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“Pearl! Where are youuu?”
He felt the eyes of the watchers burn through him as he heard one call out to him. Grian’s voice rang out.
“She’s dead, Scar.”
“You won.”
Scar let out a bitter laugh. He even felt tears welling up, but those tears weren’t full of the gratitude of the win.
“How did the guy with no friends win?”
He asked. His question fell onto the seemingly deafened ears of ghosts that used to be his enemies.
It’s almost like he was asking the cave walls. He kept laughing.
Scar’s laughing lacked any humor, if anything it was more mocking than anything.
He laughed until it caused pain in his stomach, ribs and throat to continue.
Scar eventually calms himself down
“Well.. I won. What do I get?”
The silence stretches on.
“I know you watchers hear me. Answer me.” He called out.
“Answer me!” He repeats, getting slightly more desperate than before.
A pang of realization hits him and it shows in his facial expression.
“Oh, I get it now. I have to go to the secret keeper!”
He chuckles and walks to the secret keeper.
To see him smiling and giggling like this after losing all his friends and being all alone is an eerie sight, even for the watchers…
Happy-go-lucky Scar, typical.
Okay, maybe it isn’t typical. He’s gone mad…
He had gotten somewhat self-aware during his time alone, and with that he started studying the watchers, and the life games, and all of these things involving himself. Involving Grian.
His heavy and somewhat tired footsteps come to a stop. His gaze drifts up at the secret keeper and lingers.
His expression remained the same, that stupid smirk gone bittersweet.
His red eyes glow green, returning to normal.
He stares
“The devil’s after both of us…” He thought to himself.
“I won. Is this what you wanted?” He questioned and then paused for a moment.
“What do I get now? A prize? Is it just bragging rights?”
The wind had an unnatural chill to it as it blew past him.
“Tell One that I hope he’s happy. I’ve killed all my friends, all my family, the man I love…”
His eyes grow glassy as his scoldings turn into choked out sobs, everything coherent about his words lost.
“You…” He growls out, sniffling.
“I’ve…I’ve lost everything…Without my friends…I’m nothing..” He manages that much coherence before his sobs come to an abrupt stop, dying off with only occasional sniffles.
He looks upwards, in the sky and sees the secondary watcher god, Xelqua, descending in front of him. He’s not a watcher, why was their god coming to him?
“Wh-What?..” He sniffles, trying to regain his composure.
“You- I- Why?” He stumbles over his words and he just looks down at his feet, silently cursing himself for acting like such a fool.
Xelqua lands on the grass in front of Scar. Around him, the flowers wilted and the grass shifted into a burnt looking shade.
His blonde hair shapes into a bowl on either side of his face, all the unruly tufts towards the higher bit of his head.
Something about those obsidian eyes feels too familiar.
Xelqua gives Scar a sympathetic look before he raises his hand.
“WAIT!” Scar calls out, putting his hands on his head and squeezing his eyes shut in fear.
Xelqua’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t speak, instead he gives Scar a look of confusion. It seems that the god can’t speak out loud. Maybe he doesn’t have a voice…Or maybe his voice was locked away, long out of use.
Xelqua tilts his head. A voice comes from above, It has a British accent and it seems somewhat tired.
“What is it, my child?..”
Scar’s eyebrows furrow in a mix of frustration, confusion and a little bit of fear…
“I’m not your child,” Scar declares “I’ll never be one of you.”
“What do you need?” The voice repeats.
“Who are you?” Scar asks
“I’m Xel-”
“Yes, and I am Jellie. Who are you?” It wasn’t a question anymore, it was a demand for answers.
“T-Taurtis.”
“Taurtis..” I echoed quietly, whispering to myself, the way that the god stuttered was not missed.
“You’re lying to me,” He pauses. “After all this, you lie to me? Heartless, that’s what you are…” He sighs
“I know you too well.” The voice pauses “I’m not losing another person. Not here.”
That part caught him off guard. “You know me? Who-”
“Shhh..Quiet, darling…”
Xelqua runs his hand through Scar’s hair, attempting to somewhat soothe the other man.
“Who are you?! Tell me no-”
Xelqua glares and cuts him off.
“Quiet, NOW!”
Scar’s eyes widened in shock, letting out a gasp.
He didn’t want to listen, yet he felt a hand gripping his heart and twisting it to their will.
He doesn’t speak. He can’t speak. Xelqua must’ve put a spell on him..
“Much better…” Xelqua’s eyes softened at the panic in Scar’s eyes.
“It’s okay, my dear…” He offers reassurance
“I love you”
Xelqua raises his hand up, a netherite scythe appearing in his hand, he lowers it.
It glimmered in the moonlight.
“I don’t want to do this. I don’t feel so good..”
His obsidian eyes squeeze shut. “Scar…” He whispers out, this time it was like a prayer.
The spell falters.
“Why must you do this?” Scar asks, softly. It’s almost as if Xelqua was a cat he was trying not to scare off.
“..To end the game… I’ll do what I must…” Xelqua takes in one last quivering breath before he lifts the scythe over his head
“I’m sorry...”
Scar’s eyes widened “What?”
“I will always love you, Scar…”
His eyes squeezed shut as he lowered the scythe onto Scar’s head harshly.
Scar’s vision fades to black before he collapses.
Xelqua opens his eyes, shaking like a fearful rabbit. “Scar…”
He sits next to Scar as his obsidian eyes fade to a pitch black.
He sinks his claws into Scar’s palm and carves the watcher symbol.
“He’s one of mine now. He’s just like me…” He rambles, looking at his own palm before holding Scar’s hand with his own and smiling before Scar despawns.
“Already gone in the room. Too soon, I say…”
Xelqua squeezes his eyes shut and then teleports out of sight.