To The End | A SCU Fanfic

The Apple

He had done it. Grizzly was gone, falling to hell because of the apple that Charlie had forced him to eat.
Guilt suddenly washed over Charlie, and he fell to his knees.

"Oh shit, what have I done."

Condi walked over to where Charlie was on his knees by the gaping hole in Molympus. Charlie's slimey wings were wrapped around himself as he stared into the abyss that he created. Condi gently kneeled in front of him, softly grabbing his shoulder. Condi gently shook Charlie to get him to look up. Charlie turned his tear-stained face up towards Condi.

"H-he's gone," Charlie said, his voice breaking.

"Shhh, you did what you had to, we all did," Condi responded, a few tears running down his face as well.

Condi looked over to where Bizly was standing by himself, his wings drooping and tears streaming from underneath his dark glasses. Condi reached a hand out to Bizly, catching his attention. Bizly could tell from the look in Condi's brown eyes that he wanted him to join them, but Bizly shook his head, staying far away from the hole and staring at his feet as the tears fell.

A few silent minutes passed, Condi and Charlie were both sitting by the hole, Condi's wings surrounding both of them in an attempt at comfort as they both cried. Bizly was now sitting in his bucket-made-throne, staring off into the distance that was outside of Molympus. He was no longer crying, he felt... empty and numb. He wanted so bad to cry and to feel something, but no tears would come out anymore.

-In the nether/minecraft hell-

"Where did it go so wrong?"

Grizzly thought aloud as he fell, the wind whipped around him, tearing at his white feathers and ripping them out. Memories flashed through his head, of all the times the group had fun, laughed, enjoyed each others company. All of the struggles they had faced also popped up, everything that had gone wrong. Death, even though they are immortal, still hurt. Then the memories come to The Pickaxe.

"I just wanted them to laugh, why'd I have to choose the diamond pickaxe for that stupid bit?"

Grizzly started questioning everything about what had happened and why he had done that. Both guilt and anger washed over him as he continued falling. How dare they choose his fate for him. They had no right to do that.

The anger completely consumed him, taking over the guilt that he felt. His wings started to smolder, then burned. The fire took him by surprise, but he was too mad at the others, especially Charlie, to do anything about it. They turned a dark black color, with a tinge of red at the ends. Horns burst from his temple, bringing with them a splitting headache.

As Grizzly clutched his head in pain, he could have sworn he heard the familiar laugh of Schlatt. He looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of where the laughing was coming from when he saw it. There was a dark, seemingly floating figure that looked like it was glitching. Two bright yellow eyes with horizontal pupils appeared, and Grizzly gasped.

"Welcome home, Grizzly!" Schlatt menacingly laughed.

Grizzly gasped at him for a second, then in a flash, Schlatt was gone again. Grizzly's transformation had now finished. He now sported the long, burnt wings and had curling ram horns. He still had his pug ears and tail, but he felt... different. He was angry, and he wanted to punch something. He wanted to make the others feel the pain that they had caused him.

First part done! Contrusctive criticism is appreciated. Updates will be very inconsistent sorry.