Hey guys! Here's a little one shot for you. I'm working on chapter nine right now for the Azra story and I'm currently in quarantine right now. :( I have a little more time on my hands. So I give you, A Day in the Life of Scar. Have a nice day! :)

Pridelands, 2013

In the office of the nation's deranged dictator, snoring could be heard from outside. Scar was passed out on his couch from excessive drinking. The phone on Scar's desk started to ring and wake him up. Scar groaned and forced himself to sit up and grab the phone. "What?" he mumbled as he answered it. "Hi, my leader. This is your wife. I was wondering when you are going to come out of your hole." Zira said angrily. "Shut up, woman. I just woke up." Scar snapped.

Zira sighed and hung up the phone. Scar stood up with his wobbly legs and staggered out into the hall. He went to his bathroom and shut the door. Scar took a much needed shower and brushed out his long hair. He dried off, got dressed, and walked back to his office. Scar sat down at his desk and Zazu timidly walked into the room. He carried a small stack of papers and sat them on the desk. "The reports, sir." Zazu said and quickly turned to leave.

Scar loved to mess with Zazu so he got an idea. "Zazu, aren't you forgetting something?" Scar said with a grin. Zazu turned around. "N-No I don't think so." He stuttered. "Alright." Scar muttered and chuckled as Zazu left, probably wondering what he did wrong.

Scar flipped through the reports and sighed. It was all the same. Food shortages, supply shortages, violence, they were all problems Scar couldn't fix at the moment. He was tired of being reminded of them. Zazu wouldn't shut up about it. The people wouldn't stop protesting. Scar hated these the most because they resulted in a lot of injuries, arrests, and even deaths. It made his government look really bad. His own daughter was turning against him. Filled with ideas from her friend Nala, Azra did not agree with her father's rule at all.

Then the door swung open and Shenzi walked in. "Scar, we need you outside. Some protesters are demanding to see you. They will not leave." Shenzi told him. "Why are you giving in to them? Do you want to make our government look even weaker?" Scar yelled. "No but they are going to seriously damage the palace if you don't come right now." Shenzi warned him. Scar let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I'm coming." He muttered.

Scar got in the elevator with Shenzi and went down to ground level. He went outside and faced the angry protesters. They were all shouting and being held back by Scar's soldiers. News stations were behind them. Perfect. I'll have to be sure to censor them later. Scar thought.

"People, what is going on here?" Scar addressed the crowd. "Injustice! That's what!" A woman shouted. "I see no injustice here." Scar lied. "Well, your scarred eye must be making you blind cause we're starving here!" A man piped up. "There isn't any food. No jobs. Everything is closed. Your soldiers are killing people. When are you going to do something about it?" A reporter shouted from the back.

"Listen, we are currently working on the shortages and jobs should be here soon. As for the killings, I myself did not authorize them nor did my government. The soldiers who killed civilians were sanctioned and fired on the spot. Please try to have more patience." Scar said calmly, although he was on the verge of losing it. "It's been ten years! You've had long enough! Some king you are! Mufasa would have-" A man started but was cut off by gasps. He'd said the forbidden name.

Scar was outraged. "Get him out of here! I'm done!" He shouted and stormed away back to the elevator. He went back to his office and collapsed on the couch. Zira walked into room. "Well that went well." She said and crossed her arms. "And what does the queen have to say this time?" Scar growled. "Maybe if you actually controlled your temper, the public wouldn't lose faith in you." Zira told him. "Well maybe if the public were more understanding I wouldn't lose my temper." Scar retorted. Zira sighed and left the room frustrated. "By the way, can you pour me some scotch?" Scar called out to her.

2 Hours Later

Scar sat at his desk, lazily drinking some scotch from a flask as he planned his next move. He heard a knock on the door. "Come in." Scar said without looking up. "Dad, can I talk to you?" A younger male voice asked. Scar looked up and saw Nuka standing in the doorway. "Yeah. Come sit down." Scar said. Nuka shut the door and sat down on the couch. "Dad, do you love me?" Nuka asked bluntly. Scar dropped the pen he was holding and put down the flask. He looked up and stared at his son in surprise.

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? You're my son." Scar replied. "You're always so busy though and when I try to talk to you, you always look sleepy and you yell at me." Nuka pointed out. Scar sighed. He was Ahadi all over again.

"Nuka, I drink this stuff that enters my body and it messes with my brain so I'm sorry if I've been kinda mean lately." Scar said gently. "Why drink that stuff if it's bad for you?" Nuka asked. "Well, it's got this stuff in it that's addicting and I've drank it for so long that my body acts up if I don't have it. That's why you shouldn't drink this. It's bad for you." Scar explained.

"So you do you love me?" Nuka asked again. "Yes, son. I do." Scar told him once more. He gave his son a hug and sent him away so he could get back to "work". Later, Zira brought him up a plate of dinner and left without saying a word. Scar groaned in frustration. Not only were things tense with the nation's status but he had to deal with everything else.

Tensions with his wife, a traitor daughter, a doubtful son, protesters, the list went on. Stress on top of stress. Scar picked at his food and barely ate any of it. Over the years he had lost his ability to eat full meals. Besides the fact that he mostly survived on alcohol, Scar just couldn't eat as much as he used to. He couldn't sleep much either.

Scar sighed and gazed at the starry night sky in front of him. This was not how he imagined being king would be like. But there was no turning back and Scar had to try to fix things as impossible as it was. Zira poked her head into the doorway. "Coming to bed, honey?" She said with a sigh. Scar nodded. He put the paperwork away and straightened up his desk.

Then he left the office and went to his bedroom. Scar got undressed and put on his night clothes. He crawled into bed with his wife. He could barely sleep that night knowing the weight on his shoulders. Being a dictator was hard.

The End