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When Scar struck Bdubs down he had one thought ringing through his mind. “ It can’t be me who wins this, not after all the problems I have caused for Grian.” The thought continued to echo as Grian screamed at him calling him a traitor and hit him a few times. Scar knew Grian was right, whether his intention was to stay by Grian’s side after bringing him down to red didn't matter. He betrayed Grian and his trust, there was nothing he could do to earn that back. So Scar did the only thing he knew to do, offer his life. After all, Grian did the same way when this all began after he made that creeper explode on him taking his first life much too soon. However, Scar knew Grian wouldn't take the deal. As much as Grian throws on a “no one knows what I’m going to do because I'm a bad boy” facade; Scar could see right through him and right now the same slightly agape mouth and softened eyebrows in his expression from when Grian accidentally killed him were looking right back at him again. It was clear to Scar that Grian was afraid and didn’t know what to do. So while Grian stood in shock, Scar looked at the sunrise. It was a mixture of red to orange into the bright blue of the usual sky, but something about the reds just seemed too bright and too reminiscent of the blood Scar had become accustomed to seeing falling out of his friends. At that moment Scar thought of all of them, especially the ones he killed, it had been weeks since he had seen some of them and he had so many things to say to all of them all of which in one way or another circled back mostly to that he was sorry and that he missed them. So Scar was grateful to have Grian’s voice to shake him away from looking at the redness of the sky and the words left unsaid.
“No, I can’t. I - I can’t do it. I won’t kill you, Scar” Grian said sheathing his sword and backing away looking almost ashamed for considering killing his friend. Scar swallowed a laugh. Scar thought about something to say to Grian to make him feel better but it was interrupted by Grian grabbing his ears in pain. Scar took a half step back in shock at the display.
“Grian, are you alright?” Scar asked uneasily. Grian looked up at him, and if he heard Scar’s question he didn't seem to care about answering. All Grian said was that the spectators wanted a fight. All Scar could think was that Grian sounded defeated and they couldn't throw this away. Scar argued with Grian, admittedly it was mostly because he refused to kill Grian, “We can’t fight Grian. We have worked too hard to keep this friendship together”
“Scar I know. I-” Grian was interrupted by what Scar assumed was another swell of voices. He didnt know how to help Grian and survive, but he did know that this would all be over if one of them was left standing. “They want us to fight, Scar,” Grian said shaking as he pulled out his sword again preparing to fight. “We don’t have a choice”. Scar looked at Grian and sighed.
“Fine, if we have to fight can we at least do it at Pizza’s grave?” Scar asked. Scar didn’t have a real reason for this request in terms of fighting, Scar didn’t care about the fight, he wanted to see Pizza’s grave one last time before he did something stupid.
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Grian and Scar stood armorless and without weapons in the ring of cacti just next to Pizza’s grave. The two agreed that no matter who won the fight they both won the game, this was something that Scar felt was earned. At the end of the day, they both fought so hard to get here, and as long as Grian was ok he would be too.
Grian counted down the fight for Scar. After the first few hits, Scar pushed himself into the cactus as Grian punched him. Grian told Scar to try and Scar insisted he was. “ I am trying Grian just not in the way you think. I owe you this. This way we can be even.” Scar thought to himself.
Hit after hit from Grian, Scar only got weaker and more bruised and bloodied. With the last few hits the duo pushed themselves out of the cacti circle and next to Pizza’s grave. Grian apologized, Scar assumed it was for his soon-to-be death. Scar said he was sorry too, Grian looked confused like he didnt understand that Scar caused so many problems for him. Grian shook the look off and with one last punch, Grian started to say what Scar assumed was the word sorry but it fell on deaf ears. Grian had won, or at least in the traditional sense.
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Scar felt his ghost form leave his body and he opened his new ghostly eyes to look around. He saw Grian looking at the sunset and hovered over to join. The duo saw the beautiful desert they watched over all though a little bit more exploded than when they first found it. It was their home, even now after everything. Grian noted aloud that it was quieter without Scar around and Scar thought of a prank. “One more life to go.” Scar whispered in Grian’s ear. To Scar’s horror all of a sudden the rest of the server's ghosts showed themselves and did the same thing.
One more life to go
“I hear what you are saying” Grian muttered after taking a deep breath as he turned to look at the tower the duo made their home. “I’m sorry it ended this way Scar, but you really were the best ally I could have asked for,” Grian said smiling as he leaned back at the edge of the ledge. Scar ran towards him and tried to stop him but his hand went right through him. Grian fell and Grian died. Scar looked down from the top of the cliff for a bit in shock before sitting on the ledge waiting for Grians ghost and when he did come they walked home.
“We really were winners huh?” Scar said.
“Shhhhh, you'll ruin it if you keep saying it aloud!” Grian teased back and nudged him playfully. At that moment Scar couldn't help but think how nice it was to be back together.