"Scott is hated by the watchers" is a very common sentiment I've see shared around mcytblr, and while I agree, I think there's more to it... Scott is a Watcher, or rather, he was a Watcher.
I was talking to @holymolyguacomole and @theseusmc on the FH fan server and we created this headcanon, so let's talk about it!
Like Grian, Scott is a Watcher (or ex-Watcher) functioning as a Player, but their circumstances are very different.
The Watchers are higher beings that send the lifers/Players through death games, feeding off of their terror, fear, bloodlust, and sorrow. They don't care who gets hurt, as long as They have Their entertainment and are properly satiated. Scott disagrees with this method, believing that hosting games is supposed to be fun and not traumatize the Players. While he may not have acted on his own beliefs and morals at first (it is difficult to speak out against what you were raised with), Scott could only put up with Their unethical and immoral methods for so long.
I think that The Watchers are so intimidating and godlike partly because of Their cult-like, hive-mind type thinking (though I don't think they're literally a hivemind) and partly because there is power in community. Scott is powerful on his own (plus his Players are willing participants and he's not afraid to accept outside help, which adds to what he's able to do), but he's not as powerful as all The Watchers combined.
This means They can still force him to play the death games like They can the other Players, but he has the ability to push back some. He could comply fully, but why would he? Why would he listen to Them when They threw him out? Abandoned him? Left him to fade into nothingness? Why would Scott play by Their rules when he could afford not to?
Scott wouldn't succumb to what They want from him that easily! He will play the game, meaning he will kill and do what is necessary, but he'll play how he wants to play. Scott is many things (loyal, kind, social, etc), but he is most notably wanting things to be fair. The Watchers don't like that, but there isn't much They can do, though They do sometimes succeed with tampering with his emotions and/or instincts and etc.
Scott has issues with The Watchers, as anyone in his situation would, and it was painful to leave Them at first, but he genuinely (and for good reason) believes he's better off without Them, and he is. He is his own person now, away from the Watchers. He's a being like the Watchers, but not quite the same. He's living as a Player, world hopping and surrounded by friends while happily feeding off of Players' competitive spirits, joy, and fun (and maybe their playful annoyance) from participating in MCC and his escape rooms.
Anyway, that's all I have for now, thank you for listening to my ramblings >:D
Update: I wrote a oneshot based on this concept!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Okay so hi I forgot to dump my winner! Scott/watcher! Scott stuff so let me do that!!
A lot of this isn't really fleshed out but I may do that later on if I think of more ideas and such
- I think Scott was always the least favorite, no clue why, the watchers just never likes his ass. Maybe it was the blue hair and pronouns (/j /silly) but after double life, they REALLY hated him. Like he was supposed to get the honor of winning alongside the soulmate that the watchers so graciously bestowed. He was supposed to be close with his soulmate, they were supposed to work through everything together and in the end they weren't what the watchers were thinking and out of SPITE Scott blew himself up. He didn't want another win, which the watchers would have seen as an honor, and he wanted the chance to end it himself instead of letting pearl kill him in a fight.
- Also double life is definitely a Scott lose because he chose to make it a lose so I think that he (at least in either winner! Or maybe even watcher! form) has scars from the explosion and moon details to his design as a reminder of his soulmate and what he did. He never gets to forget.
- Specifically watchers related: I think he's a new watcher. Like brand new. He wasn't supposed to win again and wasn't supposed to be able to just hop into the void after his win. I think that jumping into the void is what turned him into a watcher. The implications of what the void could possibly do to him and the fact it would piss off the watchers even more. Maybe he always had the potential but the watchers never wanted him as one of them and bam, he just inadvertently does it on his own.
- Unrelated but I'm spreading my propaganda: I love like the bunny and unicorn headcanons, unicorn is one of my favs but I also would like to see more dog boy art. He's loyal, he thinks of it all like a game and in the end he would lay down his life for an ally. Dogboy truther here (I'm totally not biased /silly)
My list of Watchers and Listeners cause why not. I don’t really have reasons for why I made them something, I just wanted to. I also don’t know much about Listeners but I think they seem cool (I’ll watch Martyn’s lore streams eventually).
Watchers
Grian, Scott, Pearl, Lizzie
Listeners
Martyn, Impulse, BigB
I’ll expand more on this later after I do more research ok byee
I like the hc that how the players come to participate in the games is a mix of Watcher magic and their own free will. Ultimately it is for the benefits of the Watchers, they want a spectacle, but they can’t directly force people to do things unless they have a link to them, like they do to the victors. So, what the Watchers do is numb the pain, dull the memories, of the past seasons, leaving just enough that the player remembers the fun parts of it all, and because of this they’re willing to accept the invite when the next season comes along.
The victors get no such treatment. They remember every painful, lonely, heart-wrenching moment down to the detail. It’s almost as if the Watchers made sure that their memories are crystal clear, and never so easily forgotten. And yet they play again, in hopes of saving the others from the same fate. And yet they play again, the allure of that tiny arena calling to them in a way they don’t fully understand. And yet they play again, because they have no other choice
Sorry if this is a bit all over the place btw, battling brain fog lmao
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OH MY GOSH YEAH,,,
I love the hc that the Watchers have a connection to the victor... but I have this one too
In Last Life, Scott dies to a lightning strike. I hc that Grian killed him in order to make sure that the Watchers didn't get to him. However, in Double Life, things weren't so simple. Since Pearl and Scott were connected, there was no time for Grian to act before she died. So the Watchers were able to grab her because she was the last player (her death didn't happen just as Scott's did- it happened the smallest millisecond later. But that was enough for her to be established as the Winner)
Anyway,,, I have a lot of thoughts on the life series and watcher lore
one of them - Ex-Watcher Scott &. Watcher Grian Fanfic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Gen
Relationship: Gen
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Status: Completed Oneshot
Word Count: 1,342
Summary: Grian discovers that Scott is an Ex-Watcher. Scott tries to convince Grian to join him and leave the Watchers.
Based on this headcanon post I made:
"Scott is hated by the watchers" is a very common sentiment I've see shared around mcytblr, and while I agree, I think there's more to it...
Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D
“You’re one of Them,” Grian stated flatly, dark eyes narrowed into slits as he kept his attention on Scott.
His muscles tensed as he stopped what he was doing, though he wasn’t necessarily surprised at Grian’s comment. Scott had been wondering how long it would be until they had this conversation, until Grian realized that Scott was– used to be one of Them.
Scott straightened up, but not before letting an annoyed sound somewhere between a grunt and a huff of air rise in his throat. He couldn’t sense another Player or The Watchers’ presence anywhere near here, ignoring Grian, so he allowed himself to speak freely. Scott assumed Grian did that on purpose. “Yeah, well, so are you. And I’m not one of Them. Not anymore.”
Grian hummed lowly in response, fluffing out his wings. They stared at each other in strained silence for far too long before Grian broke it. “You could always come back, you know. I’m sure They would want you again. You’ve proven yourself extremely capable.”
“Oh yeah?” Scott scoffed, crossing his arms. “And why would I do that? They don’t care about me. Void, they put me through horrors whenever they can manage. I don’t have enough power to fight them against putting me in The Games now that I’m a Player, but they would do much worse to me if they could, if I didn’t want to at least try to help our friends here. Besides, I left for a reason, Grian. Many reasons. If you were smart, you would leave too.”
Grian tightened his fists’ grip, nails digging into his palm. “You know it isn’t that simple.”
“How isn’t it that simple?” Scott’s wings bristled, irritated. “I was brought into this world as a Watcher, yet I found the strength to leave, to become a Player of my own right.”
Scott’s wings were once more tangible, made of feathers and glowing purple eyes like all Watchers of his kind, but they weren’t like that anymore. They were made of stars, only becoming more populated and strong as he evolved further into a different being. Scott wasn’t sure what he was anymore, but he wasn’t like any human or hybrid he knew, and he certainly wasn’t a Watcher. Pointed ears, cyan blue hair, stars all over his skin… a far cry from the glowing purple eyes and eye masks of his old kin.
“That isn’t supposed to be possible,” Grian whispered, sounding smaller than he usually allowed himself to be.
“There is always time for change.” Scott didn’t want to soften with pity, but he did. He’s been in Grian’s place before. He remembered what it was like to be terrified of what would happen if he were to leave. He was petrified imagining what would happen if he were to betray everything he was taught, that he knew. Scott was aware it wasn’t an easy ask, but he had to try. He would have wanted someone to try for him. “You could leave too. I… I tried to persuade you away all those years ago, but you foolishly accepted when We– They brought you into Their ranks.”
“They offered me a way out!” Grian snapped, going on the defensive. “Them accepting me was a mercy. You would have done the same if you were in my position.”
“They are bloodthirsty sadists who get off on Players’ sorrow, terror, and violence.” Scott was getting heated now. “They conduct The Games, put all of us through genuine torture, just for their entertainment! They don’t know the word ‘mercy’, Grian. They always have an alternative motive for the good They seemingly do, but you can escape. It doesn’t have to be this way for you forever.”
“Yes it does,” Grian insisted, rigidly slamming down his hand to punctuate his words. “I’m indebted to them. They are- They are good to me.”
“So you had to punch Scar to death in a cactus ring?” Scott raised a brow, tone harsh as he attempted to find an old wound. “Riddle your knuckles with sores? Have Scar’s blood on your hands? Is all that something you consider good for you?”
He must have found it for grief and anguish flashed on Grian’s face, yet he murmured, “That’s the price of staying a Player.”
“You have been brainwashed by Their philosophy, Grian.” Scott allowed the star wings to fade away again, finding it more comfortable than having them out. He felt more like a Player without them, even if many winged hybrid Players existed. “They don't care who gets hurt, as long as They have Their entertainment and are properly satiated. They’re gluttons for punishing others. They use you because you’re helpful, a tool to use, but you’re still an outsider. Trust me, I would know. They once talked freely around me.”
Grian didn’t answer as he mulled over Scott’s words, keening uncomfortably. Scott waited only a moment before continuing, taking the conversation in a slightly different direction, “Since you have been one of Them for a while now, I don’t know if you will still need to feed like me if you leave, but there are other emotions you can feed on. Ones not so terrible to inflict.”
He pulled at the end of his red sweater, focusing on his fingers and the way they interacted with the fabric. Grian chewed on his bottom lip, avoiding eye contact. “I… I don’t feed on The Games. They have me go in as a Player to make things run smoothly. They feed on some of my pain as well, but that’s fine. It makes it hurt less.”
Scott’s face contorted with confusion. “How do you feed, then? Don’t you- oh.”
Recognition struck Scott as he recalled all the silly minigames and playful resistances Grian would put on, start, or help conduct on Hermitcraft, the server he called home. Demise, Tag, The Mycelium Resistance, Hermit Challenges, need he go on? That is how Grian would feed! Outside of The Games and doing The Watchers’ will, Grian fed similarly to Scott, with the emotions a Player experiences while playing a game they consented to engage in. It was like Scott inviting people to participate in MCC, or his escape rooms, or build-and-seek, or–
Scott fed ethically, unlike The Watchers, who got their emotions immorally and through torture. Scott fed on what the Player’s freely gave. Scott fed on the Player’s joy, competitive spirit, fun, and playful annoyance. Grian did the same! There was hope for him, after all.
“You’re not as reliant on The Watchers as I initially thought,” Scott breathed out, feeling more optimistic in Grian’s chances of escaping then he did previously. “I can help you, Grian. I can help you escape Them, but only if you let me.”
Grian flattened his wings against his back, standing on guard. “Do you promise?”
“You have my word,” Scott promised, holding out his hand to seal the deal.
Grian eyed his hand, hesitant. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
Scott shrugged, unbothered. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
And he didn’t expect anything else, knowing Grian well enough at this point. Honestly, the fact that Grian was even considering taking Scott up on his offer was a huge deal. He had been trying to sway Grian to the side of reason for quite awhile now, though a lot more subtly as to not expose himself.
Luckily for Scott, Grian only waited a half second longer before taking Scott’s outstretched hand in his. The handshake was firm, only lasting for a quick one-two before it broke.
Grian stretched out his macaw branded wings, preparing for flight. “Meet me back here tomorrow. We’ll talk more then.”
“I’ll be here,” Scott agreed to Grian’s terms before watching him fly away. Getting Grian untangled from The Watchers would take some work, but Scott was confident. If Scott could manage to leave Them, become a Player, and evolve into his own sort of being separate from The Watchers, then Grian could too. It was all a matter of time.
