Last chapterrr...

Scar was dead. 

After all of this, Scar was dead. 

After everything.

All the pain.

The memories.

The imprisonment. 

He was dead. 

Cub didn't speak, looking down at the body of this closest friend. He should be dead too. They should've both died. Together. Their punishment for not knowing what to do. 

'I'm Cub.'

'Scar.'

Their first introduction came to him like an arrow to the chest. They'd both been so scared. Jellie had been there. Also scared. 

'I can't do this. I just can't. And I know that one slip will lose everything for both of us. Cub, I don't want to let you down.'

'Everything will be fine. I promise. You'll get through this.'

'When will it end?'

'I don't know. But it will end.' 

The first time he'd cried. 1 of 3 times.  They'd just been kicked out of the CREEP. What would've happened if they hadn't been? Would they still be on Hermitcraft? Would this entire thing've actually happened? Would Scar be dead?!

'Cub, are you alright?' Grian's voice reached him through the memories. He didn't reply. 

'It's not Scar's fault. I got him into this stuff.'

He'd tried to help. Tried to protect Scar. Here. That was their first time here. In the Vex Cathedral. He'd failed. He should've died. He didn't protect Scar forever. He couldn't protect Scar forever. They both knew it. They both knew their relationship would end in death. 

'Cub?'

'Yeah?'

'What would you do if I did die? As in, for real. No respawn?'

'I... would be sad?'

'Would you ever get over it?'

'Probably not. You're my best friend, Scar.'

'And we've had lots of good moments together. Moments to remember, and still laugh at. I don't want my death to be a sad thing. I want to be remembered for what good stuff I did do, not what stuff I didn't do, or what I missed, or conversations I never got to have...'

It had happened. And he had to remain true to Scar's wishes. He wasn't going to cry. He was going to get over this. Smile through the pain. 

He stood up, for the first time realising he'd been kneeling, head down. Grian looked at him, face shining with tears, and hugged him, sobbing.

'W...why did he have to die?' The younger hermit cried, the sound muffled. Cub held him back comfortingly. 

'Because he knew it was the only way to get rid of Herobrine. He sacrificed himself for everyone.' 

'B...but he had so much to live for...and he never decided where he was going to build his mega base.' 

Both laughed at this. Grian snuffled and stepped away. 

'So... uhh... who's going to be high Evoker now? Because our other one is dead, and I think Scar was one too.' Ember asked. 'I mean, I could always be...'

'That is a terrible idea.' @Yghdhf interrupted.

Cub looked over, took a deep breath, and spoke.

'I officially declare myself High Evoker of the Vexlings.'

'Woah, woah, woah... hold up... WHAT?!'

'I officially declare myself High Evoker of the Vexlings, accepting the Vex-lands as my permanent home and taking up the mask and robes of the High Evokers in the past. He glanced down at Scar's corpse. 'For Scar.'

'You... permanent home?! Cub, what are you talking about?! Hermitcraft is your home! You can't just not come back!'

'I'll come back to sort out Scar's stuff, and to help you recover, but then I'll be staying here. I've put you all in enough danger already.' 

'No! Cub!'

'Fine. Why should I return?'

'Because firstly, you're my friend, secondly, Jevin would probably kill both of us, and thirdly, you"re actually the admin of Hermitcraft.'

'Fine. I'll make someone else admin when we get back.'

'Good luck!' Ember seemed to think this was a good time to end the conversation. 'And don't leave us waiting too long, or I might get bored and take the role myself.'

Cub laughed, creating a portal back to Hermitcraft. With a glance over at Grian, he picked up Scar's body and walked back to share the news. 

A few days passed. 

Cub and Grian had explained everything to the best of their ability upon return, to several questions, and panicked revoking of loyalty towards Herobrine from Etho and Martyn. They were quickly seen through, and the two were trapped in the prison Grian had grown very accustomed to until they'd learnt their lesson. Joe had been freed, the dead buried with short memorial services held for each. Everyone left cried at one point or the other, except Cub, who was making it his moral duty to remain cheerful in memory of Scar.

Now the job was to sort through all the stuff the dead hermits had left behind. Grian and Cub were up their eyes in chests and shulkers of supplies and memoirs, somewhere within the tycoon's starter base. They worked in silence, deciding what was just resources, and what was precious. And it was when they'd reached Scar's ender chest when Grian found it.

'Cub, look at this. 'The last will and testimony of GoodtimeswithScar. You know, just in case I die' bro, why did Scar make himself a will?!'

'Scar's Scar.' Cub reasoned. 'But...what does it say?' 

'Grian', that's me, 'you get to keep Jellie, and my big hat.'- I get Jellie?!' Grian looked over at grey and white cat, watching them from on top of one of the boxes. She meowed again, as she'd been consistently doing since Scar had been declared dead. 

'You get Jellie?! Luck

'Bdubs gets to be mayor, and every single hermit needs to- to say he isn't little...' Grian desperately tried to hold back the tears, knowing that Bdubs was also dead. 'and Cub gets everything else.' He finished quickly, dropping the piece of paper before his tears ruined it. 

'No... I'm not going to cry... Scar's not going to make me cry again... nor Bdubs...' He shook away the sadness. Cub looked over at him with a look of endless sympathy. 

'It's alright. I promise.'

'Really?'

'No. But it will be.'

'When?'

'At some point.'

Silence.

'Cub?'

'Yeah?'

'Do you think Herobrine will return?'

'Maybe. But not for a long time. And I'll certainly help you when he does.'

'Why wouldn't you- oh, yeah...'

'You'd forgotten, hadn't you?' Grian nodded. 'Well, I'll still be here for a few days.'

'You're procrastinating on going aren't you?'

'Yes.' 

'I would to.' 

'Should we continue with this mess?' 

'Yes. Why did Scar always have so much stuff?! And why is it so unorganised?!'

'It was organised to him, I think. But let's keep going. And try to forget everything.'

Last chapter! And... a bad ending!

Yay...