TW:
- Panic attack
- Blood
- Slight gore

Was this all real?

He really was back on Hermitcraft, Secret Life was over, right?

Scar still couldn't fathom that he was back on Hermitcraft, even if it had been almost an entire month already.

He could still remember Secret Life so clearly, I mean, he did win it, so he would remember. Yet he wasn't used to all the memories of all the other series flowing back at once. It hurt his head, all the memories.

At least they were dying down now, but the memories would still remain.

Yet no one knew about Scar's hidden trauma from Secret Life.

About the void. The Watchers. Him being all alone.

He still flinched when footsteps approached, still thinking that it was the Watcher.

So when he heard light steps of footsteps again, Scar sat up, looking around.

He thought that the footsteps would go away, but no, they only got closer, and closer.

Scar started to shake, was it the Watcher?

Was he going back to the void?

Was he going to be tortured again?

The footsteps only came closer and closer to Scar's room, and he hid in a ball, pressing his back to the wall.

Step. Step. Step. Step.

He was going to be thrown into the void again.

He looked at his hands, and all he could see was blood. His own blood.

Suddenly, his body was covered in very bad, very deep void wounds and burns, and everything hurt so much.

Scar couldn't breathe.

'It was the Watcher. It was the Watcher. It was the Watcher it was the Watcher it was the Watcher it was the Watcher it was the Watcher-'

Scar's door pushed open with a smack, Scar visibly flinching with the noise.

He covered his ears and hid his face, he didn't want to see who it was.

He knew it was the Watcher again.

But it wasn't.

"Scar!? Oh my gosh, Scar!"

Scar looked up slightly, only to feel soft arms wrap around him and pull him close. Scar tried to squirm away from the hold, but whoever was holding him didn't let him go.

"I'm not letting you go Scar. C'mon, you know who I am, it's me, Grian."

Scar blinked through tears, finally knowing who was holding him. He stopped trying to squirm away, and collapsed into Grian's arms, sobs making his body shake. Grian continued to hold him tight, rubbing circles on Scar's back, whispering soft, comforting words into his ear. Grian didn't let Scar go, and Scar continued to hold Grian tightly.

"I won't let them take you away again Scar. I promise." Grian whispered into Scar's ear.

And that statement was true.

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When Scar had finally calmed down, him and Grian laid down, holding each other close.

"Grian... The thing you said to me earlier, is that true? You won't let them take me away again? Into the void?" Scar whispered, his voice slightly hoarse from crying. Grian nodded, kissing Scar on the cheek.

"Of course Scar, I promise." Grian smiled, and so did Scar, kissing Grian on the forehead. Scar then hid his face into Grian's red sweater, closing his eyes.

"I love you Grian." Scar mumbled, and once again, Grian smiled.

"I love you too Scar." Grian whisper-responded, closing his eyes as well.

As the sun dipped over the horizon, the two lovers held each other close in their sleep.

Grian would never lose Scar again, he promised himself and Scar that.