𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣 ~ ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞

More Third Life oneshots *lipbite*

MCYT: GoodTimesWithScar

SMP or AU: Third Life SMP

Type: Platonic/angst (all my Third Life oneshots will be platonic)

Pronouns: None used, I'm pretty sure

Notes: Y/N = your name

Premise: Scar is dying after you duel, the final battle of the server. You sit with him in his last moments. (Based on the song Circadian Rhythm by the Silversun Pickups)

Trigger warnings: Death, injury description, implied suicide (but only right at the end, you're good until like the last few lines), and my ability to make you all cry constantly

Y/N's POV

Another night alone

I let my fists fall heavy to my side, utterly exhausted. Scar's body was near crumpled on the ground, a trickle of blood issuing from the corner of his mouth. Somehow, in his pain, he was still smiling.

A temporary dream

"It's over. You won." He croaked, voice hoarse and scratchy. The noise made me wince as I dropped to the ground, slowly moving his broken arm to reveal his face. His features twisted into a grimace as I did this.

I came in through your window sleepwalking

"It doesn't feel much like a victory." I admitted after a moment, sliding down the shattered remains of a wall of the Desert Tower, our once shared home. "Not after everything we've been through."

Standing arm and arm, still so out of reach

"No, I don't suppose it would." He agreed quietly. I watched his crimson eyes scan the landscape with resigned insight. There was a deep gash across his cheek slowly oozing with scarlet.

Well, there's nowhere left to go

"Remember when you tried to get me and Grian to mine this whole place?" I forced my lips to curve upwards as I talked. Scar would be gone soon, the least I could do was provide some comforting nostalgia before it happened.

Stay with me, stay with me

He chuckled breathily, almost wheezing with exertion. "I still think we could have done it." He joked, tone casual for a dying man.

Footsteps on the floor, your body's just a haze

"I miss them." I sighed, closing my eyes and tilting my head up. The air was hot and clammy, the arid climate reaching us even in the imperviousness of Scar's last moments. This sort of thing was supposed to be peaceful, but I suppose this was not a fantasy. The world was gritty and real. No peace came for us.

In a rhythm of your own, that's out of phase

"Who, Grian?" He inquired.

Feel my body swoon to hear you say my name

"All of them." I opened my eyes again, frowning. We'd started as a group of fourteen, and soon I would be the only one left. It was more than a bitter win to say the least. And to say win implied a competition. This wasn't a competition, this was the failed combating of a bloodthirsty curse.

I've got nowhere left to dream

"I do too." I almost didn't catch his sentence. Scar's voice was worryingly quiet, his strength fading. I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want to lose anyone else. But this was my doing. My fault.

So I'll just stay awake, stay awake

"I'm sorry." I whispered. "I didn't want it to end this way." His eyes flicked up, finding me in his sprawled position with a look of understanding sympathy.

At last, I'm found

"I know, but there's nothing you can do now." He looked thoughtful. "I had to let you do this, after everything we went through, with Grian too, I couldn't hurt you." I felt a twinge of guilt. I must have seemed heartless for not feeling the same.

Circle around

I had felt rage. He'd thrown away Grian's life for a piece of paper, and stood by as Bdubs slaughtered him with an arrow through his neck. My two friends, my closest allies... Turned on each other at the finale.

Last dance, no sound

Scar suddenly sat up, body wracking with violent coughs. The sound made me feel ill, the dryness of his voice combating with the gurgle of blood in his throat. He retched up flecks of scarlet and I did the best I could to ease his pain, rubbing his back feverishly to cease the coughing.

Nowhere left to go, stay with me

"It's okay, it's okay..." I muttered soothingly as his back arched with a particularly bad fit of rasps. I wasn't sure who I was trying to comfort at this point, me or him.

Nowhere left to go, stay with me

It seemed Scar had accepted his death, lying back down with an exhausted groan. He hooked our pinky fingers together, and I tried to fight back tears.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to go

That was the sign of our promise, to never betray each other. To stay allies. To stay friends. Everytime we had a disagreement, he would do that, reminding both of us of the deal.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to go

He smiled wistfully up at the sky, sun setting in a heart wrenching cliché. "Goodnight, Y/N." That was the last thing he ever said to me. He used his non-injured hand to take off his cowboy hat and place it jauntily on my head.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to go

"Goodnight, Scar." I managed to reply, voice shaking. He gave a violent exhale, then nothing. His eyes fell unmoving and slack, finger went limp around my own.

At last, I'm found

My final friend's body faded into a soft light. And then was gone.

Circle around

I shed no tears as I stood up. I felt numb. I could feel the weight of their eyes watching me, all of them.

Last dance, it's no sound

Ren, Martin, Joel, Scott, Jimmy, Etho, Cleo, Bdubs, Big B, Tango, Skizz, and finally Grian and Scar. They were all gone. I was the last one left.

Nowhere left to go, stay with me

My eyes wandered to the edge of the outcrop, the ground falling out below in a cliff. I could be free from the burden of loneliness.

Nowhere left to go, stay with me

With my final step, I knew what I had to do.

Eh, do I like this, do I not? I don't know. We haven't had angst in like, five oneshots, so I need to go back to the only thing I'm talented at. Making people cry over block men. Have a good day/night!