Scar really should have known better. He really shouldn't have signed that contract. He really should have read the fine print.
But he didn't.
Grian's fist hit his jaw.
They had just been so persuasive. They had looked at him with those big eyes and put the pen in his hand and he had signed. He could barely break eye contact long enough to read the basic terms of the deal.
He fell backwards, crashing through the wall of cactus.
Looking back, Scar could name every trick they had used to get him to scrawl his name onto that paper. They say its impossible to con a conman.
Scar says that's just a lie, another con.
The sun was shining off the blood on Grian's face.
He had been conned, well and proper. This was no collaborative world, no fun game between friends; this was a cruel bloodbath. Even if he had known what it really was, they could have made him sign anyway.
Grian was on top of him, punching his face again and again.
Scar couldn't even complain. He had signed the contract; he had to die to leave. This was cruel way to go, however.
The last thing Scar could remember was the burning heat of the sand, and Grians breathless apologies.
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Mcyt Oneshots
FanfictionThese are some oneshots about the different mcyts. I will write Empires Smp, Hermitcraft, 3rd life/Last life, Xlife and 100 hours This is Not a Dsmp book/There will Not be Dsmp oneshots in here, sorry for the inconvience. Most of these ficlets I wil...
