Seth Robins' One-Shots

Collab Scarian Angst: Can't We Win Together?

This is a collaboration with Antisocial_Blob

This is war.

"Welcome, to 3rd Life"

There is no happiness.

"We each have three lives to try and survive and make it 'til the end."

There is no love.

"On your first life, it's peaceful. But once someone is on their last life, their name turns red, and they can kill other people."

There are no smiles.

"And after you lose your third life,"

There's just hate.

"You're out."

And nothing else.

"Last person standing wins. Let's begin."

After those last words were said everyone split up, some into groups - hoping to form bonds with those they would spend their time with and make allies with those they thought they could trust, others, like Grian, however, ventured of by themselves - concerned more so on setting up and getting prepared than creating friendships.

Grian mined for an hour or so by himself, stopping here and there to spook other third lifers who came across his path. After his time mining, he trudged to the surface, eager to find people to talk to seeing as he had been alone for so long and was bored out of his mind due to staring at stone and cobble for so long.

Grian stood in the desert. Once where hope and wonder lived was now destruction and chaos. There were holes deep into the ground from TNT explosions, there was their bunker that was partly destroyed and had the remains of those who had fallen inside, and then there was the castle standing tall on Monopoly Mountain.

He saw Scar standing right outside, staring at the crown that was once on Ren's head.

As Grian strolled up behind him, Scar turned around.

"Anyone?" He asked, and Grian shook his head.

They were the last two.

"Scott? Bdubs? Anyone?" Scar asked.

"They're gone." Grian whispered.

Scar frowned deeply and Grian took out a bucket, which had a pufferfish swimming inside. Scar smiled and gently held the bucket.

"Well at least he's still here."

Grian smiled weakly, unable to look Scar in the eyes.

He had no idea what he had to do if this happened.

Scar spoke to the fish in a baby voice and Grian sat down by their home.

Scar noticed this and paused before sitting next to him.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." Grian forced a smile, "I just...don't know what to do." He looked into the distance, where a flower field once laid. Now it was partly burned, charring the memories of the happy husbands that once lived there.

"Well someone has to win." Scar said.

"Why can't we just win together?" Grian asked, sighing.

Scar stood up and Grian's eyes widened, watching as Scar strolled towards the edge of the mountain.

"Where are you going?" Grian tilted his head.

"You've kept me alive this long, haven't you? The least I can do," He smiled, stepping closer and closer towards the edge, "is let you win."

He stepped off and Grian gasped, running over.

"Scar!" He shouted, trying to grab his hand.

Their fingers brushed together and Scar smiled before pulling his hand away, letting the gravity pull him down.

Grian watched in horror as he plummeted towards the ground. Without thinking, he ran to leap after the falling Scar, emitting a blood-curdling scratch as he ran towards the cliff side. As Grian ran and Scar fell, time seemed to warp and bend, slowing Grian in his tracks. He fought desperately against it, trying to get to his friend before the floor did, as he did so a large figure appeared next to him. They had large purple wings that glowed with a strange magical bioluminescence and a large hood pulled over their head, leaving their face fully within shadow. Grian turned, with a slight panic, towards the god-like figure with a sense of familiarity.

The watcher extended one of their slightly clawed hands towards Grian and placed it on his shoulder. He wished he could run, to save Scar before it was too late but it was inevitable, his death was inevitable, all of theirs were. There was nothing Grian could do and deep down he knew that, he always did. The visions came true, the truth came visions, it was a curse. One bound to him by the one who stood before him. The world around him disintegrated until only him and the watcher were left in an almost dungeon-like structure. Stained glass windows surrounded them, each soon to come to light as fate. The nearest one to Grian depicted him and Scar as his friend fell, a smile on his face as Grian screamed.

"Congratulations, Grian. You, young watcher, have won." The Watcher's voice echoed and the world flashed again and Grian found himself in a forest by himself as the rules of a new game were bellowed.

Those of a game called Last Life.

So the way these work is I write a bit and then the other person takes over. I had a lot of fun with this and it was nice putting together our two writing styles. Go check them out because they are really talented (and have like way better vocab than I will ever have 😅)