MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

History doesn't repeat itself (4)

Season 9

It's not long after the previously meeting when we gather again. This time, on the nether roof. I stand next to Scar. He doesn't speak.

'My faithful court! I welcome you thusly to the King's Labyrinth!' Ren declares. 'Or... well... what soon shalt be the King's Labyrinth. A series of impossible chambers, each created by one of you, to stop the foul resistance from opposing their wonderful king!' I note his greyer skin, reminded far too much of Demise. 'Where we shall thusly pretend I will be doth removed from my position if they succeed, but there shalt be no solution to this most devious of mazes and once inside, those foul squabs will be thusly unable to leave.'

 'We're... trapping them inside an impossible maze?' Scar asks. 'Why would you do that to our friends.'

'Friends?' Ren's tone turns cold.

'What Sir Hotguy meant was...' . 

'You're friends with those foul squabs?' Ren interrupts my attempted correction. 'You dare stand thusly and call these squabs friends?' Ren steps closer. Just a step.

And Scar flinches.

'I'm- I'm sorry...' 

My mind races. Something happened. Scar's hurt. Ren hurt Scar.

'What was that, Sir Hotguy?' Ren's voice is little more than a cold whisper.

'I'm sorry, King Ren,' Scar repeats hastily.

'Good. You are thusly forgiven, Sir Hotguy.' His cheerful demeanour returns. 'And the rest of you, my faithful court, I expect to see you take haste in the creation on your impossible chambers, my dudes. You are thusly dismissed.'

He flies away.

'Scar are you...' 

'Later.' Scar mutters, gaze flicking to Ren still flying away. So he doesn't want to talk in Ren's vicinity. Fear only growing, I follow as he starts flying.

And see the blood on his suit.

My dread turns to horror. It's all I can think about as I fly across the nether after Scar, into Scarland, before landing.

'Scar?'

He turns to me, faking a smile.

'Hey Cub!' He feigns casualness. 'What's up?'

'Scar, is everything alright with you and Ren?'

His act fails. Scar's focus shifts, trying to find the words to lie. It's the last clue I need. I lay a hand on his shoulder.

'What did he do to you?'

He starts crying.

I pull him into the tightest hug I can and don't let go. Scar hugs me back, sobbing.

'I'm here, Scar,' I murmur. 'I'm right here, it'll all be ok. I won't let him hurt you ever again.' There's a bench at the edge of the street. 'Let's just sit down, ok?' Scar nods and I lead him over, still hugging him as much as I can. We sit. I keep an arm around Scar's shoulder as he tries to stop crying and speak.

'He- he he was so mad... he... it was after... after I failed... he was shouting and then- then he...' Scar starts crying again. I hold him closer. Tears run down his face, he's trying to stop crying, but every breath just comes out in sobs.

'He hurt you.' A nod. 'Can I see? And help you handle it? I've got some potions on me.'

Scar mumbles back thanks, barely audible.

'I... I thought he was going to kill me... he just attacked me... when I... when I didn't say the right thing...'

'Shit.'

Beneath Scar's HotGuy suit, the cuts are still bleeding. The world blurs with tears, spinning, and I can see images of Ren hurting Scar. The only noise louder than the heartbeat in my ears are the Vex screeching for revenge.

'That fucking monster's going to pay,' I vow. 'He's going to pay for this.'

'Cub?'

'And I'm not stopping until he has.'

Season 7 

I don't expect the nerves I feel standing outside Scar's office. Bdubs is in his right now too in case this goes badly. But surely it won't. Surely Scar will listen to me. 

I knock.

The door opens.

'Cub.' We haven't spoken since he blamed me for the throne behind taken, as much as I've tried to catch up with him.

'We need to talk.' I note his blue eyes. He's not upset. Which both means he's not upset with me, and that he's far too deep within the Vex's influence for his own good. 'In private.'

'Why?'

'I said in private.' I repeat.

'Fine.' He lets me into the office. Behind, the door clicks shut. I turn and see Scar leant on it, arms crossed.  'What is it?' 

'When did you start listening to the Vex again?'

 Whatever Scar was expecting me to say, it wasn't that. His expression turns cold.

'What? Why would I-'

'You don't get to lie to me, Scar,' I interrupt, harsher than I intended, but I don't regret it. 'Not about this. When did you start listening to them?'

'It's none of your business.'

'Bullshit.'

'They're helping me.'

'No they're not. They just want you to do what they want. As always.' I can't fight my frustration as Scar's expression remains cold and almost confused.

'Just because you've had some bad experiences with them doesn't mean they always suck, Cub.'

'They made you attack Bdubs.'

'What?' Scar's eyes widen with disbelief. 'Of course they didn't!'

'I covered his injuries, Scar. He was bleeding, and scared...'

'You're lying. You're trying to gaslight me into thinking the vex are all meanie!'

'No I'm not, Scar. I wouldn't do that.' 

'You just did!'

'Scar, listen to me!' He's not even trying to trick me. He genuinely doesn't remember. Which means the Vex took over. Without us knowing. 'Just stop listening to the Vex. I'm worried about you. You're my best friend.'

'You're making up stories about me hurting Bdubs! I'd never do that, Cub. You know I wouldn't.'

'Which is why I'm worried. The Vex are making you do stuff, and making you forget about it... they're controlling you, Scar.'

'I'd know if the Vex were controlling me, Cub. I'm not stupid.' Scar steps closer, eyes flashing with growing vex rage. 'I've been dealing with their shit as long as you have. They're helping me be a good mayor.'

'No they're not.'

'I thought you cared about me, and would help me, and even after I tried to get that across, you come and start accusing me of hurting Bdubs and saying I'm stupid and can't accept the Vex's help!' Scar summons a vex dagger, dangerously close to possession.

'Put that away, Scar. You don't want to do this.' I can't fight the panic in my voice, searching for an exit. The only one is behind him.

'I don't.' Scar's grip tightens on the knife, expression twisting to a vex grin. 'But they want me to.' Another step closer. 'And apparently I can't control them enough to make them stop.'

And he attacks.