MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

Exiled

I needed to write something about Cub's exile.

I think it just made me sadder.

GoodTimeWithScar whispered to you: Cub we need to talk

GoodTimeWithScar whispered to you: at comfort room

You whispered to GoodTimeWithScar: coming

I look over from building my house in exile. It's the day after I arrived here. Honestly, I expected this message sooner. I knew Scar would be upset by my decision. I knew he'd want to confront me about it. But it's still hard to stomach. With a deep breath, I tidy up my blocks and take to the air towards spawn. The sound of Scar's calming recordings reaches me as I land outside. He's here, alright. I slow down, trying to keep my emotions in line as I enter the building, all the way through to the comfort room. I pause just inside. Scar's there, sat hunched on the couch, staring off into the distance, listening to his own comfort tapes. My heart sinks and twists with guilt. I knock on the wall.

'Hey,' I say. He pauses the recording, turning to face me. It's clear he's been crying. He probably hasn't slept either.

'Why did you do this, Cub?' Scar whispers. 'Why?'

'You know why,' I reply. I try to keep looking at him, but his expression is too upset, too betrayed. I glance at the ground. 'You felt their influence growing too. I couldn't put the server in danger.'

'We can control them, though.' Scar slips from the couch, stepping closer. 'There's the Safe Room below the Permit Office.'

'We chased Joe across the server for 5 hours in mindless bloodlust.'

Scar doesn't reply. He's on the verge of crying again.

'No one was hurt.'

'That's not an excuse.'

Scar's silent again. Another small step closer.

'What if I need you?'

'You can come to exile...?' It's a terrible answer. We know it's a terrible answer. We know it'll do nothing when Scar wakes up mid-panic attack after a nightmare about Secret Life. The nightmares that have only grown more frequent with this exile threat. 'Look, man, I'm sorry. But imagine what would happen if they took control while we were hunting No Poe. Or- or made us hurt Skizz and Grian to ensure their loyalty or some shit. It's almost happened already. I couldn't risk it. I had to leave, and do it before they tried to stop me.' I fall silent, just before I start crying. Part of me screams for doing this. Part of me hates myself for leaving.

'Oh Cub...' Scar steps even closer, close enough to run a hand through my hair. I place mine on his cheek, wiping away his tears.

'I'm sorry.'

'Surely there were other options...'

'It would've taken too long to find them. The Vex were out for blood. I can hide out here and cause harmless chaos. You can stay with Grian and Skizz and stop Beef and Joe.'

'I want to be with you, Cub.'

'I'm sorry, man.'

'It's not the same with Skizz or Grian. They're great, but Skizz doesn't know what I've gone through and Grian's gonna blame me and laugh at me for messing up like he always does,' Scar's about to cry. His expression haunts me. I can't find a reply. I can't make this better. I desperately try not to start sobbing.

'I knew I shouldn't have taken the roll of Permit Manager,' I mutter, vision blurring with my own tears. 'I knew they were always going to get involved.'