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It scared scar when grian went blank. When the loving, star struck stare, became one of empty mind and obedience.
It scared scar when grian looked so empty for hours at a time, when he wouldnt talk unless asked something, and even then, he wouldnt use too many words.
It scared scar when he would ask grian to get something on the top shelf, and grian realized he couldnt.
It scared scar when grain sat with wings surrounding them, begging scar to forgive him.
“Im sorry, im so sorry, please, i’ll do better, i promise, please, im sorry, im so fucking sorry.please, im sorry im not being good. Im sorry, i need to be good, i need to, please, let ,me try again, i’ll do so much better i promise!! Please scar!!”
“Grian, you don't have to apologize for anything!! Ok, im not mad, calm down a bit.”
The pure paniced smile, wide eyes and tears changed in seconds.
It scared scar when grain was smiling in panic. And then suddenly so confused on why scar wasn't mad. On why scar was not FORGIVING him, or yelling at him.
“No, no, no, no, i need to, i need to, i wasnt be good, im not listening, i need to say sorry, please!!”
It scared scar when grian begged for forgiveness, while his eyes looked so empty and dead.
Scar is scared of what grian went through.
Scar is scared of who did this to grian.
Scar was scared of grain.
How could he be so painfully grian, and yet, be so….tamed.
He listened to orders like it was his life line. He knew not to “bark” inside. He didnt walk away till he was told to. He followed scar around without a word. Sat down next to scar without touching him. Played with jelly’s toys when scar wasnt talking to him. Always sitting or laying on the floor. When someone grian didnt trust was around scar, his wingings flared out, and he growled.
And then, when grian was looking so painfully dead, he realized.
Grian acted like a dog.
A trained fucking dog.
A dog that got hit.
A dog who thought scar was his owner.
And it was no fucking instincts. Not with the way he begged. Not with the way he would freak out over not being able to do something.
And that thought scared scar even more, then the empty eyes that looked at him, so fucking quite.
Someone trained a man, to be a dog.
A man who was chaotic, a man who couldnt shut up about his next build, a man that was so perfectly a mess.
Sometimes scar thinks he wouldnt mind some flesh in between his teeth again. And the vex were so fucking hungry.
When grain was grian again, scar tried to talk to him about it. He needed to know who fucking did this, and each day, the hunger of the vexes got harder, and harder to handle.
“Grain. Who did it to you.”
“Scar, what are you talking about.”
“The empty eyes. The begging. Who did it.”
“No, scar, we arent having this conversation right now.”
“Then when are we having it.”
“The 31st of february.”
“Thats just another way to say never.”
“I know. I know what you’ll do. And i wont let you.”
“They’ll respawn.”
“No he wont. You wont let him.”
“You’re right, i wont”
Scar couldnt do anything. And scar was starving. Maybe he was another vex hybrid, vex are sweet. Or a cat hybrid. They tended to be savory. Any underwater hybrid was salty, even if they lived on land. Scar has had so much time to eat to his rotting heart’s desire. For fucs sake. He had even tried watcher. and if you count XD from the dream smp server as watcher. XD is more like a religious figure. Safe to say no one asks why XD only has one eye.
The one ones scar hasnt tried was a bunny hybrid, and a void walker. He heard the void walkers blood, is so dark, it looks like the void itself.
Scar was hungry. And grian wasnt letting him feed. So. he went to X.
“Who did it to grian.”
“Why.”
“Im starving xisuma. I need to eat.”
“And grian wont tell you?”
“No. he knows it wont let them respawn.”
“Then im not telling you either.”
“Xisuma. This is my last fucking option. We both know that if i eat any of you, you wont be able to respawn. We both know you will be nothing but void.”
“Tell grian that.”
“Im scared i will get upset and wont be able to stop myself.”
Maybe that should have told X what was to happen soon.
But they all were still shocked when scar went missing. Even more shocked when he was locked in his basment. The shock continued when they saw his arms had the bites of a wild animal.
They were less shocked when they saw the vex wings and the haunting color of a whitish blue.
Now, maybe he should have talked to grian before it got this bad. But scar never said he was smart. He always said he was starving though.
So when grian had that empty look in his eyes, and sat in front of the door, unable to think. Mind a black hole. He blurted out something he would regret later.
“Sam gladiator.”
Time stopped for a second. The look of pure hunger was something grian would never get used to. And cold dead eyes was something scar would never get used to. But when neither was in their right mind. They could help each other a lot more.
“Grian. My bed. Small metal box in the red pillow. The code is 460.”
Grian shot up, racing to listen to scar. It took less than 5 minutes. And he was back, Key in hand, A look of excitement covered everything but his eyes.
Grian knew what scar would do. And grian couldnt wait. Scar would be so proud. Grian is leading him right to a bunny hybrid!!
Once scar was out of his personal prison, he kissed grian. And grian kissed back, it was everything grian ever wanted. Scar tasted sour. Some fruity and sour candy mix. It was soft, full of love, yet desperate. When scar pulled back, grain was breathless. In pure shock.
“Wanted to do that before i tasted like blood”
And grian was still quite, and his eyes still dead. But there was a bit of purple on his face. The sweet, loveable color that grian blushed.
Grians wings are flaring with pride, one of the talons on his feet are around sam’s neck, the other has both his wrists trapped. Sam was thrashing, and yelling, and so mad. Yet grian was so happy. He went diving the second he saw sam. He knew scar would be here soon. Grian didnt tell scar that sam is a bunny.
When sam looked but at grian. The smile of love was violently cold to sam, the eyes of a dead man filled sam with pride, and yet, the black and purple wings at full wing span, and going up. They made sam’s instincts go haywire. A bunny is prey, and a bird is a predator.
When scar finally arrived, calm, collected. Yet, his skin turning a light gray. Sam knew he was fucked.
Grian started squirming with pride. He reached down with his hands and pulled sam’s beenie off, and lifted the floppy bunny ears that were hidden, proudly showing scar.
“Bunny!!”
Scar knew that grian was more trauma response and bird then man. But he was so proud. “Good job g, let me right to him huh? Such a good birdy, huh?”. The coos grian let out were so sweet, and scar drank them up, but, he has bigger fish to fry right now.
“Hey, got a loose feather?”
Before scar even finished asking grain had a feather of his in his mouth, holding it with his lips. It was quickly dropped in scars hand, scar just leaned down and stabbed sam in the shoulder with it.
“Watcher poison. Wont kill you, but makes you so numb, you cant feel what they do. But vex spit? Cancels out any and all poisons. Grian. Break his wrists.”
With more coos, scar heard the sound of bones shattering. No chance of ever healing.
“His elbows next.”
Grian’s talon slid down sam’s arms. Coming to his elbows and snapping them in.
“Rip an arm off for me please. I’m starving” grian did so with the sound of flesh being torn apart. Grian had long ago let go of sam’s ears. But still in his bird brain, he handed the arm to scar with his talon that ripped it off.
With pleasure, scar took it from grian, and sank his teeth in, pulling off a bloody chunk, chewing it with pride of grian.
With his mouth still full he passed the arm to grain.
“You want to try it? Turns out bunnies taste like that relaxation tea you make, if you drank it while eating a grilled steak. You dont have to, just sugesting”
And grain dug in. tearing it to bits. Enjoying the taste of his prey. Meanwhile scar just took his foot and tilted sam’s head up and sighed.
“Really, you should have known better then to fuck with a bird of prey. Being that you’re what the eat raw, with zero remorse.”
Less then 12 hours later, scar and grian were back home. Blood dripping down their faces, hand in hand, grain was back in his normal mind, and scar no longer had the unbearable urge to eat.
Grain was talking about his new build while walking back through the server. Mumbo just asked if they needed drink to wash down the blood, both turned down his offer. And xisuma asked if they had fun, and grian talked for 30 minutes about the pride that came with having his sharp talons on sam’s neck.
And scar just stared with love, care, and pride.
His boyfriend was a bird of prey, he was a predator, and their pery was a stupid bunny that thought he won. The teeth in scar’s pocket was their prize.