SULLY'S MUSICAL GRIAN ONESHOTS!! ✨

I Am Damaged (HRAU)

we're back fuckers

yk i was thinking abt it and my view of the minecraft hub's magic is literally just.. MLP magic. like, watcher magic? darker version of Twilight-fucking-Sparkle's magic.

so

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"STOP!"

Dull, red feathers consume Scar's rapidly darkening vision. He's shaking, he realizes, tears pouring down his scarred face. Sam's eyes take on an otherworldly glow; signifying the takeover of Scar's magic in helpfully amplifying the disturbing sociopath's murderous tendencies.

As the world arounds them grows dark, fueled by Scar's own terror, he watches blood drip from Grian's arms slowly- the bandages he was adorned with earlier had been shredded, it appears. Scar can't see the front of his savior, but he figures it's also drenched in crimson lifeforce- whether his own or not remains to be seen.

"i-I'm not.. you're not killing anyone else."

"This is an unwise choice, Greeee-on! You wouldn't want to get hurt."

Scar can see the way Grian's chest rises in anxiety; the build up of fear tightening his throat.

Yet, his wings slump.

"..there's nothing left for me. I don't care if I die."

Such sudden confusion rocks Sam that it shatters the darkness surrounding Scar for a single moment, his murderous red eyes dulling in panic. His manipulation wasn't working, his plan was failing. He was losing, despite holding the bomb.

... Scar didn't truly know if Sam would kill Grian- he didn't know if Sam would spare anyone, really.

The darkness is returning, creeping up the edges of his vision. Grian's also shaking, Scar thinks- although, maybe Scar's just shaking more. He can't tell at this point, the imminent threat of death overwhelming the logic inside his brain. His green eyes trace the blood dripping oh-so slow from Grian's arm again.

"....Well, if you don't care so much..."

Sam's tone was harsh & mocking, although the undertone of confusion remained, even as he moved forward with a sinister step that seemingly shake the dark void Scar had found himself in.

"Then maybe you should just fucking die already!"

Much like Yuki's, Sam's tone and actions are eerily joyful-a sick mimicry of days long-past, before everything went so wrong.

Scar watches the steel Sam entered with- when did he retrieve it from the wall?- flash in blinding daylight as he lunged towards Grian, ears pinned back and sharp teeth gnashing.

He's sickly numb, dully watching the blade inch closer to Grian- as though time had slowed, allowing him to commit every second of what will be Grian's death to memory.

The blade clatters onto the ground. The darkness rapidly retracts, hiding in the corners of the room with a displeased frown. Sam's pure white ears hit the ground- someone's on top of him. For a moment, Scar thinks it's Grian. The blue peeking out of the red shirt says otherwise.

Dread pools in his stomach when he realizes the strange scarlet color is a result of the fabric being drenched in blood.

..

Blue fabric.

That's Taurtis.

Taurtis..

Although Scar never ended up close to him, much preferring the company of Grian's, he thought they would get along well.