#throughdifferenteyes

black jack was sure, though, that this was a costume. a very, very good costume, but a costume nonetheless. he wasn’t.. dead set in the belief, per se, but would really prefer not to be proven wrong. the concept of this person, like, actually being that one scarecrow character from a movie he remembered like a passing fever dream.

“ say, that costume of yours, ” he started, “ it’s extremely well crafted - did you make it yourself? ”

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Scarecrow!

You will be housed in CONDO 401.

You’ll retain everything you were given previously.

WHAT

– When you woke up in the hospital, the doctors gave you one hell of a scolding for jumping into the hole in the middle of the city. A lot about that time is still blurry in your head, but one detail you’ve held onto through all of it is something very specific you were told. They said that if it weren’t for the two people who had tried their hardest to save you, you’d certainly have died in the dark, alone. 

They mentioned that one of those people was a scarecrow. 

You’d been searching for these people based on description, in order to thank them properly. That’s why when you see a scarecrow walking along, you barrel forward as fast as you can on your crutches. You’re getting the hang of moving around in a cast, so you’re actually pretty quick! 

“Wait up!!”

You wobble to a halt in front of him, quickly taking a gulp of air in before going off. 

“I know this might sound weird, and I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense but- um. I woke up in the hospital about a week ago, and the doctors said that a person who looks like a scarecrow saved my life?”

You bow forward as much as you can. 

”hold it!!!”

catherine's voice was sharp, shrill, and loud in volume to get the attention of the scarecrow limping by. she almost sounded pissed off, though for what reason?? had the being done something wrong?

nope, he didn't. she just wasn't good at controlling her tone at times. she knelt down, picking up a thick clump of straw and grasping it in her hand. she rose up and quickly approached the scarecrow, holding the clump out to him.

”your straw fell out. do you need a stitch job or something?”

– You take time to move away from the crowd that seems to have happened, absolutely exhausted. It takes a lot of energy to not be bumped into by someone who might cause you to transform. You give a quiet sigh, eyes downcast as you take out your phone and lean against the back of what you believe is a very conveniently placed decoration. For whatever reason the scarecrow in question just so happened to be rather still in the moment, and appeared far too convincing to be a person in a costume. So you mistook him for a prop. Oops. 

This continues for a solid second or two as you scroll instagram, watching the feed of the friends you’ve made during your time here go by on your timeline. Eventually however, you get the sense that something is amiss. Like you’re being watched? You slowly straighten up, eyebrows furrowed as you look over your shoulder. 

“...?” 

Your heart nearly stops. 

“Ah- are you,” you slowly realize that yes, that is in fact, a person. You slap a hand over your mouth, not sure what might come out of it otherwise. A scream? You’ve already invaded his personal space – you can’t scream at him too. 

Send me “⚜” for an aesthetic of your muse. | accepting (but they won’t be done till next friday)

(Mun? I think he’s done his time. Let the man have a relatively peaceful rest of his life and die somewhere quietly.)

“...”