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“You do know that no one is coming to help you , right?” The taunt carried by an electronically altered voice further sunk the reality into you. That alongside the heavy and cold shackles that tied you down. 

Slowly you lift your head up. It was a tedious task, and one you wished not to do, but you felt it was necessary. To see if you were imagining this nightmare. Glowing red eyes that you once found a pleasant quirk of a friend had become evil, ominous and oppressive. Your throat was dry and your throat closed up. 

Oh the things you wanted to say to this man. Yet you didn’t have the strength or courage to say any of them. How pathetic. 

Sad eyes unable to keep looking at the horrific reminder of a past mistake avert themselves back to the ground. 

“Yea i know that,” you reply solemnly. “Thanks for reminding me of that, Evil X.”

Hopefully that’d send him away, please whatever complex he had going on.

Unfortunately he didn’t leave. It didn’t spark whatever vile feeling he wanted. You were stuck with him until he left. Either by giving what he wanted or boredom. 

What did he even want?

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There, on his throne, he looked down upon you. Once, you two had been allies in the attempts to free L’manberg from the grasps of Dream. Now, here you were, long after her betrayal, staring at the empty shell of who you knew. They wore the same skin as her, yet this wasn’t the Eret you came to know and love. This was a monster. 

“Why do you stay with them?” were not the first words you expected to hear, and yet they were. Shocked, you blink a few times, trying to figure out if you heard her right. You did, though, and you hated that. 

“Why wouldn’t I,” you reply, a smile appearing on your face. “They’re my friends, my family. I don’t see why I wouldn’t.”

“If they are your family, then why did they leave you? They abandoned you, traded you to me. And for what?”  Eret knew what they were doing and you didn’t like the direction they were taking this. 

“Your majesty, I have no idea as to why they would do that.” You were more than aware of the reasoning, but you didn’t want to think about it. The thought of it hurt you tremendously. 

“We both know why they did it,” He just wanted to dig the wound deeper and pour as much salt as he could into it. “You were disposable to them. Another tool they could use and abuse, only to throw away when you lost your use. Just like The Blade, but worse. To them, you were just dead weight. Didn’t you see how happy they were to rid themselves of you? How easily they gave you away?”

Tears started to form in your eyes, and you lowered your head to the ground in a pitiful attempt to hide them. Stains on the carpet beneath you made the crying so obviously clear. 

“ But they told me they loved me. ” Your voice was so faint and shaky, a thing you tried so hard to hide. It was in vain though, as the sobs you held back still shook your body. 

She chuckled. “Did they really? Wow, how mean of them.” With that, she got up from her throne and slowly walked towards you. “How sweetly did they say it to you? What else did they tell you? Come on, you can tell me.”

Sniffles were the only reply you gave them. Gripping your chin, they lift your head so they can make eye contact with you. Their proud expression soon becomes somber. They wipe your tears and make soft “shh”ing noises, doing their best to comfort you. 

“ Aw, sweetheart ,” He gently cradled your face in her hands. “ They were lying, I’m the only one who could ever love you. I know this, you know this, everyone knows this. You’re so unlovable to everyone else, but that’s what I love about you. You’re all mine. Mine and no one else’s, okay?”

You nod your head without a second thought and Eret pulls you further into his embrace.

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“Karl,” you beg, tears threatening to spill. “Please, can we talk about this? Talk about what’s been going on? Like your trips or even the general day to day stuff. Here, I'll start. 

“So today I saw Sam outside of the prison.” Shuddering at the memory, you try to continue, yet Sam’s icy cold eyes still haunted you, making it so hard to talk. “He really scared me. Since the prison was made, he seems to have changed so much. Before he was so nice and friendly an-and welcoming. Karl, I was so scared. Sam seemed so threatening. Did I ever tell you what Sam told me on that day? When we last went out together? He told me- He told me-” Hugging yourself for comfort, you look towards Karl. Looking at him directly and talking was hard, but you needed strength now. Some comfort from him. 

But he wasn’t even paying attention. He was spaced out, wearing the thousand yard stare. “Karl? Hey, Karl!” You try to grab his attention, snapping your fingers in front of his eyes. 

With a startle, he comes back to reality rapidly blinking and looking around. “Oh sorry about that,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing,” you grumble, shaking your head. “It was really nothing.”

“No it had to be something,” Karl follows as you walk away. “Come on, you can tell me. It was about Sam, right? What’d Sam say?”

Holding back your frustrations, you whirling around. “No,” you reiterate, tears falling. “It’s fine. Just forget it. Just like you forget everything else . Everyone else. Karl, do you even remember your fiances? Quackity and Sapnap? Do you even remember me ?”

Lost, Karl looks anywhere but at you to find an answer. The pressure was getting to him. You felt bad, but your curiosity and emotions got ahead of you. 

“That’s what I thought,” You give him one last smile as you walk away. 

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“Mr President,” You bang on the door harder, hoping for some answer. “Sir, you have things to do! So could you come out and do them? For once?” The last sentence was said under your breath, but it wasn’t like he was going to hear it. Not even five seconds passed before you’re back to pounding on the poor door. 

On your last swing, your arm didn’t come in contact with the door. No, instead it almost hit your boss. Your disheveled, hungover boss. 

President Schlatt of L’ma- Manberg. Right, it was changed to Manberg when Schlatt took over the presidency. 

“What the fuck do you want,” his words slurred together in a semi coherent sentence. It was enough for you, and you needed the job, so you just stayed quiet about the smell of booze on his breath along with trying to decipher what he was saying. “It’s too early for this shit.”

“Apologies sir,” just because he wasn’t being formal doesn’t mean you were going to fall to his standards. “It’s noon though, so I came to bring you 

some reports. I had hoped you would be awake, but it seems you weren’t.” You didn’t know where else to go from there. How do you say “Hey we need to get business flowing, lazy asshat!” in a nice way to your boss ?

“Oh whatever,” grumbling, he walks away and leaves the door wide open. The once pristine presidential office now was tainted by Schlatt’s influence. Empty and partially filled bottles lay scattered on the ground. “What the fuck do you need?”

“Reports, sir.” You wanted this over asap. “So according to the intel I have, since the presidential elections, the stock market has gone down a whopping 45% and-”

“What the fuck,” Schlatt takes a swig of… something.  “What’s that supposed to mean? Why do I need to know?” Trying to answer his questions, you only manage to open your mouth before he holds his hand up. “Can you just say this stuff in lame man’s terms or something?”

Taking a deep breath, you reply with a “absolutely” while trying to devise a new game plan. “Essentially, the profits in the market have taken a bad decline. But tax money inflow is normal and the citizens are only a wee bit unrestful.” Watching the new president guzzle down his booze, you only become more hopeless for the future. “ I don’t think I've seen anyone screw something up so fast before .”

Schlatt lets out a hearty chuckle. “You know what? I’ll take that as a compliment. Getting something done faster than that old president, mr lover boy. At least something is happening. Don’t worry, I'll fix all of this later.”

“Of course you will,” you don’t believe a single word he said about restoring the nation, but you had to. He was the only hope you had left.

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With a scowl, you turn away from the carnage. Friends laydead on the ground. Almost everywhere you went, another 3rd lifer’s body was around. They all lost their lives in the last battle. Renchanting vs Monopoly Mountain, right? Was it even that simple? It was all around carnage and sides were hard to tell. All you knew was who you were directly allied with, that was all you’d ever need to know. 

From the beginning, you were going to be with Scar. Before the server went up, you two promised to stick with each other and protect the other. You weren’t too upset with that set up. Grian came into the picture after Scar’s first death, and everything was still good. Until it wasn’t.

A lot has happened since the beginning. Lots of death, but you still had Scar and Grian. Though you had gotten separated from your boys, you were sure they were alive. The server list showed they were. A ping came from your communicator and you scramble to get it out. It had news. Something happened. 

[Grian walked into a cactus whilst trying to escape GoodTimeWithScar]

Your breath got caught in your throat. Grian’s dead too… That leaves only you and Scar. Panicking, you frantically search your surroundings like Scar is just going to appear. He’d be coming for you next, right? As the last remaining people, a face off was inevitable. One of you had to die. 

How unfortunate that time had to pass. Even worse, you two found each other. Reuniting in the forest might’ve been so sweet on a different server. Now it was just a horror scene. 

Scar's unnaturally grey skin and red eyes still unsettled you. He probably thought the same thing about you. 

Before you could speak, Scar beat you to it. “I did it,” he whispered. So strong yet so weak looking, you felt pity for your friend. 

“What? Scar, what are you talking about? Is it about Grian? Uh, congrats?”

“No- wait yes, but no. That’s not what I meant.” His words soon became a mumbling mess. 

“Scar,” you start to cry from fear and you feel so bad for it. “Scar, you're scaring me. What’re you even saying?”
“I just- I wanted to keep my promise,” Scar stuttered around his words. His mind was obviously all over the place and it terrified you. “An-and I did my best to do that. I really did. But everything went wrong. So, so wrong. But hey! At least I kept my promise! I told you we’d stick together and I'd protect you! It was so hard, but I did it!” Throughout his mini speech, he let out the sickest, unhinged laughter you ever heard. 

“Yeah, that’s great, Scar. I’m so happy for you.” Everything didn’t feel real any longer. It was like watching a movie; your eyes, body and actions were no longer your own. 

You didn’t want to see the end of this movie, the bloody ending you knew would come. But scar started to walk towards you, and you were powerless to stop it.

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A teary-eyed Scar stood stunned, staring wide-eyed at you. If someone saw him now, they’d joke about him being in the big eye crew instead of the boatem pole. Minus the tears, of course. 

    “What do you mean,” his shaky voice made your chest ache, but it had to be done. Had to be said. “You… you must be confused. Mistaken? Can you repeat it?” You hated to do it to him, but both of you ignored it for so long and the rose tinted shade needed to be taken down. 

    Collecting yourself to, once again, deliver the hard news to Scar. “Scar,” you slowly speak, putting heavy emphasis on the wrongs he had done. “You literally killed someone. Then brought me to your house against my will for ‘protection’ and then admitted to multiple crimes . Like arson, you commited arson against one of your fellow hermits because they talked to me. And that’s only what you did this week . I don’t even know what you did before this because you obviously did more and I have no idea what was connected to you at this point.” After spilling so much, you needed to take a long, deep breath. Composing yourself once again, you continue on in a more calm fashion. 

    “None of that is healthy or even good. Like hello? What made you think that was all okay and justified?” You hoped that this would make him realise how wrong all of his behavior was. It was rather inappropriate for many reasons. 

    “Because I love you,” was Scar’s only reply. Silence fell over you two and you waited for a continuation that would never come. 

    “Scar,” you try to gentle the blow once again. “That isn’t a justification at all. I don’t even know how you got that idea into your head but you need to lose it. And now.”

    “ Don’t you love me anymore ,” Scar sniffled and tears were welling in his eyes. Oh no, not this again. This only hurt you more, and you didn’t want to go on anymore. But it had to be done. “You said you loved me. And that we’d protect each other. You said so.”

    “Well maybe i was wrong,” your patience was running thin, and you didn’t want to stay long enough to fall for his act. “Because this… It- It was never love to begin with. Maybe platonic love, but even then that might be a stretch. I mean I loved you as a friend . You meant so much to me. Obviously you are thinking of a different love, and that isn’t the love we have.”

That only seemed to hurt Scar more as he just got worse. His tears finally streaked down his face and he was hyperventilating. Short breaths and sobs shook his body. It hurt the both of you, but it had to be done. It had to be done, that mantra ran circles in your mind.

“I’m sorry, Scar.” There was no reason for you to apologize, yet you did. The feeling of guilt tightened its grip around you and you wished to be free of it in any way you could. “Bye. I’ll see you later.”

With that you turned toward the exit of Scar’s giant boat on wheels or whatever it was. You were too annoyed to remember at this point. Sadly you didn’t make it far as you were tackled to the ground. 

“No,” Scar’s tears soaked into your shirt. “Please don’t leave. Don’t leave me.”

Oh how badly you wanted to leave. But the guilt chained you down once again.

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The day had been calm, a new normal you were more than happy to accept. Staying away from everyone was lonely, but a necessary decision. One of the best ones you ever made. 

    Gardening is also one of your new hobbies, that’s the more positive way to put it anyways. Saying it was a necessity you had to slave over daily was much less appealing. 

    Grimacing, you shake your head and go back to caring for your sweet, sweet carrots. It was hard and honest work. 

    Earth crunched under foot of something in the distance. It was big, heavy. But easily ignorable. Though the closer it got, the more you concentrated on it and panic started to brew into your stomach. If you don’t acknowledge it, it’ll leave eventually. 

    How unfortunate that the logic didn’t work this time as it only got closer and soon stopped mere feet from you. Glancing over towards your unexpected visitor, you catch a glimpse of something hoof-like. Piggy toes, to be exact. 

    There was only one person you knew who had little piggy toes like that. “Technoblade?” You look up to confirm your suspicions. Low and behold, the blood god himself is standing at the entrance of your humble garden. “So nice to see you again! How’ve you been?”

    “Oh, I’ve been good,” the poor piglin was stumbling over his words.

    Neither of you are good with social interaction, and it’s obvious with the silence that quickly inserts itself into the conversation. “So,” the words slowly fell from your lips. “What brought you over to my neck of the woods? Did you come all the way here for me? ”

    “No,” was Techno’s blunt reply, before he realized what he blurted out. “Well I mean yes, but no. I came to give you back something.”

    “Oh?” Getting to your feet, you wipe your hands on your pants to rid yourself of the dirt. Sadly it didn’t get all of it off, but a majority is better than nothing. “What’d ya get?” You practically bounce on over to him from excitement. Anything is a gift and very precious to you. 

    “Just a little something.” With that, he pulled out a few shiny trinkets. Your brain practically went into crow mode as all you could think of was the shininess. There, in his hand, was a gold bracelet with intricate engravings and a couple of rocks. A large variety that looked rather cool. The bracelet seemed to have a beautiful leaf, flower, and vine theme going on.  Gently, Techno placed them into your open hands, where you further inspected them. “And then your axe, since you left it at my house again.” 

    “Oh,” you giggled out of embarrassment. Leaving any important item at a friend’s place seemed to be a trend with you. One that would wind up being rather detrimental in the future. But old habits are hard to rid yourself of. “Did I really?” Placing your newfound treasures in your pockets in favor of your long lost axe, Techno is also very careful when passing the axe to you.”

    “You really need to stop leaving stuff at my house,” Techno chided you. Another fruitless attempt to get you to stop your reckless behavior. 

    “I won’t leave anything at your house again, promise!” You lied, giving him another empty promise.