Corrupted - A Hermitcraft (and Empires) Fanfiction

21: Scar

'That little d*** was trying to free Cub!' Is the first thing Impulse, Pix and I hear as Badtimes enters, slamming the door behind him. 'Luckily me and El here kicked his a** enough for him to go flying away back to Xisuma!'

'He didn't fly off towards Xisuma's base though,' Argues back EX, following and clearly angry about the door being slammed in his face. 'He flew off past Mumbo's base.'

'He might've just gone the wrong way. Like an idiot.'

'Badtimes... I know you're trying to add to the conversation, but can you not call my friend an idiot.' I snap, already close to breaking down about what else I saw. What Grian said.

'Skulk makes better wings that feathers anyway.'

'Oh Hels save us all...' Badtimes groans like the 5 year old we all know he is mentally. 'What is it this time?'

'Didn't you look at his wings?! What the skulk did to them?'

'Scar...' 

'I was more looking at saving our lives, dumba**. They don't call me the hero of Hels-mitcraft for nothing.' Hels sits, legs crossed and smug expression across his face, on the crafting table across the room. 

'No one calls you the Hero of Hels-mitcraft except you and maybe Vex.' Shoots back EX. 'Ignore him. What were you saying about Grian?'

'The skulk hurt him.' I explain. 'The skulk hurt Grian.'

'How is that helpful?'

'I'm not saying it's helpful, I'm saying it's true! The skulk hurt him badly and I want revenge.'

Silence.

'Is that it? Are you finished being upset because I have places to be and buildings to set on fire.'

'What the- 'Are you finished being upset?' What kind of question is that my 2 best friends are mortal danger and you're doing nothing to help!'

'Not my friends, not my problem. Besides, I have helped. More than Pixlp*ss and Impul-s*it over there. What have either of YOU done except sit there being friendly and un-arsony.'

'I've helped find a cure for the skulk.' Retorts Impulse. 'And Pix saved Grian's life.'

'Big help that was in the long run... Grian's still skulky and trying to kill us, sh*t-pulse. You failed. We all failed.'

I punch him. Badtimes stumbles back, the shock on his face turning quickly to anger.

'Oh it is ON!'

'BADTIMES NO!' EX runs over, holding him back as he tries to murder me, screaming and shouting. Impulse grabs my hand, stopping me doing the same back.

'Scar, calm down.'

'I would calm down if Badtimes stopped reminding me my friends are GONE!'

'And so would I if Scar hadn't PUNCHED ME IN THE F***ING FACE!'

'ALL of you, calm down!' Pix steps over to help.

'Oh FINALLY! He's doing something other than sitting in the corner being useless!'

'Badtimes...' EX growls 'I can very easily confiscate Worm if you don't CALM DOWN!'

'F*** OFF!'

'STOP. SWEARING!'

'NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU, SCAR. AND NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID IDIOT FRIENDS WHO ARE PROBABLY DEAD!'

Rage.

Magic.

I faze free of Impulse, hitting Badtimes again. EX tries to pull him safe out the way, but he breaks away, clawing back. It takes seconds for us to be brawling on the ground, biting and hitting. But I get the upper hand, pinning him.

'WORM!' Badtimes screams. 'WORMIE COME SAVE ME!'

'Your STUPID snake.' I punch his face. 'Isn't here to F***ING SAVE YOU!'

'SCAR!' Impulse drags me away, back to my feet, holding onto me. EX helps the bloody Badtimes to his, forcing him to sit.

'Scar swore.' Is all he says. 'Why are you telling HIM off?'

'I am.' Impulse replies. 'I am telling him off. Scar, what was that?'

I don't reply, trying not to start crying. Shame drowns out the fury and I let the vex power fade back to nothing.

'Scar, what was that?'

'I'm sorry.' I mumble. 'I wasn't...' I know there's no justification. 'I don't want to believe Badtimes is right about Cub and Grian but... he probably is. And I don't want him to remind me of it.' Impulse lets me sink to the floor, still not looking at anyone, the room blurring in front of me. 'They're probably past repair.'

'Scar, we can save them.' Insists Impulse, sitting next to me, a hand on my shoulder. 'We've got Cub safe and away from Xisuma. We can try and find a cure to the skulk, the other hermits will help us. Badtimes is just winding you up on purpose.'

'To be honest it is funny to see you angry.'

'I am going to confiscate Worm, Badtimes. And I won't give him back unless you stop acting stupid.'

'Fiiiiiiine... Whatever... Can I get something for my face because I'm badly hurt after Scar tried to murder me.'

EX throws a couple healing potions over at him, recieving no thanks back. I stay sat on the ground, silent. Pix returns to his corner. It's a few moments until anyone speaks.

'I need to keep looking for a cure.' Pix decides, grabbing a couple books. 'Call me if anything goes wrong. Again.' He crosses the room, leaving for upstairs.

'I need some air. Impulse, stop Scar and Badtimes fighting.' EX leaves without another word.

'What are you two morons going to do?' Badtimes turns to us two. 'Fight me? Leave me here?'

'Help Pix.' Is all I say, following after. A moment later, Impulse joins me.

'Can I join you?'

'Yeah. Though someone should watch Badtimes.'

'Like I'm going to burn down this entire building, free the warden in you base, set free the idiot in the box, chase him around for a few minutes until he gets tired and then trap him back in another box and laugh at him.'

Silence.

'That's... oddly specific.' Impulse frowns. 'Were going to do that?'

'Uhh... no?' Lies Badtimes with more sass than necessary. 'Of course not. I'm not THAT crazy.'

'Right. We're calling in more hermits.'

'Call in Grian.' 

I glare at Badtimes as he fights a laugh.

'Thanks.'

'You're welcome.'

'You know what, I'll just keep watch of him.' Impulse resigns to deciding. 'Scar, you go get some rest.'

Our communicators go off. Me and Impulse both check.

Tango: DECKED OUT NOW

'Wait, Badtimes.'

'Mmmm?'

'Which way was Grian going?'

'How should I know?'

'You saw.'

'Past the two idiot bases. Stone idiot and dark fortress idiot.'

'That's towards Decked Out.' Impulse realises first. And then we both know at the same time.

'Grian's after Tango.'

Badtimes is fun

And so is the coming angst

:)