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Grian and Scar stood in the circle of cacti as the sun began set over the horizon, holding eye contact, standing in an empty silence. Nothing but the winds of the desert could be heard for miles.
“You know I’ve always loved you, this’ll be a fair fight,” Scar chimed in to break the silence.
“You- what?” Grian stared at him, his gaze occasionally drifting down towards the other’s exposed chest.
“I meant what I said,” Scar’s response was quick, catching the other off guard.
“Quit being all lovey dovey and fight! We need a winner!” A ghost called into the space surrounding the pair.
“Fight to the death!” Another yelled.
“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” The ghosts chanted as Scar and Grian locked eyes.
The sun sunk further below the horizon over Monopoly Mountain. Scar had discarded his gear and armor, lighting a fire to block off the remaining exit from the ring of cacti. Grian promptly did the same, the chanting of the ghosts becoming all they could hear.
“I wish we could both claim this win,” Grian stated solemnly as he raised his fists to fight, Scar doing the same.
“I wish we could too.”
Grian swung first, hitting Scar square in the face. Scar quickly hit back. They exchanged blows, both becoming a bloody mess as they were pushed into the cacti. As fists flew, sand hand been kicked over the fire, the two unintentionally moving out of the cactus ring. Tears streaming down both of their faces. Scar’s body eventually gave way as he collapsed into the sand, near the cliff. He refused to consider his last breath wasted.
“I’m so sorry, Scar!” Grian cried out as he pinned the other down.
A kiss. The only thing Scar thought he had left to do was kiss his beloved before his nearing death. Scar planted a kiss on Grian’s lips as the light faded from his eyes, his breathing stopped as his pulse dropped to zero. Grian stared in shock as he choked back sobs, pushing himself off the corpse of his long-time companion.
“Oh.. Ohh I don’t feel good…” Grian moped as he dragged his feet towards the Pride Rock where the grave of Scar’s dead llama, Pizza, laid.
“Goodbye.”
Grian let himself slip off the cliff. He let himself fall to his death, ending the death game once and for all.