!¡ᔑ∴リ, ᔑ !¡╎ᒷᓵᒷ 𝙹⎓ ᔑ ⊣ᔑᒲᒷ, ᔑ !¡ꖎᔑ||╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹ꖌᒷリ, ᔑ ⊣ᔑᒲʖꖎ╎リ⊣ ╎ℸ ̣ ᒷᒲ, !¡𝙹∴ᒷ∷ꖎᒷᓭᓭ ╎リ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷᔑ 𝙹⎓ !¡𝙹∴ᒷ∷. ∴ᒷ ᓭ⍑𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ↸╎ᓭ!¡𝙹ᓭᒷ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ ∴⍑ᒷリ リᒷᒷ↸ᒷ↸. ∴ᒷ ⍑𝙹ꖎ↸ ᔑꖎꖎ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ !¡𝙹∴ᒷ∷. ∴ᒷ ᔑ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓵᔑᒲ ᔑᓵᓵ𝙹⚍リℸ ̣ ᓭ.

Takes place in season seven
TW: Details of Gore, Murder,

Ren woke up, he felt weird. He opened up his eyes and was met with darkness. A deep, never ending, darkness. Out of instinct, he flinched. "Ren, you good man?" Grian called out to the other hermit. "Grian? Oh uh I guess." Ren said questioningly. Where was he? Impulse came over and started looking him over. "Uh, Impulse?" Ren asked skeptically. "Oh sorry Ren, just trying to find your scar!" Impulse explained to him. Ren must have looked like Impulse had three heads because Scar giggled from somewhere in this room..? "Do you remember how you were killed?" Scar asked from the other side of the room. Ren thought back to earlier that morning.

(Are the details correct? No.)

[Flashback]
Scar knocked on Ren's door. Well the door of Jabba's Palace. Ren opened the door and greeted Scar warmly. "Come on in my man!" He said gesturing for Scar to come inside. As the 'hermit' came inside his gaze drifted from the door to the iron hoe The_Grifter had given him. 'Only use it when you need to get...the job done' BadTimes had nodded and left it at that. 'Scar's' gaze shifted again to the sword mounted on the wall. 'Easy access, easy defense' BadTimes thoughts came in quickly, like computer code. Deciding to lead the hermit away from the defense, 'Scar' asked Ren if he had a garden of anything outside. "Yeah man!" Ren said happily leading 'Scar' outside. The garden was amazing to say the least, rows of cornflowers and lily of the valleys ran through followed by sunflowers and a small table set up with flower crowns stacked as high as the eye could see. BadTimes pulled out the hoe and got to work. BadTimes whipped around and pulled out the hoe followed by splash potions of harming. Ren looked confused before taking out his sword. BadTimes lept, digging the hoe into Ren's abdomen causing the hybrid to scream. BadTimes threw the splash potion on Ren's wound, infecting it. Ren clutched his abdomen tightly as the potion took effect. BadTimes splashed another potion onto Ren's wound. Potion of decay. Ren screamed in agony as he watched his skin dissolve and crack into clouds of steam and ash. Ren's mind raced. Pain. He couldn't process anything through the increasing pain. BadTimes walked over and grabbed Ren's cheek. "Thank you Ren, you are helping us all." 'Scar' said before ripping Ren's eye out. Deciding to end his pain BadTimes threw his final potion of harming, the glass shattering on impact. BadTimes ate the eye while duplicating.
"∴ᒷꖎᓵ𝙹ᒲᒷ ∷ᒷリℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷʖ𝙹ʖ, ||𝙹⚍ ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ ⋮𝙹╎リᒷ↸ 𝙹⚍∷ ᓵᔑ⚍ᓭᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ʖ∷╎リ⊣ 𝙹⚍∷ ʖ∷ᒷℸ ̣ ⍑∷ᒷリ ʖᔑᓵꖌ."
BadTimes said as he stood up and brushed the blood and dirt of his clothes. Renthebob stood up and looked at BadTimes like a lost puppy, in need of instructions. "We meet up with The_Grifter at 2pm." BadTimes said before taking Renthebob over to the flower crown table and they started making crowns.