Darknesss united

Chapter 2: Behind the Mask.

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Grian POV

"Where...where am i?" Grian looked around. Black walls surrounded him. He knew the answer. The villain headquarters. I'm their latest experiment. I'll miss Scar.

Suddenly, the looming villain The Admin walked in. No. I'm just here to be tortured.

A booming voice sounded through the room. "Far from it. We would like to offer you a new job. Being an employee of a coffee shop sounds boring. How would you like to cause some chaos?"

Of course. One of the Admin's many powers is mind reading. I'm screwed.

"My best friend is a hero. I c-can't fight him. P-please just let me go."

Inside his mind was screaming for a chance to be chaotic. He always was. He couldn't help but think of the pranks he could pull off.

"Very well. We have something that might change your mind."

Grian started stressing. Torture? Watching my friends die?

Redstone entered the room. Oh. I'm food for the vampire.

Instead of lunging for his neck, the feared villain reached up and slowly pulled off his mask. No longer was the feared supervillain Redstone standing in front of him, but the man he had come to think of as his older brother. Mumbo extended a still-gloved hand and asked him a question: "will you join us? We don't want to hurt Scar. We want to free him. You know how hard life as a hero is. We just want to help."

All of the villains stepped out from behind the wall. One by one, they reached up and took off their masks. The King was his kind and funny boss, Ren. Voltage Viper was his friendly neighbor, Impulse, who was always up for a barbecue. Zombie was Cleo, who volunteered at the animal shelter down the street and was known for her big heart. Glitch was his cybernetic friend Iskall who could fix any tech issue. The Goat, or, as his friends called him, Doc worked at the supermarket downtown and the two often had lunch together. Frozen ember was Tango, the person who you could always rely on to get the job done. The Avenger was Joe, his landlord who was flexible as long as you didn't break too many "important" rules. Mother Nature was sweet Gem who worked at the greenhouse everyone bought their fruits and vegetables from. The feared leader The Admin was X, who was like a father to everyone. And pearl. He thought he'd lost her. Why did he have to love every single villain?

"What...how long have you guys been keeping this from me?"

Mumbo uncomfortably walked up to grian: "we're the most feared villains in Minecraftia. We thought you would be scared."

Grian immediately started joking around with the hermits: he trusts them.

"What do you mean? I'd love to prank the whole city!"

Mambo tried not to get annoyed: "grian..."

"In all seriousness, I know what this means and would have joined you sooner if you'd told me. I'm sure scar would too. Do I get a costume?"

X laughed. "Sure, Cute Guy."

A wall spun around and revealed his villain costume. He tried not to squeal but failed miserably. After trying on his costume he realized this was why Mumbo had asked him all those obscure questions earlier. To give him this. He was always the intended victim, if he could even call it that. He was so happy. He could be as chaotic as he wanted without anyone judging him. Even better- he could do it with friends.

"Can i go on my first mission?"

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Scar POV

Scar was pacing for an hour straight and all he could do was think about how he should have been better. He should have been able to save Grian. He should have done better. Fighting them would have been a death wish, but he would have preferred it was him then sweet, innocent grian. All he did was pull a few pranks. He was the enemy, not the random civilian pulled off the street who happened to be his best friend. He needed grian like a plant needs sun. grian was his drive. His hope. His compassion. His will to live.

Suddenly, he realized what they had done. They wanted to break him. He wouldn't have been broken by anyone else, but Grian? The one man he had grown up with, loved like a brother, and trusted with his life. Scott and sausage were great, but grian got him in a way only a brother would. And then there was... no. not now. You'll only hurt yourself more.

Scar paced in the same spot to the point at which he was starting to wear a hole into the floor. Great. Now i'm a cartoon. Thinking didn't help, so he might as well go cry into a pillow. No one was here to see. He had to walk past grian's room to get to his, and looking at the brightly colored pillows and white walls he couldn't help imagining a small, sleeping avian form on that bed. A small, sleeping avian form that was likely butchered and milked for all his pain by now. He was dead, and there was nothing scar could do about it.

He punched his pillow with tears running down his face, mourning the loss of his lifelong best friend. It was all he could do not to go on a murderous rampage and kill anyone who looked remotely like one of the villains in hope of getting justice. That was not a good idea. Everyone who could remain alive should. But how he wanted to kill them. He would kill them so hard if they had dared to lay a hand on his Grian.

Someone ringed his doorbell. He got up, slightly irritated and not whatsoever in the mood for anyone. Can't be worse than sitting in my thoughts and sulking.

His heart filled with joy at the person behind the door.

"Grian! I thought you were dead!"