No One gets Left Behind (Adopted from ZecoriTheWeirdOne)

Chapter 12 (28)

Warning - Torture >:D
Yeah also a warning for crappy writing

He was curled up in a ball, hyperventilating and shaking hard. His mind was constantly replaying the words Grian had harshly told him, and while part of him knew it was a dream, he found it hard to tell the difference anymore. He'd him that he was worthless, that he was never coming back for him, that he'd made a new home now without him. That nobody cared. That he was all alone.

He shivered, pushing open his eyes, flickering from surface to surface as he tried to focus, vague figures coming into focus, automatically freezing when he realised that nobody should be here.

He tried to shuffle backwards, only ending up pressed further into the wall more painfully, the familiar figures edging closer.

"Why are you here- Please- After over a year why now-" he whispered, his eyes widening slightly as he felt himself being pushed up against the wall, purple strings of magic pushing him back.

"He made a move, we make ours," one of them hissed, morphing a ball of purple into a tangible knife leaping towards him. Taurtis tried to avoid the hit, pushing against the purple holding him in place. The side of the knife slammed into Taurtis's stomach, not cutting into his skin, having been thrown off and hitting him with the wrong side. It twisted to one of the shark edges, digging into his skin through his shirt. After a couple of seconds, it pushed harder, cutting through his shirt and pushing a couple of centimetres into his chest.

Taurtis gritted his teeth, biting back tears as the bonds released, dropping to the floor before feeling a foot collide just below the wound; his back slammed against the wooden wall, his head lulled forward slightly to avoid concussion. 

He coughed, a metallic taste in his mouth as he fell onto his hands and knees, his eyes focused on the floor.

"Why?" he whispered, his voice weak and pathetic, shaking as the watchers stepped closer, all holding an assortment of purplish weapons, all looking like they could hurt him. One of them was holding something that closely resembled a knife, pushing into the scar and reopening the old wound. A scream forced it's way out of his mouth, pushing back against the wall.

"Please come soon Grian,"

Grian, has a big deep wound: I'm fine
Mumbo: You've got a massive wound in your leg no you're not fine
Author: enjoy this very natural fourth wall break and transition

"Mumbo Jumbo you are AFK..." Scar hummed, leaning back on the diamond throne.

"I'm gonna take that mustache away!" Scar smiled at the fond memory, remembering how the entire server had been sining the song within the week. Grian was fun like that. Scar was glad the portal had accidentally brought them to that glitched world.

He couldn't help but worry about their resident gremlin though, how he would leave and rejoin more and more frequently, and while that in itself wasn't unusual - Xisuma had set up access to the hub a couple of months after the start of the season - but most players would only leave occasionally, for MCC or in Etho's case, a private world he had connected to the hub, but even he wouldn't leave that much.

Scar checked his commmunicator, noting that XIsuma and Grian still hadn't rejoined. Keralis mentioned in the chat that Xisuma had given him temporary admin powers, meaning he was planning to be gone for a while. Or he didn't know when he'd be back.

Scar would prefer the former.

Scar jumped off the throne, picking up Jellie and walking down the stairs, pulling out his elytra and flying to his base, feeling his communicator buzz as Impulse left the game, crashing into the wall of his magical village and dying. He pulled himself out of the bed, racing to grab his stuff before it despawned.

Insert awkward ending here

I didn't write a ton cause I was too busy in VC on Discord listening to Hermitcraft and random music. Welp.