Thumbnail Soon!!! special thanks to @VEE_VIZIONZ for inspiring me to write a story!!! As Scar and Grian walked up the hill together for the last time, they held hands gripping as tight as possible knowing this was the last time they ever could. As they walked into position Scar smiled, Grian felt a pang of guilt shoot through his heart. “Scar, no matter what happens, I think we can claim this as a double victory.” Grian says, trying to lighten up the mood. “Yup!” Scar replies still smiling. “Let’s let the ghosts count us in then.” Grian speaks back, hearing the faint chatter of the spirits of the fallen players. As the ghosts count from 3, Grian swallows hard; it felt like a rock going down his throat. After the word “Go” Scar throws the first blow, his fist going straight across Grian’s face. Grian hesitates, then he deals his hand, closing eyes while doing so. “I’m so sorry Scar!” Grian yells, exchanging blows with scar. “I’m sorry too!” Scar yells back, bl33ding from the nose. Grian throws the final punch against Scar. Scar falls to the ground. Grian’s thoughts swarm as he falls to his knees, scooping Scar into his arms. “Grian…” Scar’s voice comes out raspy and cold. “Yes Scar?” Grian questions, his eyes welling up with tears. “Promise me that when I pass on, you’ll-” Scar gets cut off by coughs. Blood Blood comes out of his mouth. “Scar… Please. Don’t. I can’t make any more promises.” Grian says, his tears fall from his eyes like little waterfalls. “Just make one last one, for me.” Scar replies more seriously than ever, feeling his bl00d spill out of his body. “Ok, my love.” Grian speaks quietly, guilt stabbing him like a dull knife. “Just say you won’t beat yourself up over k!lling me. If that’s the last thing you can do for me, I’ll d!e happy” Scar finishes, his body shaking. “Of course.” Grian says. Scar chooses his final actions, he chooses to kiss Grian for the last time. As Grian feels Scar’s cold lips press against his, he doesn’t want to let go. Scar pulls away, then he smiles bitterly. He uses the last of his breath to say: “You’ll do great…” Then he continues smiling, slowly falling out of consciousness. Then he passes. Grian screams, lying his head on Scar’s body sobbing. His screams and wails rattle the bones of the ghosts watching him. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! Don't leave me! Wake up!..” Grian continues to sob. Feeling for any signs of life left. Nothing. He continues to weep for his fallen lover for over an hour. After a bit he stops yelling, instead he hums a tune once sung to him from his lover. When Grian decides to leave, he kisses Scar’s hand, and leaves. He walks down the hill, wiping his tears with whatever cloth on his body wasn’t covered with bl00d. He slowly walks to the giant crater, where he turned yellow, feeling the burnt up stone. “I forgive you, Martyn.” He could feel the Red King’s right hand lingering over him, he knew Martyn’s presence anywhere, he didn’t understand why though. “You too Ren.” Grian chuckles, knowing that the Red King would feel terribly left out not being mentioned. He could once again hear the faint mumbles of ghosts. He got up and walked out of the desert. Then he walked up to the Flower Grove where Scott’s cold lay still next to Jimmy’s grave, Scott had been laid there after he passed so that Grian could bury him next to his husband. After he finished burying Scott he sat in between their grave stones. “I miss you both.” Grian sighed. “I wish you were here to help me, Scott. Things would be so much easier if you were.” Tears fell down his face but he quickly wiped them away. “But players aren’t gonna bury themselves, I’ll visit you again before I go.” Grian laughed and smiled again. Scott and Jimmy’s ghosts were hugging him, but he couldn’t feel it.
While Grian walked to where Skizz passed, he went past something strange. A watcher! The watcher quickly ran away. Grian no longer cared since it was just him around. As he made his way there, he found Cleo and Bdubs next to each other. Cleo was his mother in-law, he couldn’t leave her there. Instead of grabbing Skizz, Grian picked Cleo and Bdubs and brought them to the remnants of The Krastle. He dug two holes, one for both of them, and after he buried them he sat with their graves. “Hah, I still remember how cautious you were of me, Bdubs. I sure got a real kick out of it.” Grian felt a lump in his throat. “Oh Cleo, the widow’s alliance was a great idea, but I really do find it ironic how Bdubs outlived you.” He chuckles. Then he gets up again and resumes his mission to get Skizz. He grabs Skizz, and as he’s burying him he hears faint whispering. The watchers need to be more discreet. Grian carries on, “Skizz, you were the best enemy an alliance could ask for. I am eternally grateful for you.” Grian walks away. He finishes up the last of his burials and eulogies, and walks home, he loves to consider it home. After all, he and Scar got married there, he fell in love there, he slept next to his lover there, and he helped there. He walks to the desert, where he smells familiar air, and can suddenly feel the dried bl00d of his lover sticking to his skin. “Oh. The last one.” Grian hoped he had more time with this beautiful world. He walks back to where his lover lies with no life in sight. He picked him up carefully, hoping not to mess him up. As he buries Scar next to pizza, he cries. “Ugh, I’m such a crybaby.” He says finishing up the burial. “Though, you never seemed to mind at all. You were so kind, and lovely, and passionate. I wish I could’ve been half as silly as you. You made me laugh every day. Marrying you was the best choice I ever made.” Grian says feeling his ring. “I will always love you, and I hope you feel the same. And remember to smile.” He laughs, slowly shifting into sobs, then he drops to his knees. “I wish you’d come back to me. I wish you’d say you love me one last time.” He continues. He chooses to leave. He goes back up the hill, and reaches the edge of the cliff. “It’s been amazing. Thank you all.” Grian says smiling. As he steps off the edge and falls, a million thoughts come to his brain. Until he hits the floor. His bl00d immediately starts pouring out of him. His ribs are crushed and his guts bl33d. He forces out one last sentence. “I- love yo-u Sc-ar” He smiles and passes on.
