#Skizz and Martyn started on it before Ren even joined them in the mine

[teddy-bear-d]

So you leave Martyn, Skizz, and Ren alone in a life series for like max ten minutes and they relapse into Dogwarts…

[bigb-enthusiast]

3L bigb is so aghhghfhfhh i do remember seeing someone say they wouldn’t recommend his pov to anyone cause it was just mining like yea. Yeah he did do that and yeah he was gone with the “important” session so hush and also consider you can DO stuff with him staying in the MINES. The isolation, the loneliness of the constant dark of being buried underground for your own materials to live that you’ll lose in the end. His interactions also are interesting, martyn Literally calls him a canary then through out the series he is in the mines. Yeah no one talks about it but i do!! His interactions are also so augh owie but augh awwg. Him being frightened by skizz but still telling skizz he’ll protect and shelter him in his home when skizz needs help. And skizz saying hed protect bigb with his life only for skizz to die next session, bigb unable to save him like he promised. Then the session bigb returns skizz is dead so hes also unable to save bigb like HE promised. Also him being forced into dogwarts?? And him being the LAST dogwarts?? HIM DYING BY ARROWS ALL 3 TIMES. HIM TRICKING BDUBS SCAR AND GRIAN INTO SAYING HIS FINAL WORDS BUT ITS REALLY HIM TRYING TO KILL GRIAN BEFORE HES SHOT AND KILLED BY BDUBS. HE KNEW HE WOULDNT WIN BUT HE DIDNT GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT. Then despite him screaming in his final moments he’s then silent. Quiet as ever as others cheer and boo and laugh and chuckle hes silent. Watching, watching the three stand then two stand then the one stand In LL bigb starts off isolated again but gets to talk to others, him and cleo later agreeing to team and then they live together, they gift eachother stuff and care. They team with lizzie then team with ren, bigb cares for cleo more than the other two by far. Even showing hed fight a redlife joel for them if joel tried to hurt them. But then he gets boogey, he doesnt want to hurt his allies he doesnt want them scared so he lies. But then by the end of the session he realizes he has to kill and he killed cleo but apologizing it all hes apologizing for it all and gets their stuff and puts it away and tries to defend himself from jimmy and martyn who are berating him for what he did unknowing of the full story. Later again cleo gets on red and blames and threatens bigb and bigb due to this refuses to sleep and also gets so scared he tries a new identity aka terry he discovers this doesnt work so he gives up that shtick and sees cleo burn fairy fort and he tries to be normal with this stuff, he fails and later its just him and ren after lizzie dies. Lizzie appears and tells bigb he was her downfall and kills him. Him noticing ren didnt even try to help. Bigb later dies again due to a tnt chest and is on red. He is with scar and apologizes and tries to kill ren but suddenly more greens appear and hes killed with an arrow by cleo, he dies and is silent once again watching as martyn and cleo celebrate his death and he ends off that episode there. DL he joins and says how he hopes cleo is his soulmate, he is happy despite what shes and hes done. He also says he hopes jimmys his soulmate. In the mountain he is mining in cleo appears and they try for soulbound and discover its not eachother. Bigb mines more before he decides to look for his soulmate, he asks the frogs to lead him to where they lead him to a cave with joel, scott, etho, and cleo. He tries to see if cleo is his soulmate again and is sad once again tries with scott then tries with ren and discovers it is after miscommunication happens. The two team and build box! Bigb also shows he cares for pearl deeply but is scared of her also with the deaths and all. He slowly becomes more sad seeing ren talk with martyn more and believes ren will abandon him for martyn, thats why he agrees to the secret soulmate thing. He just believes ren would leave him. This also fails as grian leaves him too and ren finds out and kicks him out of box. But bigb dies again and bigb wants revenge but before that he talks with ren but immediately ren goes to martyn as he tries to explain everything When ren returns he explains the revenge

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

hooray for open ask box! how about Martyn, or Etho, or Ren seeing Skizz’s ghost on the altar?

hell yeah i love writing about Skizz, even in death :D

cw blood, dead body

…

Less than a day after Skizz’s abrupt death, Martyn returns to the crastle alone, with a sombre mission. His stomach drops when he sees Skizz’s body hanging upside down over the ramparts, exactly where it fell the moment Skizz died. It’s horrifying to see the blood still dripping down the walls of the crastle, the gaping wound in his chest clearly visible.

An arrow shoots into the ground at his feet just in front of the drawbridge, causing him to stop.

“What business do you have here, Red Army scum?” snarls Bdubs’s voice.

Martyn carefully lays his sword and shield on the ground, before standing back up with his hands raised to show he’s no longer armed. “I come in peace and I come alone.”

A pause follows this.

Martyn looks up and finds Bdubs’s face just visible through a slit window. Another face can be seen through the slit window just to the left but this one is less visible, so Martyn can’t identify who it is. He suspects it might be Impulse.

“What do you want?” Bdubs demands, though his voice is less hostile than before.

“All I want is to retrieve Skizzle’s body so we can bury him.”

Another pause.

This time, a different voice comes from the castle: “His body stays here.”

“Scott-,” Martyn begins.

“No, I’m not budging.” Scott’s voice is full of grief and anger. “He killed my husband and my friend. I want his body displayed exactly where it is. You’re lucky Grian and Bdubs talked me out of slicing his head off and displaying it on a stake.”

Nausea rises in Martyn’s throat at the grisly image. “Please,” he says, almost begging. “He died in battle just like Timmy and Cleo; he deserves a proper burial. We… We need to say goodbye to him.”

“Do it here,” Scott snarls, “cuz I’m not budging.”

Bdubs’s face disappears from the slit window, but his voice is still just about audible to Martyn on the ground. “Scott, I think we should give them Skizz’s body.”

“What?!” Scott’s voice snaps back. “Why would you even consider that?! Don’t you care that he murdered your best friend?!”

“Yes, but I’m not thinking of Skizz,” responds Bdubs. “I’m thinking of Cleo. She’s been avenged already, Scott. Jimmy’s been avenged. Do you really think either of them would want us to deny him being laid to rest, despite everything he did? What’s the purpose of that? Skizz is dead, Scott, and seeing his body on display is only going to remind us of our losses every time we look at it. In order to start healing, you gotta let go of your anger.”

Bdubs’s voice cracks and he says something else that Martyn can’t quite hear.

Martyn waits anxiously, wondering what will happen. He’s half expecting Scott to just shoot him there and then, or at the very least destroy Skizz’s body out of bitterness and anger.

But eventually, the door to the crastle opens and Bdubs appears, holding a crossbow at his side. “You can come in and get it,” he says. “Tango will help you take it back to Dogwarts.”

Martyn lets out a quiet sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

As he crosses the drawbridge, Bdubs gives him an odd look. “You’re really okay with walking into the enemy base on your own with no weapons? What if this was a trap and we just killed you right here?”

“I did consider that possibility,” Martyn admits. “But I decided that my mission is more important.”

Bdubs nods slowly. “Okay. Fair enough.”

Martyn follows Bdubs up to the first floor, where Tango is already starting to pull Skizz’s body inside. Now that he’s closer, Martyn can see that Skizz’s eyes are still open, so he kneels beside his body and gently closes them.

“We can use one of the coffins outside to transport him,” says Tango, his voice low and serious. “And you can keep it to bury him in.”

“Thank you,” says Martyn. “After we bury him, you’re welcome to visit his grave whenever you wish.”

“What about me?” Impulse asks quietly, standing on the upper staircase.

Martyn turns and looks him dead in the eye. “Like I said. Tango, you’re welcome to visit anytime.”

Impulse blanches as Tango nods gratefully.

…

It takes the two of them less than ten minutes to carry the coffin to Dogwarts. As they get close to its walls, Etho and Ren dash out to meet them.

Etho takes the burden from Tango, who steps aside to a safe distance, keeping a wary eye on Ren.

“Thank you for returning Skizzle to us,” Ren says, all hints of his former fake accent and overly dramatic tone gone.

“Of course. I hated seeing him left up there like that.”

“I know you can’t give anything away but can I just ask… how’s… how’s Impulse?” Etho asks hesitantly.

Tango briefly makes eye contact with him but has to look away. “I wouldn’t hold out any hope that he can be saved if I were you. He wasn’t just there when Skizz died; he watched him die and did nothing to help or comfort him. There’s no coming back from that.”

“Oh my god…” Ren breathes out, suppressing a shudder. “How did this happen, Tango? What turned him into such a monster?”

“Trust me, Ren…” Tango turns to face Ren, a sombre expression on his face. “...I wish I knew. Anyway, I’m gonna head back now. Give him a good sendoff.”

“We will,” promises Ren. “Thank you.”

Etho and Martyn carry the coffin into Dogwarts and to the site that they have already picked and prepared for the burial. All three of them lower the coffin into the freshly dug grave and then kneel down beside it: Etho to the left, Martyn to the right, and Ren directly in front.

“Today, we celebrate the life of our good friend and loyal ally Skizzleman,” Ren begins. “Right from the start, even before he fought for us in battle, he proved himself a dedicated friend to Renchanting. He provided me with shelter when I was nothing but a lowly travelling merchant. His leather made the book that created the first enchantment table we ever used. And his cobblestone helped build the walls of Dogwarts that still stand to this day. He took care of us, he fought for us, he killed for us, and in the end, he died for us.” He addresses the coffin directly. “Thank you, Skizzle. For everything.”

He clears his throat. “Does- Does anyone else have anything they want to say?”

Etho nods and gently tosses the allium he’s holding onto the coffin. “Nothing special, just… Thank you, Skizz. For always being there for me.”

“I have some things to say,” says Martyn quietly. “I honestly didn’t think much of Skizz at first. I thought he was a nice guy but not someone I could see myself even being friends with. But he became so much more than that. We shared the same drive, the same passion and commitment to our convictions. When the two of us were out there fighting, it was like we’d known each other for years. But most importantly, he would always put his life before others, even mine, and even after he turned red. He was fun to be around and he always made me laugh.” His voice cracks. “I’ll miss you, Skizz.”

Twirling the tulip he brought from outside, he drops it into the grave, on top of Etho’s allium.

Ren wordlessly starts to scoop dirt over the coffin, and Etho and Martyn join him. Finally, once the coffin is properly covered, Ren plants his flower - a poppy salvaged from Skizz’s destroyed home, over the top of it and sits back.

After a moment, he starts to sing softly: “Fill to me the parting glass, and drink a health whate'er befalls. And gently rise and softly call: good night and joy be to you all. But since it fell unto my lot, that I should rise and you should not, I gently rise and softly call: good night and joy be to you all.” (this song is The Parting Glass, sung by The High Kings)

This breaks the dam. Martyn hurriedly rises to his feet and flees towards the altar, tears falling freely from his eyes. He drops to his hands and knees in the centre of the stone platform, hanging his head and crying openly.

He hasn’t cried like this in a very VERY long time. It’s just so unfair to him that Skizz, one of the kindest people he knows, is gone so soon from the server. There’s so much he wishes he could have said back there. How he blames himself for not stopping Skizz from charging in there, how much he dreams of slaughtering Grian for taking Skizz away from them, how he wishes it was him who died instead. But he couldn’t manage it.

A chill suddenly runs down his spine, causing him to involuntarily look up.

His heart skips a beat.

Standing a few blocks away on the altar is the ghostly image of Skizzleman, back to normal except for a slight magenta tinge to him. He’s smiling kindly down at Martyn, his eyes sparking with a kind of energy that he hasn’t had for a long time.

He holds out his hand to Martyn, who hesitantly reaches for it. Despite not being able to touch it, something helps Martyn to his feet, some kind of invisible energy.

Martyn gazes into Skizz’s face and manages a smile. “Goodbye, Skizz,” he whispers. “Good luck.”

The words “you too” echo in Martyn’s ears, not spoken by anything of this world.

“Martyn,” calls Ren’s voice. “Are you coming?”

Martyn automatically turns to look at Ren. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

When he looks back, he’s alone on the altar.

[schillypokespe]

Some bonds weren't made to be broken.

Last Life fic focusing on 3rd life relationships - One Shot

Link to ao3 in comments

Time tended to go by slowly in the world of Last Life. Something all the members had learnt beforehand was whatever was watching them - Grian called them the ‘cameras’, let them be themselves and let go of their hold on their minds when they were done recording. They’d get a week inbetween to do what they wanted and interact with who they wanted, the bloodlust would get somewhat knocked out of them and there was no more fear on the server of being hurt, the lives would go null. Afterall it wouldn’t be a show if they all died off camera. The relationships stayed relatively the same, carrying over from 3rd Life.

After the first two sessions, they’d all found places to meet up. Jimmy and Scott hid under the enchanting table area. Ren would meet up with Martyn- and sometimes Etho and Skizz, where the Shadow Alliance met up. Grian ran to magic mountain so he could make sure Scar was alright all alone. Cleo and Bdubs would check on each other at the very least, if not stay with each other for a whole night.

After the third session Bdubs waited for Etho to get back from mining for the first three hours after the camera went off. Once it had, he grabbed his husband, scolding him for pretending to be the boogeyman but laughing at the same time, pushing him away with Etho curled his hand into a claw, vaguely dragging it down Bdubs’ face. “You’re such- there’s seriously something wrong with you!”

“Hey, pretending I’m the boogey means I don’t get hurt!” Etho winked as he said it with a cheeky shrug. Bdubs just huffed and started sorting through the stuff Etho had gotten, pushing the ores into their own piles and separating them. They had some diamonds- mostly for themselves, they wouldn’t let the cameras see them. They had to have at least a little bit of their own lives back, even if they’d get it once everything was over and they could return to hermitcraft- stuff still hurt, the deaths still affected them. The trading lives affected them.

Etho flicked Bdubs’ nose to get him to look up. “We’ll be alright. I’ll keep pretending and as long as you stay at the base like you always do we’ll be okay. At least for a while.” “I know, Etho.” and there was a hand in his hair, ruffling it and messing it up as the hood of his jacket got pushed back. There was hardly even a glare, Bdubs simply leaning into the touch and going back to sorting items.

-

Martyn and Ren had met up again and damn near clung to eachother right after the first session, Martyns hand quickly going to cup Ren’s cheek and the man leaning into it. “You’re safe now, you’re alive, Ren, thank god, are you okay-” the concern spilled from his lips instantly, and Ren lifted his hand to touch Martyns wrist, sliding his hand up until he’d intertwined their fingers.

“I’m perfectly alright dude, I’ve been messing around in hermitcraft with Doc, I’ve been okay.” Ren knew Martyn didn’t have another proper world to go to, and he hadn’t been able to properly check in on Ren, so he wasn’t going to say anything about how concerned he was. He lowered him and Martyns hands and wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into his hands hair.

“We’re okay now, Martyn.” There was a nod, and a deep breath before Martyn steeled himself. “Of course, my lord. Now- what have you been up too you big doof?” he pushed Ren away, a playful grin crossing his expression, and Ren smirked, before leaning against a tree and letting himself fall to sitting, gesturing for Martyn to join him.

It only took a second before Martyn had sat down next to him, leaning into him and resting his head on Ren’s shoulder. “You come to me if you get hurt, Ren, and- let’s try to work together? Find a way somehow.” “Of course, my hand.”

-

After the fourth session, Bdubs finds himself running to Joel's hut once he gets back from the nether, heart still pounding from the adrenaline of it all, he’d seen the death message earlier, so even if the bloodlust were still affecting either of them, she’d be a safe place to go to. He shook the door knob and opened it whilst nearly falling over, and there are arms around him holding him up.

Cleo turned to press herself against the wall so she could support both her and Bdubs’ weight better, her own mind reeling from the betrayal she’d been forced to live through the same day. “Bdubs, are you okay? We’re okay here.” her voice is strong, shaking Bdubs out of his shock, and he meets her eyes. “I’m gonna- We can work together, next time the cameras on yea? I missed that.”

Instant change of subject, he’d seen what happened to Cleo, no need to dwell on deaths. A small smile graced itself across his past lovers face, as she slowly let herself scoot to the floor, holding him against her. “I missed you.” “I know.”

-

Jimmy collects flowers one night, sitting by the river and trying to make a flowercrown based on what he remembered Scott teaching him, a messy one tucked into his backpack once he was able to make one that was at least vaguely stable, and he sneaks into the fort as soon as he can, narrowly avoiding Pearls gaze and trying to figure out where Scott was, calling out for him softly once he was sure he was out of earshot of Pearl. A few moments pass before Scott is peeking his head out of a door.

He runs out and quickly draws Jimmy into the building, hiding him from Pearl- needlessly, the fighting didn’t matter once the cameras were off, but neither of them were sure whether or not Pearl knew about them, so they weren’t going to say anything, not right now. Jimmy drops his bag and wraps his arms around Scott the second the door closes, and one of Scotts hands was buried in his hair, the other pressed into his back and holding him as close as possible.

“I love you-” “-You’re okay” they talk over each other, and Scott presses a kiss to Jimmy's lips, and Jimmy kisses back quickly and deeply, hands drifting up to tangle themselves in his husbands hair. When they pull away they stare into each other's eyes for almost a moment too long, before they’re laughing, holding onto each other and laughing until their lungs hurt, and they swear Pearl can hear them but neither of them care.

They fall asleep in a mess of tangled limbs with a half broken flower crown on Scotts head, and they explain things to Pearl the next day so they don’t have to be apart.

-

The second the cameras stop rolling for session five Grian abandons his walking through the forest to run as fast as he can to magic mountain, feet pounding on the ground and the sound nearly echoing into his head and his chest heaves as he goes, screaming Scars name, and not a single person questions it if they see him, they all know that Grian and Scar were still as close as ever, and even if the bloodlust were a problem they knew Scar would never lay a hand on Grian.

The parrot had always been more aggressive anyway.

As he ran Grian reached backward and started trying to untie his wings, and by the time he got to the mountain his wings burst out of the restraints and he raised into the air with one strong flap of them. He flew up the mountain and landed with a skid and tumble that made him slam into the door.

“Scar!” he called again, pushing himself up and pushing the door open and staring at his lover, who sat at his desk with his head in his hands. “Scar, are you okay? Are you- do the burns hurt do you need anything?” “Nah Gri, I’m fine.” Scar looks up, and it takes a stupid amount of effort for Grian not to back away at the glowing red gaze.

“You’re- are you going to be okay next session? Promise me you won’t do something stupid” they both know Scar can’t say whether or not he will, and Grian was moving too fast for Scar to even answer, the man sitting on his lap and wrapping his wings and arms around him. “Don’t die.” he muttered, pressing his face into Scars chest.

Scars hand slid into his hair, starting to play with it, and he nodded, pressing his lips against Grian’s head and pushing his face into his hair.

-

The cameras would always come on again, and alliances would break and form, and they wouldn’t be able to love each other the same or put the same amount of energy into each other, but they always fought against the rules at least a little bit. Etho and Bdubs’ line in the sand. Grian and Scar continue to visit each other. Martyn and Ren in the shadow alliance. Cleo and Bdubs trying to work together if both of them were red. Jimmy and Scott cross paths too often for it to be normal.

The cameras would try to break them apart, but some bonds weren’t made to be broken.

[thehermitcraftqueen]

Your Betrayal - Angst, Skizz & Impulse

Basically a rewrite of Impulse's betrayal and Skizz's 3rdLife death, but in songfic form. :')

This is PURE ANGST, so if you're not into that don't read it. There's also some violence, but that's expected.

The song is 'Your Betrayal' by Bullet for My Valentine. Go give it a listen if you like Metalcore/Hard Rock type stuff. Personally not my thing, but the lyrics fit too well for me to not use it.

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Am I going insane?

My blood is boiling inside of my veins

An evil feeling attacks

My body shaking there's no turning back

Skizz stood on the wall of Dogwarts, glaring at the Crastle in the distance. His heart was racing. Sweat glistened on his bare arms, and he was shaking with anger. He hated that stupid castle that was near impossible to shoot into or infiltrate. He hated the enemy faces peeking out of the windows, shouting taunts and jeers towards Dogwarts. He hated the fresh scars he had from their recent fight. But most of all?

He hated Impulse. The supposed ‘nice guy’. The guy who was supposed to be on Skizz’s team, with the Red Army. His friend.

Skizz had specially asked Ren to let Impulse join the team. He thought--no, he knew --that he could trust Impulse, even though Ren was suspicious of him at first. Impulse helped them with gear, helped them plot attacks, even swore his loyalty. And for what? Him to switch sides at the last minute? If he was ever truly with the Red Army to switch in the first place...

He never thought he’d see the day Impulse betrayed him. But here they were, staring each other down from opposing kingdoms. Skizz’s blood boiled at the thought and his fingers curled around the hilt of his sword, itching to run over there and stab Impulse with it. Even though he’d killed two people for good already, his bloodlust was far from satisfied. No, he needed all of the enemy dead at his feet...starting with Impulse.

So take your eyes off the trigger

I'm not to blame if your world turns to black

As your eyes start to blister

There's just no hope for our final embrace

So here we are, I'm in your head

I'm in your heart

An arrow landed next to Skizz's foot. He glanced down at it, then back at the Crastle. A growl escaped him as he noticed Impulse with his bow drawn, preparing to fire another arrow. Skizz whipped out his own bow and placed an arrow on the string, drawing it back as he aimed it at Impulse. Impulse vanished into the castle suddenly, and Skizz sneered.

"The coward. He knows I can use a bow, unlike him."

"Are you alright, laddie?" Ren asked, climbing onto the wall beside him. Skizz lowered his bow and turned to his king.

"No, my liege. I'm angry. My bloodlust is the strongest it's ever been, and most of it is directed at that traitor," Skizz replied, the hint of a snarl in his voice.

"Speaking of that traitor, he's coming this way," Martyn said, hopping up next to Ren.

"No," Skizz hissed under his breath, following Martyn's gaze to Impulse's figure which was indeed headed toward Dogwarts.

"He's coming alone, too..." Etho murmured, joining the others on the wall. "He's crazy."

"He's crazy..." Skizz agreed, drawing his bow once more. "...And he's about to be dead."

You were told to run away

Soak the place and light the flame

Pay the price for your betrayal

Your betrayal, your betrayal

"You're in deep waters coming here alone, Impulse!" Ren shouted as Impulse came into earshot. Skizz drew his bow and aimed an arrow at Impulse, but didn't fire. A glance in either direction told him Etho and Martyn were doing the same.

"Oh, I know," Impulse said. The calmness in his voice infuriated Skizz even more. Did he think he'd get out of this alive?

"Then what do you want?" Ren growled.

"It's no use negotiating anything with him, my lord, he'll just betray us again," Martyn said.

"I have a...proposition," Impulse said. "Well, more of a suggestion and a warning, I guess."

"Oh yeah? And I have a warning for you, buddy, and that's get out before I put an arrow through your skull," Skizz snarled.

"Let him talk. He hasn't made any move of aggression," Ren said.

"He was shooting at us!" Skizz argued.

Ren ignored him, his gaze fixed on Impulse. Skizz wanted so badly to just let the arrow fly, but he held back...just barely.

Impulse, seeming to realize he had limited time, began talking quickly. "Grian has a lot of TNT, Scott still has a flint and steel, and Team Crastle currently outnumbers you. Bases will get destroyed and fights will continue. Even though I betrayed you guys, I don't want you getting hurt. But that'll happen if you don't give up. This isn't a fight you can win."

Shouts of protest rose from the wall.

"You're just trying to scare us, you filthy traitor!" Martyn yelled.

"Anyone who tries to burn down my castle again is only getting blood, and it won't be mine," Etho hissed.

Skizz released his arrow, savoring Impulse's short cry of surprise and pain as it hit him. "No way are we giving up. But I'll sure enjoy watching you die."

"There is not always power in numbers, laddie," Ren said. "The Red Army will survive, or die the deaths of heroes. You've chosen to go against us, Impulse. Now get out, and stay out."

"Y-you guys are going to regret this!" Impulse warned, before whipping around and running. Martyn and Etho let their arrows fly, but Impulse dodged both.

Skizz couldn't let him escape.

I was told to stay away

Those two words I can't obey

Pay the price for your betrayal

Your betrayal, your betrayal

"I'm going after him," Skizz declared, putting away his bow.

"What?! You can't do that!" Martyn protested.

"We can't lose ye, Skizz," Ren agreed.

"Well...I'm sorry. I love you guys. But I have to do this." Pulling out his sword, Skizz leaped off the wall and into the water below. He swam to the opposite bank, ignoring the protests of his friends behind him. Skizz began running and quickly spotted Impulse just ahead of him. “Impulse!” he yelled, red flashing across his vision. Impulse’s eyes widened and he began running faster. Skizz chased after him, murder his only thought.

Impulse made it to the Crastle, but Skizz was close behind. When Impulse stopped to open the door for himself, Skizz caught up. His sword slashed, fire aspect setting Impulse on fire.

“Grian! Help!” Impulse shouted. He was still desperately messing with the door, but he couldn’t get it open.

Bloodlust surged as Skizz grabbed Impulse by the throat. “You can’t get away now,” he growled. Impulse whimpered slightly, clutching at Skizz’s hand that was clasped around his neck. For a split second, that whimper made Skizz hesitate. It wasn’t long. But it was just long enough for someone else to get the door open and stab him, causing him to release Impulse.

Skizz found himself locked in a fierce swordfight with Grian. He was on fire. Grian was on fire. They were both low on health, but Grian was lower. Skizz could win this. But then an arrow pierced his side.

Is it my turn to die?

My heart is pounding as I say goodbye

So now I dance in the flames

I love you crying and screaming my name

Skizz’s vision darkened. He turned his head slightly to see Impulse with a horrified look, his bow in his hands.

He’d lost. Or rather, Impulse had killed him. But, oddly enough, he didn’t feel bloodlust or hate towards him anymore. Only a deep sadness that all of this had to happen.

As his hearts dropped down to nothing, pain spiraling through his body, Skizz managed to whisper, “Goodbye, Impulse.”

Skizzleman was shot by Impulse.

He collapsed, only hearing Impulse’s cry of “Skizz!” before his vision went black. A moment later he floated up out of his body as a ghost, staring down at the scene below.

Impulse just stared at his corpse for several seconds before dropping to his knees. “No...Skizz...I-I’m so sorry...” Tears began to fall down his face, and Skizz almost felt sorry for him. Impulse would never forget what he did, that was one thing he knew.

You said that we'd be forever

How could you kill me and lie to my face?

Now that we can't be together

There's just no hope for our final embrace

So here we are, I'm in your head

I'm in your heart