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How did Scar get his scars?

Just a quick short story to feed you guys, enjoy it, ill be working on a yhs request soon

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     No one really knew how Scar even managed to get the majority of the scars he has, I mean come on! They were all over his body crying out loud. Some were even more gruesome than others, but those were under his clothes, but the others didn't mind all too much about what he looked like, they were thankful for someone so scary looking to be as sweet as a cinnamon roll.

"Hey Scar?"

Grian climbed through the tree house with a bag.

"Oh hello there, what can I do for you Grian?"

Scar turned to the smaller Hermit with his usual smile he always had plastered on his face.

"Well, um, me and a few other Hermits wanted.."

He trailed off, seemingly nervous as he fiddled around with the bag in his hands.

"Well how many diamonds would it be to tell me and the hermits something personal.?"

Scar thought for a moment before walking downstairs, motioning Grian to follow after him, and so he did. They walked down the beautiful oak stairs, Scar being a bit slower than usual, it was clear he was lost in thought as he walked over to the couch.

"What do you want to know G?"

He slowly looked up at Grian, waited for a reply from the small brunette.

"We wanted to know what happened to you"

Grian realized that he worded it a bit not like he wanted to.

"Not that you're ugly or anything, we mean like, your Scars, why do you have so many scars, and how did you even get the majority of them? We've been wanting to ask you for so long but we were kinda scared you would be upset with us, so they kinda sent me since I know you a bit better than the others who handled the conversation about it. We like your scars and your personality but we kinda just wanna know how and what the purpose was to getting them"

Grian sheepishly asked a little too quickly.

"Well.. Which ones exactly?"

Grian looked back up at him, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"We wanted to know about the one across your face like Xisuma has and the ones along your neck, arms, and sides, and maybe a little of your chest.?"

Grian nervously peeped, keeping his gaze down towards the floor.

Scar had a dark gaze in his eyes, trying to figure out how to put his past into more calm words.

"The one on my face had to do with an ax, see, my middle school friends weren't as nice as I thought, the town wasn't really that helpful at all. My parents found me lying in a ditch, nearly half dead with a large puddle of blood. I had to be rushed to the hospital, it was hard to breathe, it felt like I was suffocating."

Grian slowly nodded, feeling a bit tense and sorry for the man in front of him. How could someone so nice be so hurt at a young age?

"The ones along my chest were surgeries, which I had to stay awake for. The medicine didn't really help ease the pain, It was like I could feel every single thing they were doing to my body. That kinda messed my way up from thinking for awhile until I got help for that type of stuff"

He replied slowly, trying to explain it the best he could.

"I could feel everything cut, every stab to the skin, I'm just glad I didn't have to see it."

He took a deep breath, thinking of the next thing he should say. It was quiet for a few moments before Grian even dared to try and speak again.

"So about your neck? And Arms? I couldn't imagine how painful it would be to have a cut that deep on your throat."

Scar nodded and sat straight up, fixing his posture.

"That one. Well. I nearly got my head cut clean off. Let me tell you I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even see. I felt like I was already dead, nothing moved around me. It was kinda like the void if you think about it, Just peaceful silence, until I heard people crying. I had opened my eyes and I was back in the hospital. I tried to speak or reach out to my parents but I couldn't, once they saw I was awake they looked horrified. More scars than this one on my neck happened that night. I was almost murdered while hanging out with friends late at night. It was like my vocal cords were cut off from the rest of my body, I was paralyzed to the waist down, once I got control back to my body it was hard to eat, which messed up my throat even more, it was horrible, But i'm sure people had way worse than that, and i feel bad for the people that do, I really do."

Grian clung to his arm as he spoke, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

"Oh G, please don't cry, see look, I'm all alright now see look! I can talk, I can still walk, with a limp. But hey that's okay, I have you and the other hermits, please don't cry, you'll make me cry!"

Grian sniffled and hugged his arm tighter with Scar rubbing soothing circles into his small back.

"See we're all alright now, Xisuma protects us from outside danger, and we protect each other. We're all okay, your okay, even Im okay, there's no need to worry, what happened to me is in the past, what matters now is that were all happy here, goofing around and playing pranks on each other"

Scar patted his back until Grian slowly let go, sniffling until he couldn't no longer.

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     After a while Grian went home, forgetting one simple question he long forgot about. What was the question you ask? What were the two dent scars on his back?

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