I Mean

I mean

Who doesn't want scitties

I do want scitties

So I will vote Scar

ROUND 7:

GOODTIMESWITHSCAR (1) nominated from Hermitcraft, Last Life, Create Mod Server, Third Life, Double Life, Among Us, The Crafting Dead, MCC

vs

JOE HILLS (3) nominated from Hermitcraft, Beetlejhost, Joemez Addams, UHC

Grian thought that Scar would be mad at him. You know beacuse he killed him. But no. He was just... nervous.

The next few days Scar kept asking Grian if he's sure that when they lose their final life they go back to Hermitcraft. And Grian kept reassuring him that they will.

And Grian knew that there was something more than Scar beeing scared of dying. Beacuse Scar wasn't scared of dynig. He was scared that when he does he won't come back.

And Grian wanted to talk to him about it. It was clearly something more than Scar beeing Scar. But he didn't want to press on him. He will tell him when he's ready.

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Scar held his breath until the growls disappeared in the distance. He lifted the lid of the garbage container gasping for fresh air of the poorly lit alleyway. "Great I'm gonna stink now" he said to himself.

He picked up his backpack from behind the container where it fell. At least it didn't stink. He took out his torch and headed down the alley. Luckily zombies had bad eyesight. The torch was dying anyway so there was only a small chance they'll notice him. Find a shower and some batteries - he added to his list.

The alley seemed to streach on forever. Scars backpack started to feel a little heavy and he decided to rest for a while. He opened a random door to a small flat. He threw himself and his backpack on the couch. He closed his eyes and tried to empty his head.

Then in the silence he heard a noise. A noise he never heard before. It was coming from a room at the end of the hallway. Intrigued he peeked through the ajar door. It was a dark, messy bedroom with a lot of bookshelves. He went in and the noise came again. He looked around and noticed a small shape on the bed. "A cat" Scar stated suprised.

"Hi little one" he said "What are you doing here alone?". The kitten looked at him with its green eyes. Scar felt like it was asking the same question. "Well I'm here to enjoy one of a few moments not running away from zombies" he responded and his stomach growled.

He opened his backpack and took out a tuna sandwich. The kitten meowed at him. Scar never thought that a meow could be so human-like. "You're hungry too?" he gave Jellie - that's what he started calling her in his head - some tuna.

"So uhm. I haven't introduced myself propetly. I'm Scar. That isn't my real name I don't actually remember my name so I gave myself a new one. And you?" he asked and she meowed back

"You also don't remember your name? How about Jellie? I already started calling you that in my head. It fits you" Jellie responded with a meow of agreement

"You like it? Okay Jellie it is" smiled Scar. It was a long time since he smiled. And now he had a friend.

Not really angst but very fun and cute.

Before Scar met Jellie he could only talk to himself so he's very happy to have her by his side

And hey, why don't you vote for him?

He will be very happy to have you by his side too

He took out his gun and shot the mirror. He was wasting his ammo he new that. But he didn't care. Not now. He shot another two mirrors. The sound of cracking glass didn't satisfy him. He pointed his gun at a framed photo of a happy family. "Actors" he thought with hatred. He fired. Right in the middle of this fake smiling face. He shot it again and again. He hit the faces every single time even tough his vision was blurred with tears.

He screamed. This isn't working! Why isn't this working? He grabbed his bat and smashed another mirror. The foggy memory of a warm smiling face cracked into a milion pieces. But it still was there. He broke more mirrors. He crushed them with his bat, he kicked them and punched them until his hands where bleeding from cuts. He stomped on them and threw them at the walls. But it didn't work. It didn't help.

"Time fot plan B" he said quietly wiping his face of tears. He started humming a melody while pouring the gasoline on the floor. He kept humming it when he took out his lighter and set a wooden table leg on fire. He kept humming it when he calmly walked out of the burning room. He still had some time until fire reaches the gasoline.

So he walked to the building on the other side of the street humming this melody that he never heard before. He quickly ran to the roof. Jellie was waiting.

She meowed at him asking "Do you feel better now Scar? You made so much noise!"

"Yeah" he said. He did feel a little better. The warm memory started getting warmer and warmer. "But now look" he pointed at the burning building. He timed this perfectly.

Fire exploded the windows and he started humming the melody again. And the memory got so hot he couldn't look straight at it anymore. And then it slowly burned to crisp and turned black and when he tried to touch it, it dissolved into ash and there was nothing left of it exept darkness.

Teenage Scar dealing with his anger issues

The answer is always property damage and arson

Or scarson in this case

I will

I will

Joe who? Joe Whills?

MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE

VOTE FOR THE GOODTIMES