WHAT IF

What if Simba lost to Scar

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Long live the king

A river of lava gurgled beneath the precipice, spewing scalding bubbles and drops of flame. High above hung a flat of rock jutting out from the cliff. And from it hung a lion, jaws open in a wordless wail. Another crouched before him, mane black, emerald eyes glinting as he reached both paws forward and hooked his long, curved claws into the younger's forelegs. 'This is just the way your father looked before he died,' he mused, delicate tone laced with amusement. 'Here's my little secret.' Scar leaned down, muzzle brushing Simba's ear. 'I killed Mufasa.' The lion beneath him thrashed, eyes widening in horror. 'No! Murderer!' His roar echoed through the canyon as he finally found the strength to thrust himself upwards, and suddenly Scar found himself pinned beneath Simba. 'No, Simba, please!' Scar gasped, the gleam in his eyes vanishing, only to be replaced with pure fear.

'Tell them the truth,' Simba demanded, jerking his head at the group of lions grouped beyond the overhang. 'Oh, but the truth-' Simba slammed a paw down, and Scar broke off, choking, gasping for air. 'All right. ALL RIGHT.' 'Say it. So they can hear you,' Simba hissed. Scar sneered, turning his head to face the pride. 'I. Killed. Mufasa.' A lioness snarled and leapt forwards as the wave of hyenas rose to meet the rest of the lions in a wave of snapping jaws and black claws. Simba shoved Scar roughly onto his side and began to circle him, haunches tensed, ready to spring. 'Murderer.' 'Simba, Simba, please, have mercy,' Scar begged, husky voice reduced to a mere whine. 'You don't deserve to live.'

'Simba... b-but we're family,' the older stuttered. 'It was the hyenas. It was their fault, it was their idea!' 'Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.' 'What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your own uncle...' 'No, Scar. I'm not like you. And also, this is a disney movie." Simba drew himself to his full height and stared down at Scar, lips pulled back from his teeth. 'Oh, Simba, thank you, you are truly noble, I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I prove myself to you? Tell me. I mean anything.' Scar struggled to his feet, keeping his head bowed and tail limp. His eyes didn't meet Simba's gaze. 'Run. Run away, Scar, and never return.'

His head jerked upwards, eyes flaring wide as he remembered those very words that he had once spoken to the lion before him. 'Yes,' he breathed. 'Of course.' He turned his powerful head and slunk away, pausing a few feet away where a wall of flame flickered. 'As you wish, your majesty-' His words broke off in a snarl as he swept at a pile of ashes with his massive paw, sending them flying into Simba's eyes. Simba howled and staggered backwards, teetering along the edge of the precipice. "Son of a lioness!". And Scar leapt upon him, fastening his teeth in Simba's scruff, biting down hard till Simba screeched and tore away, fresh blood dripping from the wound. Scar chuckled, eyes burning with hatred and a murderous intent. 'Give up, Simba,' he taunted.
'Wait, is this supposed to happen?' etched Simba. Scar didn't hesitate to batter his hind claws down onto Simba's exposed belly, and warm, sticky blood coated his fur as they sprang up, both lions circling one another. 'Monster,' Simba growled. Scar shot forwards, ramming his head into Simba's flank, ignoring as the younger tore at his pelt. Simba slipped as the rocks beneath him gave, and Scar plunged his muzzle down, closing his jaws round Simba's throat. Simba writhed and struggled beneath him, but was unable to dislodge Scar, pinned down by his weight.
'Goodnight, Simba,' Scar purred softly as Simba's flailing grew weaker. He smiled as the light from the younger's eyes faded and went dull, staring sightlessly up into the reddening sky. Scar shook his mane and tore himself away from Simba, muzzle drenched in crimson, claws stained with ruby. An anguished caterwaul pierced the suddenly still air.

A couple of years later

"Kion." A large voice echoed the clouds.
"Dad?" Little Kion asked.
"Yes, it is me. Apparently, all dead lions live in the sky for some reason."

Filled with joy and excitement, the young cub began to rant away. "Woah, dad. I can't believe I'm actually speaking to you. Nala told me even, how you stupidly chose to fight Scar, who by the way had been keeping in check a lot of Hyenas, and ... you, well you barely knew how to fight and just sang Hakuna Matata most of your life."

"Em, yes. That was pretty dumb of me, but enough of that. Now, you're destined the new leader of the lion gua..."

"And then after Scar killed you, Nala and the other lionnesses got bored after killing all the hyenas, they tore Scar apart cause he was outnumbered and they've been hunting , like a lot. And also because, why not? Then a couple months later, Nala gave birth to me cause of that time you made out with her to a Beyonce's song..."

"We did not make out!"

"Sure you didn't."

The sky rumbled. "Okay, that's enough. I was young and stupid then, moving on! Now can we talk about your roar now and how it isn't nearly as good as mine at your age?"

"Alright dad," Kion said, rolling his eyes. "By the way, is Scar up there too?"

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