SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

Lifeboat (HRAU)

It'd been about a day.

Scar had to tell Grian about the Moons- he could be happy! He wouldn't have to 'freeze his brain' anymore.

Scar could have everything- his new friend, his family.

It's so close.

Of course, right now, he's making the incredibly wise choice of breaking in via window- Scar didn't want to get caught by Sam, afterall. He has a feeling that Sam won't prefer his version of a happy-ever-after.

Oh.. he was supposed to watch The Princess Bride with Bdubs yesterday.

...

Surely, he'll forgive Scar...?

The windowlock snaps off. Scar opens the window, sliding in. Grian's actually awake, sitting at a black desk. Scar briefly sees what looks like bandages peeking out of his sweater.

"gri?"

"wh- Scar?? What're you doing in my fucking house-?"

"okay, look, it's a lot to explain, but you don't have to stay here. You, you could be free! No more Sam or freezing your brain or-"

Scar waved his hands around as he talks.

"No."

Green eyes widen. Grian looks away.

"b-but don't you hate it here.? Yo- you told me all about it, how your life is so miserable you've considered slitting a vein-"

Grian stands up, staring directly at Scar. Fury rages in deep blue.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT MY LIFE IS LIKE!"

Scar's heart twists. Doubt, a shuddery black feeling ties it in knots, staining the powerful emotions raging through his chest a deep, dark color.

The world seems to flicker, a texture akin to the shitty polaroids of his childhood settling over the scene.

".. then tell me."

Grian blinks in surprise, digging his nails into his palm. Scar feels tempted to stop the blatant harm, but he makes no move too.

Grian doesn't seem to be in the mood for that.

"...I float on a boat, in a raging black ocean."

The avian turns, moving to rummage through drawers. He's looking for something; that much is obvious.

Despite the burning curiosity inside, Scar makes no move to follow him. It just doesn't feel right, as though he'd lost that privilege the moment he'd angered Grian.

"Low in the water, & no where to go...."

Grian produces a small, rusted key, turning his focus to Scar for a moment.

"The tiniest lifeboat. With people I know."

He spins the key on his finger, before running a hand along some drawers to find a small, thin & locked one.

"Cold, clammy & crowded... the people smell desperate."

The drawer clicks open. Scar can't see what it reveals; with every word the room seems to grow darker; the only light source a hastily cobbled together lamp that flickered every few seconds.

"We'll sink any minute, so someone must go..."

Scar has the disturbing notion that Grian means himself. His chest tightens ever so slightly, reminding Scar of the disgusting fear running up his heart.

"The tiniest lifeboat. With people I know."

Grian slips something open inside of the drawer- another key, another spin, another secret he doesn't quite understand yet.

Scar can clearly see the offwhite of bandages consuming Grian's arm, now.

He wonders why those are there. (He fears the answer)

Grian grasps the key, bringing it close to his chest. Instinctively, his wings curl around him.

"Everyone's pushing, everyone's fighting.."

Scar catches sight of Grian's tear-filled eyes. There's that same emotion he couldn't identify lingering there, stronger now.

"Storms are approaching, there's no where to hide!"

Grian steps forward, reaching around Scar to aggressively pull open a much larger drawer that was stacked on a bookcase. It looked rather inconspicuous, although the way the area around it darkened disturbed Scar.

"If I say the wrong thing, or I wear the wrong outfit, they'll throw me right over the side."

Grian takes a breath, unlocking an ornate box within the drawer and removing it. With the box in hand, he walks over to a wood board littered with holes.

Scar steps forward now; driven by the need to know.

"I'm hugging my knees, and the captain is pointing.."

First, the pins come out. Dulled by Scar's magic, projecting the harsh charge of emotions in the room; and clearly worn from years of use.

Grian stabs each in as though they'd wronged him, personally.

"Well, WHO MADE HIM CAPTIAN?"

A picture of Sam is put up, in the center. Its pin is in the throat. Grian wraps customary red string around the center pin, pulling it taut.

"Still, the weakest must go..."

More photos are being added, in a rapid manner.

"The tiniest lifeboat."

Grian stood back from the board. Photos and newspaper articles and camera footage lines the wall.

"..full of people I know..."

Grian's voice gets small at the end. Scar can't help but study the board.

He reads the articles first- GIRL'S GRAVE FOUND EMPTY! – BELOVED TEACHER FOUND HANGING BY STUDENTS – HUMAN FLESH DISCOVERED NEAR OKAMI HIGH!

What's worse? The red strings tied to each pin holding them up- a horrific 'choose your own adventure'.

"Have you heard about the rampant crime here? The break-ins, the shoot-outs, the drugs and alleged murders."

Scar can't help but dully nod. Maybe at some point, although it pales in comparison to the heaps of evidence presented in this messy, aggressive format.

"They all connect to 1 person.

There's a reason why Sam is considered untouchable.

Because either path leads to death."

Scar's eyes trace each line. The world grows uneasy; shaky and stilted. Sam, blood smeared on his fluffy white ears and eyes alight with sick joy.

An empty grave: the hallway were Scar wasn't allowed.

So much death that plagued this small town, all connected with ease to one figure.

Sam.

"you need to go."

Grian says. It snaps Scar from his thoughts.

"sam won't like finding out that you tried to convince me to leave."

The bandages show.

Sam.

"..........okay. I'll, uh, see you tomorrow. Maybe."

Grian nodded. Scar moved to the window, slipping out, just as Grian's door handle opened. He was dropped into the wet, dark forest below, images of horrors beyond what a 15-year-old rabbit should be able to achieve plaguing his mind.

What has he done?