his hair.

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Inspired by this drawing I made:

Scar was planting some flowers in Scarland. Of course he had to add a little splash of colour to the greenery. It was very comforting. Just digging holes and putting flowers in them.

He reached for another plant. It was a lilac. It smelled nice. He put it in the ground and covered the roots. He reached for another one and he accidentaly grabbed some poppies. Whe was going to put them away when Grian landed in front of him.

"Oh Hi Grian! What brings you here?" he asked holding the flowers tightly so they wouldn't fall.

"Hi Scar I just wanted to..." he stopped. His expression turned from a smile to worry when he looked at the flowers.

"Grian? Hello?"

"Oh. Sorry Scar I just remembered something. I'll be right back." he said after a long pause and flew away.

Scar shrugged and went back to gardening. But one thing botheted him. Why was the only question coming to his head "Can we still be friends?"

Desert duo angst

You can't have lilacs and poppies near Grian cause he will get traumatic flashbacks

This one was very short (like Grian lol)

Also a little reminder to vote for Scar

He could make arrows from his own feathers. Yes that was a great idea! It was hard to find chickens here so pepole would have to buy feathers from them to make arrows. Just find a way to farm sticks and flint and they can make a monopoly on arrows. Maybe this time it'll work.

Scar did not like this idea. He was mad that Grian didn't tell him. What was he thinking honestly?! That was the worst idea in the world! It was nice having more arrows but Scar didn't like it when Grian got hurt.

Oh he was so angry when he found out. Why was he so angry? They had more arrows now. But when Grian looked at him it wasn't anger, not really. Scar was worried. Worried about him.

Scar told Grian to stop. To never do this again. He hopes it'll work. But sometimes he noticed some feathers are missing from Grians wings. He hopes it was some stupid zombie that tried to get to him but he couldn't lie to himself like this.

Woo angst

Wrote something finally

Idk I don't really have anything to add here

Grian thought that Scar would be mad at him. You know beacuse he killed him. But no. He was just... nervous.

The next few days Scar kept asking Grian if he's sure that when they lose their final life they go back to Hermitcraft. And Grian kept reassuring him that they will.

And Grian knew that there was something more than Scar beeing scared of dying. Beacuse Scar wasn't scared of dynig. He was scared that when he does he won't come back.

And Grian wanted to talk to him about it. It was clearly something more than Scar beeing Scar. But he didn't want to press on him. He will tell him when he's ready.

He woke up and the phatnom pain slowly faded. It was so wierd dying not from your own wounds. He looked around and saw Scar. He was pale and shaking.

"Scar?" he asked worried "Don't be sad I'm not angry"

But as Scar turned around slowly Grian knew it was something else.

"Scar? What happend? What's wrong?" he tried to ask but Scar wasn't reacting. "Scar listen to me! It's okay you're safe now" he tried to touch him on the shoulder but Scar pushed his hand away.

"Scar! You have to tell me what happend!" he didn't like shouting at him but he had to.

"It's like... like I was back there" started Scar with a shaky voice "Like they were... killing me... again"

"Back where? Scar I know it's hard but you have to tell me" Grian thought back to Evo. It was hard to open about it for him too. But when he did everything was easier. And he hoped it will also make it easier for Scar.

"If you open up you'll feel better I promise" he said

"I will?" asked Scar with tears in his eyes

"You will"

"Oh, I don't actually know where to start... It feels so long ago..."

It didn't work

Grian looked at the timer on his arm slowly but surely ticking away seconds of his life. He hoped that double life would be the end. He hoped that after that all of this would be over. It was perfect! Three lives, three games, three winners. But he should have known. They don't care about numbers. They care about entertiement.

"Well if you want entertiement then you will get it!" he shouted. All this time he was trying to stop it. Maybe the way was to make them satisfied.

He reached to the power that he swore to never use again. He hasitated. It was so tempting to unleash it in its full potential. But he didn't. There were others here.

Grian opened his eyes and a wave of informations hit him. "No, not you" he thought. He showed them to the side and reached for a wild feeling of anger and bloodthirst.

"I'm sorry" he whispered letting the monster out

Limited life? Limited life! Grian using his watcher powers to create more tension so the Watchers are satysfied and will leave them alone