Chapter Text
forgive me father,
for i have sinned.
and as i kneel here now;
hands red with blood,
i know deep down,
that i'll do it again.
(confessions, k.a.)
a lightning bolt filled the area, an overwhelming crash echoing the surroundings yet he heard not a thing, his heart pounding in his head and his ears and his hands were shaking. yet Scar still looked through the half ravine, eyes darting around, searching for the scarlet girl, despite the increasing sound of the groans of a zombie getting closer to him. he could not stop looking, searching, hunting for Pearl, because what if he lost? he was so close to winning, he has gotten so close before, and he cannot give it up when it was in his reach. basically in his hands.
just as the world begun to spin, the dirt and grass and stone around him smearing into pure colour as Scar was about to continue his search, a voice rung out in his head. a mumbling whisper of a voice.
'shes dead scar'
'you won'
the words were so simple, yet his brain could not wrap itself around them. the battles he fought, the loneliness he faced, all of it over in a blink of an eye. there wasn't even a hint of the jacket Pearl loved left in the area, a hint she had ever existed. Scar blinked slowly, rubbing his arm where a zombie continued to scratch at it. he barely felt the pain, adrenaline from the fights he took and won just to get here.
"oh my god," his voice, a slight rasp to it from shouting, yet still a stark contrast to the silence around him from the lack of anyone around him, seemed to echo. "how did that happen? how'd the guy with no friends win?" the cloak cladded man let out a laugh, eyes widening more and more as he was pushed further by the zombie, pure surprise filling his voice. soon he broke down into more laughter, getting knocked to his knees by the zombie but not even bothering to stand up.
"how did-" the man cut himself off with laughter. "how did the guy with no friends win?"
finally, he pushed the zombie off of him, killing it easily and without a second thought. yet he kept the incredulous expression on his face. as he took his slow ascent out of the hole, and began to trek to the Secret Keeper, Scar continued to laugh. how did this happen?
"im genuinely like in actual shock!" his voice grew louder, filling the empty space more and making the lack of others more apparent. his walk turned into a jog, into full on running, the Secret Keeper's area growing larger in the distance. all that was left was to turn in his task, his win. then the game would be finally over.
Scar panted as he finally arrived, all but running into the succeed button. he had won, the villain had won. the villain won and he was the bad guy and it didn't matter in the end that he had no friends because he had won. yet as he pressed the button, getting lost in his thoughts, the Secret Keeper granted him only five hearts. he paid no mind to it, his eyes darting around as Scar exuded a sense of pride.
yet much to his dismay, another task formed into his hands. Scar was too distracted basking in his glory, eyes skimming the page just to read what he did earlier that day. win secret life. but he could care less that he was stuck, he could care less that he was alone. there is so much more Scar could care about if any of it even mattered, because he knew and hoped that someday, he could do it all again. lose and win and die and survive and kill and live, the cycle never ending yet now it feels like pure bliss to him.
even as his vision faded to black and he saw the strained look from the past winners, their smiles not quite reaching their eyes, he knew he wasn't like them and that he had truly won.