#evil!scott

Legs and Owen are still locked in a room together. Maybe they'll be there long enough to Work Out Some Stuff.

Evil Scott

Are - are you sure that’s me? No, it’s not me because that’s an evil person.

Why does evil me look like a stupid Nicholas Cage?

Okay like…I know the multiverse is full of infinite possibilities, but I find it really hard to believe that there could be an evil variant of me.

Like…I’m trying to picture it. What kind of evil person would I be? A manipulative, vindictive, snappy, mean and hateful S.O.B.?

Okay maybe I can see it now…

"Go, my pupil, you are ready," Peter whispered, low and seductive, patting his shoulder. 

Scott grinned wickedly and he moved forward in the park with a graceful speed. It was easy, almost too easy. The boy had his ice cream out and was licking it slowly, not seeming to mind the drips of sticky ice cream down his fingers. He snatched his hand out and the cry of shock and sorrow was glorious. 

He saw Peter out of the corner of his eye, already with two cones and a popsicle in hand. He wanted to catch up to his master and took candy from any child in sight. 

"Hey! You asshole, give that back!" He pushed the lady away and dashed to his escape, laughing maniacally. 

He held out his goods to his master, waiting for his judgement. 

Peter grinned and lifted him up, ill-gotten gains crashing to the ground as he pushed him against a tree. “You did amazing, my beautiful student! Good students get a reward.”