Boatem hole
100% PLATONIC scarian
Scar peered down the long hole that sat in the middle of the village.
His heart pounded with worry and fear. He would never admit it but the hole scared him out of his wits. He tentatively stepped back gulping before flying off.
This was a fear he wanted to conquer, something he didn't want to hold him back. Grian holding so many meetings in or near the hole didn't help anything. He wished he could be like Mumbo, laughing when he fell and died, or Grian who could just expertly fly out of the hole.
He wished that he didn't die as much as he did. He wished that one of the reasons he was so well known wasn't because of his high death count. He wished that the hole he tried to confront didn't bring his constricting fear everytime it was near, which was all the time.
So the next day he went back and sat at the edge trying to get used to being near the hole. But he scrambled away when he saw a rock tumble down the hole and into the void below.
He tried the next day doing the same as before one again scrambling at the slightest of sound.
This time the third day he felt confident that he could sit without fear.
But once again he was wrong, that day a creeper got a little too close so he flew off in a wild panic.
On the fourth day of trying to conquer his fears he felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped. He whirled around to see Grian looking at him confused.
"Hey G, whatcha doing?" He laughs nervous.
Grian raised an eyebrow. "Headed home for lunch the question is what are you doing?"
"Just admiring the view." Scar says nodding.
"Of the void?"
"Yeah, isn't it lovely?" Scar says unconvincingly.
Grian laughs sitting down. "You're scared aren't you,"
Scar stares at his lap. "Is it that obvious?"
"Uh no, I was just guessing. But it's ok to be afraid. It's brave of you to confront it," Grian says encouragingly.
Scar looks at Grian before talking."It's just that I always die by doing something silly... there's bets on how i'm going to die next. To have such a big potential for my next death scares me."
"No one wants you to die," Grian says smiling. "But... it kinda happens a lot."
"How do you do it?" Scar asks, twiddling his thumbs.
Grian tilts his head. "Do what?"
He shrugs "Not die a ton,"
Grian laughs. "Oh. Well I kinda just live, there's no secret or anything. I think you're just accident prone."
"So I have bad luck," Scar deadpans.
"It looks like it,"
"Damn,"
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This was actually way shorter than I intended.
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