Some angst, be prepared! Includes: Gore. Insanity, etc.
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Scar sat on the floor of his stone base, his pupils small and blood surrounding him, a wicked smile creeping across his scarlet covered face. Gloved hands gripped his hair, he had just murdered Ren, and he looked up at his bulletin board, Iskall, X, Joe, and a few other hermits remained, but there was one he was specifically aiming at. Iskall85... he picked up a screwdriver, and exited his base shakily and slowly, keeping his head down. Finally, he reached the Swedes base. Scar quietly opened the door, stepping carefully as not to alert the brunette of his presence. Then once he was within arms reach, he jabbed the screwdriver into Iskalls back. "Hey buddy.", Scar said blankly. "Sc-scar.. wha.. what are you do-doing..?" "Driving a screwdriver into your stomach, the usual." "Wha- wh.. why...?" "Because I've lost my mind almost a year and a half ago, hooray.", and with that, Iskall collapsed onto the floor. Scar turned him onto his back. Carefully, he began carving a clover into Iskalls forehead, blood seeping into his clothes, onto the hard ground, everywhere- "Scar!", A voice called, immediately, he recognized the poets voice. "Joe.", He called back,dully. "What are you doing?!" "Murdering Iskall." Sooner than Scar expected, he was tackled to the ground by X. Then, darkness. Scar awoke slowly in a bedrock cage ,located in the void. There, he would spend the rest of eternity, his organs being a forever meal to tiny purple endermites as he took the slow and painful punishment of rotting alone in the void.