Warnings include: fire, death, mention of knieves
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Grian chuckled, seeing a creeper in the distance and wandering over to it an idea hatching quickly in his mind. He taunted it, moving closer, then backing away. He did this until he got behind scar, walking back to his original spot.
***Hiss.***
Grian screamed, trying to get his friend to move out've the way before the creeper ignited.
Too late.
Scars body hit the floor, spraying out items before turning into nothing but xp and regret. The red sweatered man looked at the horrific sight, the one he caused, and shreiked. He backed away, lifting his sheild as if it would protect him from his crime.
"It was only meant to be a prank- it wasn't meant to go this far- i- i- didnt mean to hurt him" he mumbled into the collar of his sweater.
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Scar opened his eyes groggily, his ears rang as he sat up. The cold night air brushed against the burn scars on his back tenderly as he looked over the landscape, everything was always prettier at night.
He pushed himself up determined to get back to the others, he had a vengeance.
Grian would pay for this.
He wandered through flower fields for hours but he did eventually make it back , green eyes that shined in the darkness and looked straight into his amber ones. He wasnt interested in them though, they hadn't wronged him. He marched towards the man who caused his demise, grinning with malicious intent.
"Say G, why don't we talk for abit" his words rolled off the tounge sharply, each like a knife stabbing him in the heart.
Grian gulped but nodded, following scar behind a cluster of trees and a sheath of darkness.
"I am in your service, i am to serve your every request until my final exit.." grian mumbled looking at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with the other.
From the shreiking sound in the sky you could tell there was phantoms about, scar immediately pulled his 'second in command' to one of the village houses; even if it was in shambles.
"Scar! This is the least safest house in this place?!?!" Grian snapped
"THEN I'LL JUST LIGHT IT ON FIRE THEN-" his quick remark of annoyance was followed by the sound of a flint and steal igniting and crackling wood.
A part of the ceiling fell down, taking grian down and trapping his leg underneath, his breath hitched as he inhaled the smoke. He reached out to scar, in a silent plea for help teary eyed and coughing.
"Oh but grian, your my second in comand, you said you'd serve my every order and request" he smiled evilly "and my order, Is for you to stay there- and die!"
He screamed in distress as his clothes caught fire, pricking at his skin as he tried to put them out. Minutes later he closed his eyes accepting his fate as the flames from the house engulhed him.
[Grian burnt to a crisp]
