Chapter Two: The Illusions
Trigger Warning: Depiction of blood and gore
Day Two at the afternoon, Scar went up to the button again. No reward. He rerolled again, same task. He succeeded again, no reward. The lone surivior paced from side to side, scratching his head before he looked for some livestock for food. Thinking he should try again later.
That same evening, he pressed it again. Nothing. Just whispers emulating from the ominous statue. Scar's scarlet eyes stared at the statue. As if he was searching for something or perhaps, he was searching for someone. A being that may be invisible to the naked eye, a symbol or a sign that there was someone else here to give him answers... But nothing. Just the moss covered statue that looms over the spawn area.
At sunset, Scar just sat down at the button. His eyes stared at the ground. His eyes felt heavy, as if little beings pulled down his eyelids to help him drift. He struggles to keep them close, thinking that maybe someone will come to get him. To give him a passage to escape. To give him a chance to apologize. To hear the voice of the ones who he was of. Then maybe, he can finally have his peace and freedom. As his vision begin to darken, a familiar voice was heard.
"Come on Scar!" He looked up to see where the voice was coming from. There, before his eyes was the familiar faces of pearl, Jimmy, mumbo, and Impluse. He looked down at his hands and clothes. No sword, no blood. Just the fringes of his old green poncho for Trader Scar's. Along with the natural ground work of the familiar mound home of Pearl. He was back. His friends were back from the dead, as if his prayers were answered.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Scar?" Jimmy asked. "Come on in and get under a bed!" Pearl and Impluse made a small chuckle.
"Jimmy, you've took the last trap door!" Pearl exclaimed.
"Naaah, we can give him some." Impluse said as he searched for a trap door. He threw it to Scar's feet. "Here Scar, take this and find a spot. It's a slumber party!" Everyone cheered and laugh in agreement.
"Haha ha, it's a very weird and awkward slumber party." Mumbo said. Scar took the trap door with a smile. He felt warm and happy. This was just like before. Where everyone was still on their first life. He happily accepted the trap doors and found his little spot amongst the group. They all laughed and giggled at the ridiculous sight of what has happened in the little mound. The yellow canary avian, Jimmy Solidity turned to the Lunar Moth, Pearl.
"I just have to say, Pearl." He said with a side glance, "I am very sorry that I have started all this. I was not expecting people to join in as well." Everyone just laughed and chuckled as Pearl just shrugs it off by saying-
"Aw, naah. It's all good." She said as one of her antenna twitched a little from touching the tip of the trap door. "I'm wondering if it's gonna happen again." And soon enough, more people came. The trio from the heart foundation came along to visit the little home. The room soon felt brighter and brighter as it continued to fill to the brim of people. Gem, Cleo, Etho, Scott, Joel, Lizzie, Bdubs, even Martyn came along for his big dog.
"Well Jimmy, it looks like we are big enough for the doggy door after all. Woof Woof!" Martyn said as him and Jimmy barked and chuckled.
"Hey, we big digs can anything, right?" He said, "Woof Woof!" Soon both of them barked as the side hug each other.
"Oh great, now I have more dogs to take care of." Pearl said as she grinned and rolled her eyes. She then looked around her home that is now invaded by trap doors and people. "Is everyone here?"
"I think Grian is out and about somewhere," Cleo said. Impluse immediately took out the chatting device that they use to either privately message each other or for the whole server to see. The hologram panel appears as he starts typing and sending the message to him.
"Okay, he said he'll be here any moment." Impluse said as everyone chats away while waiting for him. They chat about their days and what they want to do next. Impluse is very persistent on making a song for the band that he, Scott, and Gem made; "Gem and the Scotts." However, everyone had different names for them. Mumbo, Joel, Pearl, and Bdubs just started rapid-fire questions at each other as part of their bonding session. The Heart Foundation trio begin discussing who they should choose next and how everyone would get a better chance at receiving hearts. The big dogs just bark and chat away about their day, and the cozy roomies of Cleo and Etho discuss what else they should add to their base.
Scar's eyes softens with comfort as he enjoys the warm sight of being with his friends. The friendly picture of community and union with everyone. He then turned to Lizzie. The first person he had wronged from his opposite day task. He knows that there may not be a chance for her to forgive him, but he doesn't want to lose another friend.
"So hey, uh, Lizzie?" Lizzie turned to Scar with a confused face.
"Yes? What is it?" She asked. Scar scratched his neck a little as he tried to find the proper words to say.
"So - I know that you can't forgive me," he said, "you know? With the cows and the murder and everything. I just couldn't avoid it. It was a task. And now that everything is over, I feel like you should be the first I should make amends with." He was expecting her to say something, or even a 'Aww! That's so sweet, Sacr!' But instead, Lizzie just tilted her head as if she was confused.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" She asked. Scar looked at lizzie with slight shock on his face. Maybe she couldn't hear him over the loud chattering. Or perhaps she had forgotten about it. Scar figured he should apologize again just in case, but just as he was about to- everyone heard a knock on the door.
Scar looked up, and there in the little opening of the pink cherry blossom door frame, was a small image of a little brown tuff of a hair. The small light brown color that Scar has associated with. A little acknowledgment of the fact that his parrot avian friend. The one person who was always by his side. The one who helped him when he didn't have much help, and the one who van put up with his crazy antics. Excited to see him again, Scar stood up from his little spot and hurried to the door, letting everyone know that he wanted to say hi to his friend first. Then, as soon as he opened the door- nothing. Instead of the short winged friend he knew, he saw something else. He saw the statue of the secret keeper. Looming over the area that Scar stood.
Confused, he turned over to his friends, only to find them laying on the ground. The crimson blood sprayed all over the ground where they laid. Creating a small, thick pool of their blood as they were scattered amongst themselves. In the middle was Grian, laying on his side, lifeless with slashes on his back and what seemed to be on his chest. A little far away was Scott, with a whole in his chest and a slash on his neck. Next to them was Joel and Bdubs, with arrows sticking out of them and multiple of swords slashes seep a small stream of blood. Skizz's body was on display with a spiked impaled into his chest, looking lifelessly at Big B, whose body was drowning in blood coming from his mouth. As if to silence him as he dies. Martyn laid down, looking at the sky with an arrow to his forehead. Jimmy, Mumbo, and Lizzie laid lifelessly on the floor just a little away from everyone else.
Scar pulled his eyes away from them and looked down at his hands. His eyes widened in shock as he made the imagery of his blood-stained hands. He pulled on the sunflower outfit and gasped in panic as he realized his clothes were back to the black color poncho decorated in the thorn red roses and poppies. He grabbed onto his hair in terror. This shouldn't be happening. He didn't do this. Just then, he heard a small faint voice.
"S-scar..." He slowly turned around and froze in terror at the sight that was presented before his eyes. Another band of bodies laid before him. Tango was displayed with his face down. His joints seemed to be distorted from the fall at Budubs house. Etho was facing up many arrows sticking from his body and a big gash of blood spilled from the slash from his chest. Cleo was presenting facing down facing etho, with her dull eyes looking at him as if to reach for him. But she was in a pool of crimson liquid spurring from her stomach. Impluse was sitting at a wall with many arrows in him, all with a red poppy as the feather tip. Gem was near him, with arrows, wolf marks and a slash at her neck. But in the middle of them, far in the back was the red lunar moth. PearlescentMoon.
In a frantic hurry, Scar rushed over to Pearl and cradled her into his arms. He pulled her cloak back to reveal her weak face, almost turning pale. She was breathing heavily, looking as if her lungs were about to collapse. He wanted to yell, scream, or even cry, but nothing was able to make a noise. He felt tears trying to form, yet his eyes were dry as sand. He didn't want to be alone again, he didn't want people to go just yet. As Scar for hitched breaths, he felt the small palm of Pearl's hand on his cheek. He looked at her and saw her eyes were turning dull, slowly becoming lifeless. Yet, she was able to make a small smile. As if to try and comfort him. Scar held her hand as he watched his last friend give way to life, and enter the realm of death. With a smile, she closed her eyes, her breathing stops, and her hand became limp. Scar's heart dropped, feeling the sense of guilt and fear. He made an attempt to scream, and finally- the words came out.
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" And as he opens his eyes again, he was back. His friends were gone, the blood on his hand were washed away, but the sword, his outfit, and the setting- were still the same. He looked up at the night sky. Wondering if he'll ever leave, maybe he won't ever leave. But for a second, he thought he saw something above the keeper. A group of eyes starring at him. But that can't be it, there was no one else here. He thinks back to the nightmare he had, wondering if someone was watching. Wondering if there was something else they could do, but in the same time, he can't help but feel the strain on his heart as he keeps thinking to himself:
I did that. I've made that happened. I've killed them. And I don't think anyone could forgive that.
He placed a hand on his eyes, and softly cried. And in the distance, there was a small little sprout, forming inside the ground.
