Prologue

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A/N I'm a Scarian shipper, I just can't write ship stuff good.

I'm just going to launch straight into this one.

(A month prior)

Grian soared over the shopping district, his primary coloured wings fluffed by the wind. It had been a year since he'd last heard anything from the watchers.
A year since limited life.
He could finally move on.
Live a proper life.
He'd just finished talking to Martyn who was worried that after limited life, the watchers might come back. Grian told Martyn not to worry, because he was sure that limited would be the last of the life series, and it had been a year.

Then he felt it, the familiar feeling of the watchers teleportation.

<EthosLab left the game>

<GeminiTay left the game>

<Bdouble0100 left the game>

<Bigbst4tz2 left the game>

<GoodTimesWithScar left the game>

<ImpulseSV left the game>

And on and on, they were all going.
It was happening again.

(One Secret life later)

Grian respawned, Immediately greeted by the others who had been through the exact same rollercoaster of emotions as him. "You good?' Zombie Cleo asked, holding out a hand to help Grian up. "Yeah, Whos Left?" He replied.

<Impulse SV joined the game>

<Bdouble0100 joined the game>

"That leaves, Joel, Scott, Pearl, Gem and Scar" Cleo Said.

<GeminiTay joined the game>

GeminiTay: I placed Third!

Grian: Good job!

<PearlescentMoon joined the game>

Etho: Wait, Did Scar win?

PearlescentMoon: Yeah

Everyone looked at each other, Scar winning a life series? It sounded unrealistic. But he'd done it. "Well, all we have to do is wait for him to come back" Tango said as he approached the group. "Yup"

But that had been a week ago.

And Scar had never returned.

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