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Flower Field Day

Chaotic Trio of MCC AU

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It was only 5 in the afternoon when a man with chocolate brown hair and Emerald green eyes was snapped out of his train of thoughts by a knock at his office door. Sighing, the man called out to whoever was behind the door to enter in. A couple seconds flew by before the door creaked open, a mop of blue (with a couple of brown strands) peeked into the office, his pointed ears standing upright as the eyes landed on the man.

"Scott? I thought you left already?" The man asked, looking at Scott as he glided over to him, a small smile perched on his face.

"Me and Lauren were looking around for you." The Scottish accent picked up, while not strong, it was definitely visible. Grabbing the man's hand, Scott pulled him up, ignoring the sudden yelp from the man. "Now come on Noxite!"

"Wha– where?" Noxite asked as he proceeded to get forcefully dragged away from his office and out into the hallway, the afternoon rays beaming down from the skylights and onto the marble floor.

"You'll see." Scott giggled mysteriously, letting go of Noxite's hand and running down the hallway, his cheerful laugh (which the older male won't admit but he clearly missed after all those days of planning for the championships) echoing through the hollow way.

Shaking his head, Noxite chuckled before running after Scott, his boots stomping against the floor as they both exited out the large building known as Noxcrew HQ. By the grand steps leading up, a woman with warm brown hair and golden amber eyes stared up, noticing Noxite and Scott's presence.

"You actually got him to come out!" The woman, Lauren, smiled, letting the two catch up to her as she descended the stairs. "Looks like our next trip to the coffee shop is on me."

"Heck yeah!" Scott jumped the last two steps, his triumph yell earning yet another chuckle from Noxite. He always forgets that he was the youngest of the trio, mostly due to how strict and mature he is. Well, given if you don't look at his outfits being all cute and very kidcore-esque. It pays to be a Contributor , Noxite thinks to himself.

"Where are we going anyways?" Noxite asked once again as the three exited the grounds of MCC, the large golden gate shutting behind them as they traversed into the woods.

"I'll be completely honest, I don't know. Scott sorta dragged me away from my duty saying that we," Holding up her hands, Lauren made air quotations, saying in between them, "needed a break from the tense air."

"Sounds like a Scott thing to do. The guy is always a stickler for our mental health but last time I checked, his sleep schedule was worse than mine!" Noxite pointed out.

"He does have the second most stressful thing to do in MCC, and that's being our Contributor for the teams. The media always pester him about the littlest of things." As Lauren said that, Noxite thinks about how glad that Scott isn't in the listening range of any of this. Otherwise, the two of them wouldn't hear the end of it from the Scottish man. Speaking of Scott, he had led them far into the woods now, where Noxite could now clearly see the mushrooms growing near the bark of the trees and the occasional bee that flies by every now and then.

"Okay, Scott where the fuck are we?" Noxite asked before sarcastically saying, "You gonna kill us in the woods or something?"

"If you continue whining, then maybe I'll consider it Stefan." Scott looked over his shoulder, giving his iconic, mischievous wink. Suppressing a laugh, Lauren looked down at the ground as Noxite just stared blankly at him.

It was a couple minutes of more walking before Scott pointed towards him. "There it is!"

Coming to Scott's side, Noxite couldn't help but gasp at the sight; the afternoon rays shining down on an entire plain of flowers surrounded by trees. It looked as if it came straight from a fantasy world, which made it so much more majestic in Noxite's eyes. Lauren, on the other hand, was incredibly speechless, her eyes widened at the sight.

"I found it a couple of days ago after I couldn't focus on some stuff. Figured you guys would like it, especially since today has been rather… shitty day." Laughing softly, Scott turned to his friends, grabbing both their hands and pulling them forwards, his cheerful look that seemed to brighten the mood even more.

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The sun was just setting as Lauren and Noxite were talking about all the memories about working on MCC when Scott had finally succumbed to his sleep and was now laying down in the flower field, his head resting on Noxite's lap with a slumbering calmness on his face. Smiling softly, Noxite brushed away the strands of dyed blue and natural brown hair from his face, the beautiful Forget-me-Not flowers that were once pinned in his hair now loosely falling out.

"We should do these things more often, you know?" Lauren spoke up, leaning back onto the flower grounds, a yawn escaping her mouth. "It's rare for us to take breaks, especially Scott."

"Yeah, this was nice." Noxite grinned, looking at Lauren next to him.

"Maybe instead of participating in the Post-MCC Parties, we three can run over here and enjoy our time away from large crowds." Lauren explained, picking a yellow rose and holding it in her hand. "You know how tiring it is when talking to people."

"Yeah, it's hell." Noxite laughed, covering his mouth. "Anyways, we should probably head back."

"Mm… nah, let's stay for a little while longer!" Lauren chirped happily, staring up at the sky watching the dusk colors of the skies pass over them.

Sighing, Noxite shook his head, leaning back onto his hand, the smile he had on since they came still visible, just more or less tired.

"Maybe we can stay for a while longer."

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Thunderstorms — 0 out of 10 Would Not Recommend for the Scottish Man

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Description : Sometimes, it's better to be with others than on your own, especially when trauma kicks in at the worst of times

When it comes to fears, no one really had major ones. Noxite was afraid of spiders, Lauren was afraid of the dark, and everyone else in Noxcrew had generally average fears that any other person in the world would have. Well, everyone except a certain Scottish man, whose fear took a big toll on him. What was that fear, you may ask?

The fear of loud noises and explosions.

Any sound of a loud boom or something shattering would set the man into a state of going still and refusing to leave his stiffened state until his body calmed down. The fear first started after a traumatic experience from nearly dying to an explosion made him incredibly paranoid of death, possibly coming back to kill him. No one knows about that fear, as he does a rather good job at hiding it. Well, once alone, he sometimes let's go of his consciousness and faint, not waking up for a full hour or more. Not like anyone noticed, since they just believed he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

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It was night when the thunderstorm started to roll in. Rain started to patter on the windows, making a woman with brown hair and golden amber eyes look up from her book that had captured her interest. Sighing, she made a fold on the end of the page and shut the book, standing up and walking out her room. Entering the hallway, she could hear the sound of a TV playing, which made her walk to the living room.

Inside the room, a man a bit younger than her sat on the sofa, his bored eyes looking at the screen, some weather news on.

"Hey, how bad is it going to be?" The woman spoke up, catching the man's attention.

"Loud thunder all night and possibly in the morning." The man answered, his green eyes having the reflection of the screen painted on. "If it continues in the morning, we may have to cancel the meeting."

"Oh course." The woman sighed, shaking her head. "Speaking of which, have you seen Scott around?"

"Hm, Scott?" The man asked before thinking. "Yeah, he said he was going to your room since I was, quote, 'being boring' and that, 'Lauren is better than you'." A small laugh left Lauren's mouth, earning a huff of annoyance from the male.

"Aw, he does have favorites! And you, Noxite, are mad that you aren't his favorite~!" Sputtering out a mix of words, Noxite tried to defend himself about how he still was Scott's favorite when suddenly—

BOOM!!

The two halted their bickering as the thunder crackled loudly, the rain seeming to pour even harder. It was silent before the both of them heard a small 'thump!' from Scott's room and a yelp. Worried, the two ran to the Scottish man's room, making sure the younger male was alright.

Opening his door, their eyes fall onto Scott's trembling figure on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, his cyan fluffy hair now tattered and messy and his soft steel blue eyes scrunched into a tight close. Quickly, Noxite pushed past Lauren and headed to Scott, crouching down to his level.

"Hey Scottie, look at me." Noxite hushed, cupping Scott's pale cheek which was watered down by his tears. The younger male whimpered, trying to pull away from his hand but Noxite stopped him, shushing him. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, and so is Lauren."

Lauren shuffled over and crouched down to Scott's level as well, her eyes filled with concern. Another thunder boomed and echoed through the house, causing Scott to cry out in fear. Noxite grabbed a hold of him and pulled him close, hearing the younger male squeak in shock. Lauren placed her palm on the Scottish man's back, rubbing circles with her thumb to calm him down. All Scott did was hold onto Noxite and ease his shaky breath, new tears falling down his face.

"We're here Scott, see?" Lauren smiled softly. The tense figure around Scott dropped as he felt someone brush their fingers through his hair, letting him slowly calm down and return to his normal breathing pattern. However, he didn't bother to let go of Noxite.

"Stefan?" Scott mumbled into his shoulder, his voice sounding slurred. Pulling away from Scott, Noxite held his face up, noticing his steel blue eyes that were once always bright fell dull.

"You need sleep." Noxite laughed, ringing Scott's shoulder over his neck and pulling him up, with Lauren doing the same thing on the other side. "Come on, we can go to the living room and chill there until the storm passes.

"I'm tired…" The Scottish man whined, drooping his head, earning a small laugh from the older two.

"Yeah we know." Lauren grinned as they carried Scott into the living room. "Which is why I'm declaring an official movie night!"

"It's not Friday, Lauren." Noxite pointed out.

"Movie night!"

"Lauren—"

"Movie night, take it or leave it, Stefan." Lauren's dead tone caused Noxite to shut his mouth, knowing how even though her hands are full, she could still find a way to wrangle his neck.

"Movie night it is." Noxite sighed, a soft laugh escaping Scott's mouth as he sat down on the sofa, resting his head on the armrest. Sitting down next to Scott, Noxite quickly added in, "And do me a favor Lauren and do not choose a stupid one."

"Stefan Noxite, I will strangle you."

"Please don't."

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Noxite didn't even know what time it was when the movie finally finished (for once, Lauren actually put on a movie he can stay up and watch). He turned off the TV and looked around him. Scott and Lauren were both fast asleep, with Scott snuggled by Lauren and a heavy blanket over them both, soft snores filling the room. The rain still banged on the window's but from the younger male's face, Scott wasn't as scared as he was before.

Smiling softly, Noxite lifted the blanket and shuffled himself near the both of them, being careful not to wake Scott nor Lauren up. Pulling the blanket to cover him up as well, Noxite's eyes grew heavy as a sleepy yawn escaped his mouth. As he closed his eyes, the last thing he heard was the low rumble of the thunder but he wasn't worried.

He was with people he saw as family, and that's all that mattered to him.

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Do You Remember? November 3rd?

Crewfu!Wilbur - Crewfu Lobby AU

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TW - Mentions of Death | Vomiting | Past Trauma / PTSD

When Hafu announced the new member joining them in CREWFU, everyone was ecstatic. A new member joining them along the CREWFU Airship, one of the greatest Team in Project: Air, the newest facility, was exciting for them all. Well, everyone except a certain Scottish man, who groaned at the news when the older female told him.

"Great, another idiot on this Airship. As if four wasn't enough for you." Scott sarcastically said, referring to the two most stupidest duo's, Dumber & Dumber and Daft & Dafter. Hafu laughed at Scott's comment, punching his arm lightly.

"Don't worry! Apparently the guy has some history already working with another team called LVJOY Spacecraft before he was transferred to us." Hafu explained as the two walked down the Hall of Pictures into security. "Just trust the process Smajor, it'll be fine!"

"Mm hm, sure." Scott nodded, waving goodbye to Hafu as she disappeared into Electrical. As she left, Scott slumped into the security spinny chair, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth. He knew what Hafu was doing was fine, but the part of him he never fully recovered screamed at him to don't trust the new member.

The last time he trusted a member was back when he was still working with the SBI Division. He was the only survivor left, having killed the insane member with a bullet to the head. After he was brought back, he was traumatized by the events that he almost gave up and left. That wasn't until a man named 5up offered him a position in CREWFU. Ever since then, he's slowly but surely been getting back on his feet, letting go of the past and embracing his new team. Course, he still gets nightmares about the Division and his trigger trauma breaks through with loud noises, but he's been recovering.

Turning on cams, Scott's steel blue eyes scan each screen for anyone. Dumb & Dumber, also known as Steve and DK, were chilling in kitchen, the two of them having some sort of playful argument. 5up was quickly seen wandering through Records into Showers, Janet was marching through Engine and so on. It seemed pretty normal, probably because everyone was getting ready for the new member to arrive.

With that, all Scott could do was wait until the new member arrived.

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Hearing someone call his name, Scott opened his eyes and groaned, the light hitting his face. He didn't even remember falling asleep. Sitting up from the desk, his eyes landed on Janet's figure who was shaking him awake.

"Come on, the member is here in 20 seconds!" Janet smiled, pulling Scott up from the chair by his arm. Laughing tirelessly, Scott followed Janet, who was yelling down the halls with excitement as he trailed behind her, stretching up. Passing to the Meeting Room, the Scottish man could see the entire CREWFU team already there, all talking to each other.

"Ayy, there's our favorite man!" Steve grinned, walking over to Scott and throwing his arm around his shoulder. "Are you excited about this mysterious member?"

"Honestly, I'm not prepared to see another idiot on board. We already have 4 of them." Scott laughed as he watched Steve's expression turn into an offended look.

"Damn, you hit him hard." Koji snickered, appearing behind the two. "Do you need some ice to heal that burn Steve?"

"You know that also means you, right Koji?" Scott bluntly said, turning his head to the older male.

"Pfft—!" Steve held back, covering his mouth.

"Guys!!" Hafu's cheerful voice silenced the team, all their eyes falling onto her. "As you know, we have been given a Transferred member from Facility LVJOY, which will make us the official team to have 11 members on board of Project: Air!" At the sound of that, everyone cheered, with Scott only clapping.

"And with that, I would like you all to meet our new member! Come on up." As she said that, a figure appeared from the door, the tall frame that seemed to pass Scott's height by a couple of inches. As the member got into the light, Scott's world seemed to stop.

No…

Brown hair that was naturally curled was tucked under a loose beanie and a pair of silver glasses perched on his nose where a bandage was placed.

No, he shouldn't be here…

Honey brown eyes that brighten in the light and his pale beach skin that mixed in with his dress shirt and black jeans, covered by a brown coat and worn out sneakers.

I watched him die…

"Everyone, I like you to meet—"

You died in front of me. How? How are you still fuckin ALIVE?!

"— Wilbur Soot!"

Scott felt sick. No, he watched him die. The memories of Division SBI started to flood back, the shattering of his communicator dropping on the floor caught Steve's attention, who looked worried for his friend. Holding his mouth, Scott couldn't stare anymore. Ignoring the fact his name was being shouted at, he ran out the room, his eyes filled with tears and the vile taste of copper in his mouth. Rushing through, he sprinted through the rooms and to the bathroom stalls.

Bursting open the first stall he could see through his glassy eyes, he slid down to his knees and puked up the vile copper taste. His voice was quivering and his head was pounding. Gasping for air, Scott slumped onto the stall wall, the back of his head hitting the wall itself. Trying to swallow back the vile taste, Scott gripped his fluffy, platinum blonde hair, a small hiccup escaping his mouth.

Wilbur Soot. He knows him. He was one of the people in Division SBI. Scott was close to the man, to the point where it was normal to see the two side by side, never alone nor separated from each other. That wasn't until the Murders started to happen. Wilbur had promised Scott he would protect him, he promised! So when Scott saw the insane member standing over Wilbur's bleeding out body, he screamed. He killed the member and ran to his friend's side, desperately trying to keep the blood from spilling. But it was too late.

So how? How was he here!

"Scott?" Digging his head into his arms, the man didn't bother to look up to see who it was. He already knew based on his voice; 5up.

"Leave me alone."

"You're obviously sick. What happened? What was all that about?" 5up questioned, crouching down to Scott's level, placing his hand on his knee. "Do you know that guy?"

"He was part of Division SBI."

"Well, I don't see how—"

"I was the only survivor from Division SBI. I watched him die in front of my eyes." Scott looked up, his eyes glassy with tears but the younger male could clearly see the distress in his eyes.

"Well, maybe he survived?" 5up tried to reason but the Scottish man immediately shut it down.

"No! I checked his vitals! He was dead!" Scott sobbed, holding his hands up to his ears. "I WATCHED HIM BLEED OUT!!"

It was silent for a long time before 5up grabbed Scott and closed him into a tight hug, not caring if it startled Scott. The older male was shocked before slowly returning the hug, his face digging into 5up's scarf. The room was silent as Scott calmed his breathing.

"Here." 5up released himself from the hug and stood up, holding out his hand. "Let's just go to the Medbay area, get you some pills and let you rest, deal?"

Nodding, Scott hung his head low as he grabbed his hand and stood up. The two walked through the Cargo area, with Scott not daring to look up.

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Wilbur Soot had honestly no clue Scott was on CREWFU. He was told nothing about the team, only knowing that they were prestigious and high ranked. He had been in a Division before, Division SBI. That's where he met Scott, his soon to be best friend. The two would do everything together. When the murders happened, Wilbur promised to protect Scott.

He still remembered Scott's haunting scream when he found him on the ground bleeding out. He couldn't remember anything after that. When he woke up in Facility ORIGINS, he was told he had been out for 12 days due to the amount of blood he lost. Wilbur would spend the next month and a half working in Rehab and getting his strength back. With a little background check, Wilbur was sent to work for LVJOY. He worked there for 2 and a half years before he was announced to be transferring to CREWFU with Project: Air.

When he entered the Airship, all his eyes could do was stare at the male in front of him. Steel blue eyes and snowy pale skin was enough to tell Wilbur that it was Scott Smajor, even without his teal colored hair that was now dyed a platinum blonde. It pained him to see Scott's eyes glisten with tears and run out the room sickness poured on his expression. The others explained he's never acted like this and Wilbur brushed it off for them but he knew why Scott was acting like that.

Walking through the electrical area, being mindful of the wires on the floor, his ears could pick up a conversation. At first, he wasn't going to bother and listen in but the sound of a Scottish accent made him start to eavesdrop on the conversation. Peeking behind the corner, Wilbur could see Scott talking to another male with brown hair that covered his eyes and a pink and white scarf around his neck.

"I'll go. Just, please get some rest, alright?" The man pleaded, looking at Scott's glassy eyes. With a sorrowful nod, the man left and disappeared behind the corner. Waiting a couple seconds, Wilbur picked himself up and walked towards Scott, who had started to fidget with his gloves. Sitting across from him on a bed, Wilbur spoke up.

"Hey—"

"How?"

"What?" Wilbur asked, seeing Scott look up at him with distress in his eyes.

"How did you survive? I watched you die in front of me." His voice, God, it sounded so weak. Wilbur just wanted to hug him but he knew the Scottish man would fight him off.

"I… honestly don't know. I passed out and next thing I know, I'm on the medical bed in Facility ORIGINS." Wilbur sighed, shifting in his seating. "I thought you died as well, if we're going to be telling the truth to each other."

"I happened to grab a gun from Phil's… body and fire at the bloodthirsty bastard." Scott grimaced, his face scrunching up.

"Heh, looks like you've gotten good with a gun then, huh?" Wilbur laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. Scott let out a pity laughter, his head dipping down as silence filled the room.

"Is it selfish of me saying that I wished you'd died back there?" Scott blurted out, fidgeting once again with his gloved hand. Wilbur was shocked by this sudden comment.

"What do you—"

"Something in my mind was telling me you never died but I refused to listen. I had many doubts but when you bled out, I just went into a state of distress." Scott answered, kicking his feet back and forth.

"You never wanted to believe it. And I get it." Wilbur smiled, standing up and sitting next to the smaller figure, who immediately stiffened at the dip of the medical bed.

"Did anyone else survive? Or…?" Scott looked up at the taller male, his eyes seeming to shine with hope.

"I wasn't told anything about anyone else. I asked about you and they never gave me a clear answer." Wilbur confirmed, wincing at the change of expression from Scott's face. "I sometimes use the communicator we made together for our secret conversations and pretend you were listening from the other side."

"Pfft, you nerd." Scott laughed, shaking his head. "It's been awhile since I've used that crappy communicator. I debated on throwing it out but later kept it."

"THE Scott Smajor just called my special communicator CRAPPY?" Wilbur mockingly gasped. "I'm offended!"

"Oh come on, we both know that communicator was shit." Scott rolled his eyes, to which Wilbur sighed and nodded his head.

"Well, I know your mind is still a bit dazed by my sudden revival so I'll let you rest." Wilbur laughed, standing up and readjusting his beanie. He starts to drift away when Scott calls out to him.

"Wait!" Turning around, Wilbur is immediately met with the smaller male hugging him, his face dipped into his chest. He was stunned for a couple of seconds before smiling warmly and returning the hug, feeling the tense figure slowly slip away.

"I'm scared of losing you again." Scott muffled into his chest, and Wilbur could basically picture the embarrassed look on Scott's face. His mind flashes back to Division SBI when the murders first happened.

"Trust me Scott, I won't disappear again. And if I do, I'm giving you full custody to slap me or beat me to death again." Hearing the male laugh was enough to make Wilbur hug the man tighter.

Maybe living in CREWFU Project: Air won't be so bad after all.

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The Empress of Origins

Crewfu A Hat in Time AU : DLC 2

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Characters : Hafu | Scott | Wilbur | Fundy | DK [Mentioned] | 5up [Mentioned]

Hafu had no idea what this place was, but all she'd known is that the timepieces were here and she and the team needed them, and fast. Peeking over the holographic lines, she looked down what seemed to be a simple walk through until she heard the sound of a loud horn behind her. Swiftly turning, she barely dodged back as a bullet train dashed past her and into the tunnels. Letting out a small breath in relief, she quickly realized that in order to get out of the station, she had to catch the train.

But they moved so fast and the chances of them stopping for her are very low. Looks like she has to jump on… quite literally.

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Jumping off the roof of the bullet train, Hafu couldn't help but gasp at the sightings. Bright, neon lights and signs, tall buildings towering over her, train transportation in the skies, it was all so futuristic! And to believe all of it was underground was even more shocking! Dk is so going to like this, she smiled, knowing the male was a sucker for these types of stuff. Her eyes scanned the large square of the people talking and having a laugh and noticed how they seemed so… inhuman. Like, some had wings, some had horns and she even casted a glance at one who was just transparent!!

Her gaze then fell on a short winged man who was carrying an hourglass-like item in his hands. Hafu gasped, it was a timepiece! The man must have noticed her because he started to quickly run away, his fast speed making Hafu chase after him. Tackling the man to the ground, she wrenched the time piece out his hands and shoved him away using her foot. The man growled before standing up and limping away, earning Hafu a satisfied grin. It wasn't until she looked up when she realized the people around her had shocked and scared faces on them. Confused, she looked around, thinking that maybe it was because of her actions.

"Did that lady just—"

"Uh oh, wasn't that guy a part of you-know-who?"

"You think the Empress of you-know-who is going to punish her?"

"Are you kidding?! Of course he isn't going to spare her! Haven't you heard of what happened to the last person who did that?"

"Hey, yellow lady!" A voice yelled, earning the female's attention to turn around. A man with brown hair, grey skin that was transparent and cold blue eyes with the white part black stared at her, his feet floating off the floor. He almost looked like a ghost. "That belongs to the Empress!"

Another male, shorter than the other, with fox ears and sharp eyes appeared next to the taller male, his arms crossed. Hafu noticed the necklaces hanging off their necks; a star with rings floating around it.

"No way." Hafu hissed, holding the piece behind her back, her eyes staring daggers at them. She could hear footsteps behind her but she figured it could've been from a pedestrian walking past her.

Boy, was she wrong…

"Thank you for bringing this to me." A Scottish accent laughed, snatching the hourglass out of Hafu's hands. Yelping, she slowly turned around and looked up, her eyes widening. "And who do you work for? Let me guess… no one ?"

He looked way much taller than her, and she was 5 feet tall. He looked tall, maybe around 6 feet or more? His purple hair had smokey purple wisps around it and his golden eyes stared down at her, his scary grin plastered on his face. Tossing the hourglass in the air, he caught it and passed it over to the transparent male who gladly took it.

"Listen, I know I can't have you running around and interfering with MY jewel business!" As he said that, he walked around Hafu, who was terrified and paralyzed in her standing. Smirking, the man leaned down, his eyes meeting her shaken brown eyes. "Which is why you'll work with me!"

Standing up, he walked away, his walk seeming very formal, considering his outfit looked like he was royal; a purple dress shirt blouse with ruffles at the cuffs, high waisted shorts, thigh high socks and platform boots that covered all his lower legs and a floor length cape dragged behind him.

"Come back to my store, dear." The fox hybrid snapped his fingers at the taller male's words before directing Hafu to start following him. "We have business to discuss…"

Hafu watched as they walked away, the timepiece in the ghost's hands as he drifted next to the taller male. Letting out the breath she was holding, she looked down at the ground, holding her chest.

"5up is not going to like the news I'm going to give him."

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Reserved Seats for My Best Friends

Crewfu + Noxcrew + Scott AU

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It was Hafu's idea that the Crewfu Gang go and support Scott at MCC. So when they realized that they needed to sign a form A WEEK before MCC, it was already too late. Now here they were, standing by the pathway to the MCC Square, with no idea how they could enter even without their names filled in.

"Can we try and bribe them?" Dk brought up, earning a shake of Hafu's head.

"Scott told us the people of Noxcrew are strict. There's no way a simple bribe can let us through." She explained, her eyes following a man with steampunk-like goggles perched on his head of brown hair as he talked to a lady shorter than him with light, chocolate colored brown hair.

"Maybe we can tell them we know Scott?" Steve asked.

"Didn't you fuckin hear what Hafu said?" Dumbdog snickered, seeing the cogs in Steve's head slowly turn.

"Dumb and Dumber, back at it again." Kimi teased, making Dumbdog let out his iconic laugh.

"Hey!!" Dk whined, softly punching Kimi's arm.

"Well, there's not much we can do so maybe we can watch the live stream back at Project: Air—"

"Excuse me, is everything all right here?" Turning around, Hafu noticed the woman that was talking to the taller man was by them now, a sweet smile painted on her face.

"Ah, yes!" 5up nodded. "We just wanted to support our best friend but we sort of forgot to put our names in the list…"

"Hm, I see." The lady hummed, pulling out a complex version of a communicator; tons of buttons with different symbols on them, 4 separate channels to switch from and hanging off the end of it was a real nether star attached to a golden chain. "Say, what's your name?"

"5up, ma'am. This is Hafu, next to me." 5up pointed at the older woman, who gave her a small wave.

"Oh! Are you… by any chance, are you Crewfu?" The woman gasped, looking up from her communicator.

"Y-yes!" Kimi quickly interjected. "Wait, how do—"

"Scott mentioned you guys to us!" The woman smiled sweetly before turning around. "Follow along! We made reservations for you and your friend group." Confused, they followed the woman, who opened the gates into MCC.

The crew was taken aback by the decorations; bright flags, gift stands, torches shaped like crowns, it was all so much. The woman hummed a small tune as she led them to the bridge, which had been let down with a red carpet rolled out. Entering through, Hafu held back a gasp as they entered the Decision Dome; it was amazing!! Small rooms in the middle that were colored in the team's respected colors, large flags rolled out on the walls that had the iconic MCC Logo of a baby zombie riding a chicken with a crown on the zombie's head. Hafu could see some people already sitting in the audience, though it wasn't many. They stopped at a stairway near the middle and the woman turned to them.

"This is where you guys will be seated! Scott made sure to give you guys front row seats so you can see the action a bit better, his words, not mine." The lady laughed, pointing at the leather black benches near the quartz railings, a red rope blocking both sides with a sign attached to it, saying 'Reserved For Crewfu'

The communicator buzzed from the lady's hand, making her look down at it before rolling her eyes. "Damn Stefan, what the fuck is wrong with you and technology?" The woman spoke under her breath before looking back up at the gang. "I must be going now, enjoy MCC 14!"

The crew went up the stairs to the first row, removed the red rope and sat down, the sounds of a clock chiming with the tunes filling the room. Hafu looked over at 5up, who seemed to pull out a hologram of the teams who were participating. Looking over his shoulder, her eyes scanned the list until she pointed at Scott's name, Smajor1995.

"Aqua Axolotls, seems fitting." 5up hummed. "Oh! Hbomb is also on the team as well!"

"Really? That's awesome!" Steve grinned happily.

"I'm still concerned though… It is mentioned here that there are games that involve PvP and last I checked, Scott is easy to hurt." Tina pointed out, flipping through the holographic screen to the mini games that are going to be played.

"Have faith in him! Besides, Scott is full of surprises so who knows, he might be incredibly good at fighting!" Ellum noted, his cheerful voice breaking through.

"Mm.. okay, I'm keeping your word on that Ellum." Tina mumbled, her voice tone making it seem like she didn't trust Ellum.

"Well, it's only 10 more minutes until the gates open for competitors so we may as well get comfortable!" Hafu smiled.

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The horns blared through the room as all the teams entered in and into the Decision Dome, with some wearing colors that matched the team names. As the teams entered, everyone from the audience cheered, their loud voices echoing through. Course, Crewfu was no exception, who loudly cheered for all the teams.

"And for our next team, we have the Aqua Axolotls!" The same man that was talking to the lady announced, a spotlight shining onto the team. Everyone cheered, with Crewfu cheering the loudest. The team members waved around, with Scott just shyly smiling. His eyes scanned the audience before landing on the front row near the middle. His eyes widened, it was Crewfu, his best friends!!

Ellum yelled Scott's name, making the younger male laugh and shake his head, a smile fading onto his face. Hbomb seemed to notice and looked over to where Scott was looking. When his eyes landed on the gang, he waved at them happily. As more teams were announced, Scott kept passing glances at Crewfu, his shock still settling in behind his smile.

He's team is definitely doing good, especially with his friend's moral support behind him.

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Show Who Makes the Trains Run on Time

Crewfu A Hat in Time AU

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As Hafu ran around the underground area (to which she found out the name of it is Origins thanks to an older winged man), she couldn't help but notice some people with purple bandanas tied on their wrist. She had noticed them first when she was taking a closer look at the Ghost and Fox duo that always hung around the Jewelry Shop where the "Empress of Origins" stayed. The only difference was that they wore necklaces and they seemed higher up than the rest. Hafu had asked the Fox what was up with the bandanas around their wrist, but all she got was a scolding by him and a threat that if she didn't find more of the hourglasses, the Empress would have her head on the silver platter.

Grumbling about that thought, Hafu continued her run through Origins, hopping onto trains and dodging the neon signs that blocked her way, a bright hourglass in her hands. For some odd reason, the Fox and Ghost haven't appeared in thin air and snatched the item out her hands like they always did. So now here she was, making the long trek back to the Main Square, a fragile item in her hands that if she dropped, it would be game over for her.

Dropping off the final train, Hafu sighed, her head dizzy with stars (no pun intended considering she was working for someone who was quite literally a walking galaxy) as she trotted away to the Jewel shop, waving to some of the unnatural people around (apparently, from the Ghost, everyone around here owned the huge debt to the Empress of Origins since he made the whole area as a way to hide all of them. Anything that needs to be done, it's done.)

"Hafu?" An American tone spoke up, making Hafu turn around with confusion. Her confusion turned into shock as she watched Steve, a close friend along with DK and 5up, run up to her, his red jacket standing out of the crowd of black and dark clothes.

"Steve? What the hell are you doing here!" Hafu asked, holding the hourglass close to her chest.

"I could ask YOU the same question!!" Steve answered back, his eyes trailing around the entire area. "I happen to overhear 5up and you talking about how the Timepieces Hunt down isn't going great so I figured I jump in and help—"

"You fucking IDIOT!" Hafu hissed, smacking Steve's head with her hand, making the taller male yelp and hold his head, rubbing it. "I had it under control but now that you're here, I might fuck it all up again!"

"What do you mean? Are you talking about the 'Empress of Origins' person?" Steve grinned, puffing his chest out, something he did to show he was brave. "Please! I'll beat the Empress of Origins down to a pulp!" Groaning, Hafu mentally gave herself a face palm before shaking her head and turning around.

"Look, just follow me and do not do anything stupid." With a hum, the two walked through the Main Square, with Steve every now and then asking about the people around, to which Hafu ignored and refused to answer his questions. Finally, they made it to the Jewelry store, Hafu stopping Steve from entering to quickly explain what not to do.

"They can't be that bad, right?" Steve laughed, grabbing ahold of the handle and pulling it open, the chiming of the bell ringing filling the room.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY A TRICK ON ME HERE CHARLIE?!" Hafu covered her mouth in shock as she watched the Empress of Origins scream at a smaller male, a green translucent over his body, his wrist being held by the much taller male. She noticed a difference with the taller male; gone was his red suit and gloves and now was a black dress shirt, a spiked choker on his neck and see-through fabric near his collarbone area. Ruffles were on the cuffs of his sleeves and Hafu could now see purple galaxies painted onto his fingertips. Gone were the dark red pants and in was a long, black skirt with golden embroidery of stars and moons threaded on, a veil-like fabric also on top of it as well.

"N-not at all Scott! I don't know what you mean!" The male laughed nervously, trying to break away from the Empress of Origins grip.

"Do you take me as an idiot…?" The Empress, Scott, growled, with Hafu noticing his eyes start to glow a deep purple as wisps of Velvet Blue started to surround his head, whipping around like a tornado tearing through fields of green grass.

"Not at all, Scott!" The male, Charlie, smiled weakly. Scott let out a pity laugh before throwing the smaller male onto the floor. Cold air flew past Hafu and Steve as both the Ghost and the Fox swiftly passed her, seeming to appear out of thin air, startling Steve with a yelp. The two waltzed behind Charlie, the Fox grabbing his arms and harshly pulling him up from the ground, ignoring how Charlie seemed to already be scrambling back up.

"Fundy, do me a favor, would you?" Scott gave a pity glance at Charlie before the facade dropped and a sickening grin was suddenly painted onto his face. The same grin he gave Hafu when she first got the Time Piece.

"Yes, Empress?" The Fox, Fundy, asked, but from the look in his eyes, he must have already known the answer.

"Show him who makes the Trains run on time." With that, Fundy nodded, his eyes glistening with evil victory as he dragged Charlie out the store. Hafu was paralyzed in fear as she watched the male scream in horror while Steve just remained speechless. His eyes fell back onto Hafu, realizing the Hourglass was now out of her hands.

"The Time Piece—!" Steve gasped, snapping Hafu out her paralyzed moment, her brown eyes darting to her hands before looking back at Scott. She watched as the Ghost handed Scott the Hourglass, a triumphing smile on his dead, grey skin. Steve looked at the two as Scott tossed the hourglass in the air, watching the shimmering liquid inside of it tumble.

"Hafu, dear." Scott hummed, sending Hafu into another paralyzed moment.

"Y-yes?"

"Let that be a reminder." Scott slammed the Time Piece onto the desk, his eyes now burning with rage.

"Don't let that, BE YOU!"

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 Cryogenic Sleep

C!Scott Headcanon Story

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Headcanon : Ever since he started OneLife, Scott had been in a Cryogenic Sleep for 5 years.

It was so cold. Scott couldn't feel his fingers as he wandered around the Purgatory, the murky grey void seeming to surround him. Bringing his leather jacket closer to his shivering body, Scott held his hands close to his mouth, blowing into them in order to bring some sort of warmth to him. His vision was getting more glassy and blurry, and his walking became more struggling and slow. His throat was dry and his hair was messy. Everything was wrong. Where was Madame Death?

"Madame Death…?" Scott croaked out, his throat so tired to even scream out her name. Falling to his knees, he coughed, the misty winter air spilling out his mouth. The air was becoming more thin, he couldn't take a single breath of air without coughing more of the wintry mist. Looking up, he could barely make out a dark figure walking towards him, the figure having a flowy motion behind them. The figure met him at his lowered figure, a soft hum filling his ears.

"Sweet child of Immortality, it's time for you to awaken from your slumber." The lady hummed, holding Scott in her arms as his breath started to disappear away from his lungs, the mist surrounding his head like the moon going around the earth. Scott let out a broken sob, his tears falling down his snowy, porcelain doll skin.

"Madame Death, I don't want to wake up. I don't want to go back to the World. Please, just let me go to the Skies." He sobbed, his slate blue eyes starting to fog with the winter blizzard.

"You won't wake up in the Cruel World, my Child of Immortality, for you will awaken in a peaceful world where your life will not be held by a puppet." The lady smiled, her soft eyes and voice making the Scottish man start to go sleepy. "Rest your eyes, child. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Trusting the lady, Scott closed his eyes and his breathing halted. He felt as if he was falling, the cold brushing past his arms and watered down face.

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Opening his eyes, Scott was met with himself being in some sort of chamber, a glass view window in front of him. The chamber opened as cold fog filled his vision. Struggling to sit up, Scott felt something on his arms and looked down. IV's were pinned into his skin like knives stabbing him which were connected to a blood bag of some sort and another bag filled with a shimmering silver liquid. Reaching to his left arm, Scott bit back a whimper as he ripped the IV off of him before doing the same thing to his other arm. Feeling towards his face, he felt a gas mask over his mouth. Digging his blue tipped fingers into the mask, he ripped it off, a shallow breath escaping his mouth. Coughing, Scott slowly got out of the chamber, falling to his knees as he hit the cold, tile floor. Whimpering, Scott let the tears fall from his face, a sob erupting from his throat. His body ached with sheer coldness and his hair was tattered with crystallized snowflakes.

He flinched as the sound of sliding doors opened and the sounds of a pair of footsteps ran to him. He felt a pair of arms around him, the warmth comforting him. Pulling his weak arms around the figure, Scott dug his head into the crook of the person's neck. Feeling the person rub circles onto his back made the tense figure of Scott die down, slumping forward further into the embrace.

"Hey Scott, it's okay, look, it's me." Pulling away from the embrace, the Scottish man whimpered as he felt a hand hold his face and made him look at the figure. Arctic blue eyes met Emerald green eyes and Scott couldn't help but grin sadly. It was his close friend and partner in crime, Noxite. Bringing him into another hug, Scott held him closely, afraid of letting the older male go, which Noxite couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's clinginess. A cold breath slipped through his mouth as he scrunched his eyes closed and cold blue fingertips balling into fist as he clutched the white shirt of Noxite.

"How long… was I in there for?" Scott mumbled into Noxite's neck, seeking warmth from his best friend.

"5 years at most. I'm so sorry." Noxite replied, a wave of guilt falling onto his shoulders. "The Chamber malfunctioned and we couldn't get you out. I was scared that I lost you."

Letting a sob mixed with a laugh, Scott slowly pulled away from his friend, wiping his pricked tears away from his eyes. It was then Noxite noticed his shivering figure and blue tipped fingers that made him help up the younger one, picking him up bridal style, making sure he didn't touch the red beads on his arms from where the IV's were injected into.

"Come on, I'll carry you to the Medical Bay and I can get you some warm clothes. I'm pretty sure you have some stuff to talk about." Noxite smiled, seeing his friend lean his head onto his shoulder and close his eyes. "Well, after you take a moment and breathe about everything."

A soft hum escaped Scott's lips as his breathing fell to a nice pattern. His sounds went deaf as the two exited out of the Cryogenic Chambers and into the hallway, the moonlight shining through the windows of the winter that was happening outside.

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Her Beloved Sun, Moon & Star

Universeborne Trio

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Noctis always told stories about Hybrid Hunters to Lauren, Scott and Noxite ever since they were little. It's not like the three even cared about it, since they played make-believe and pretended to be Hunters when they were 5. Still, Noctis wanted her Beloved Sun, Moon and Star to be safe from them. That's when the training to control their abilities happened. She was afraid of what could happen to them if they were caught, she wanted her close ones to be safe no matter what.

When the trio created Project: Championships, Noctis felt even more afraid than ever. That fear was calmed after Scott made an unbreakable promise to never let Lauren or Noxite get hurt by Hunters who could possibly join Project: Championships over the course of the years. She would never admit it to Scott, but she was more afraid of him being caught than her Beloved Bright Sun and her Pale Moon. Scott was special in many ways; his snowy, milky pale skin mixed with his galaxy-like freckles that painted over his cheeks, nose and his body, his eyes that seemed like she was looking at the universe itself and his smile, it was obvious that he was different. He had a piece of everyone in the group; Lauren's bright smile, Noxite's dark sarcasm, and Noctis's kind eyes.

She wanted nothing to happen to her Lonely Star. He was young, but yet, smart. He had gotten away with mischief and his skill at lying was perplexing. He must have picked it up from the Sun and the Moon, not like she cared about what they taught him (Noctis technically draws the line at teaching him how to curse… not like it stopped Noxite and Lauren). But it worried Noctis whenever the younger star would disappear at night and come back in the morning, minor injuries on his porcelain skin. She wanted to keep him safe, no matter what.

Even if it means sacrificing herself.

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"Scott? It's me, Lauren." The older female entered the star's room, being careful as to not bump into anything, considering it was so dark. Looking at the bed, Lauren's eyes softened as she saw Scott's figure laying down on his side, turned away from Lauren and instead towards the wall away from the door. Sighing, she shuffled over to his bed and sat down beside him, seeing how he flinched at the dip of the bed. "How're you doing?"

"Is Noctis okay?" The Scottish man mumbled, Lauren catching on his hoarse throat. Probably from that scream.

"I just talked with Stefan about that. She'll be fine, the stake didn't pass through her heart so she'll survive." Lauren explained, leaning a bit back to try and see Scott's face but to no avail.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have let the Hunters in." Scott whimpered, bringing his legs closer to his chest. "I'm the reason she almost died."

"No, no it's not your fault Scott!" Lauren shook her head, her fingers gliding in the air before a small ball of light hovered in her palm. Holding it over to Scott, she noticed his silver tears still falling down his face, his freckles losing the bright colors and turning into a dark void. "You need to stop blaming yourself over every little thing."

"But it's true!" Scott shuffled to sit upright and brought his knees to his chest, clutching his head as the room around him seemed to spin. "And we both know that! I'm a Starborne for goodness sake!! Of course people are going to be after me." Looking down to his hands, Scott's eyes fell onto his right hand where on his ring finger, a beautiful Crescent moon ring sat snuggling on his milky pale skin.

"Scott!" Lauren hissed, scooting closer to the younger male till she was face to face, her legs crossed together as she placed the small ball of light in between the two of them. "Stop it, what would Noctis think if she heard you now?" Scott didn't reply, the sound of the light wind brushing against the skylight windows being the only sound in the room.

"She would scold me, and tell me to stop saying those types of stuff about myself." Scott mumbled, looking back up at Lauren, his eyes softening at her appearance; brown hair and honey yellow eyes with white, glowing freckles scattered all over her face.

"Exactly! Which is why I'm telling you to not think about those things!" Lauren spoke, grabbing ahold of his left hand and holding it, like they used to do back when they were little kids. "So here's what is going to happen; I need to sleep for the sun. You and Noxite can go visit Noctis and stay up as long as you need to. Just don't wake me up, got it?"

The silence filled the room before Lauren could see Scott numbly nod at her, leaving her with a happy smile on her face. Letting the ball of light die out in her hands, she pulled the younger one into a hug, feeling him tense at the sudden contact before relaxing and giving her a hug back. Standing up from the bed, Lauren gave a wave to Scott before shuffling out his room, being mindful of how dark it was now.

As she exited out into the hallway, Lauren was met with Noxite standing out his room, leaning against the wall while flipping a gold coin in his hands. Seeing how he didn't notice her, Lauren snatched the coin from midair, seeing Noxite jump at the sight and turn around at her. Seeing it was the older woman, he sighed, a small laugh escaping his mouth.

"How is he?" Noxite asked, pushing himself off the wall.

"He's a little guilty but he's recovering." Lauren explained, shutting the door behind her with a 'click' !

Humming in response, Noxite followed Lauren down the hallways, the moonlight shining down from the large windows and onto the marble floor, the reflection seeming to lighten Noxite.

"Were you listening to our conversation?"

"Yeah, I just happened to pass by and see you enter his room, despite the fact you were supposed to be asleep by now." Noxite nodded.

"Jeez, creep much?" Lauren snickered, seeing his offended look. "Kidding!"

"Figured as much." Noxite rolled his eyes, earning a mean jab from the older lady, making him yelp. "Okay, okay!! I'll take it back!" Laughing, the two stopped at a door near the entrance of the hallway. Lauren tossed him his coin as she opened the door to her room, waving goodnight to her friend.

"I'll see you and Scott tomorrow!"

"Mm hm, see you soon Lauren."

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Closeted Heart - Sending the Calling Card

Part 1 / 2

Crewfu Persona 5 Royal AU

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It was July 27 when all of Crewfu got together to send the Calling Card. But this calling card was nothing like the horrid adults the Thieves have been up against, no. It was a Calling Card to Scott, who had asked [basically forced] them to change his heart. Since then, the Thieves have gotten one more member apart of the group, Janet Major, the older sister of Scott.

"Are you all ready to send the calling card?" Steve asked, holding a red card in between his index and middle finger.

"Looks like it. I'll be on watch out duty!" Apollo smiled, however, 5up could hear him whisper under his breath, "Sorry Toast for doing this."

"Hold on, how are we even going to get Scott to let us into the room?" Annie asked, sending silence through the team. They never thought that through. "We can't just bluntly tell him to open the door without an explanation."

"We um, coax him?" 5up brought up, only earning a jab from Janet's elbow. Yelping in pain, he shut his mouth quickly.

"That seems a bit rash." Hafu replied, straightening her yellow tank top. "This is Scott, he's been shut in for almost an entire year and a couple of months!"

"Hm, I might have an idea." Janet spoke up, earning everyone's attention.

"What is it?" Annie asked.

"It's actually pretty straightforward." Janet smiled. "Scott doesn't know what's happening in his Palace, correct? With that, if we tell him that we've come to steal his heart he HAS to open the door!"

"Wait, that's it?" Hafu gasped, sitting up.

"Scott does want us to change his heart." Steve mumbled, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "It's his desire that can hopefully let him open the door."

The room went silent before 5up spoke up.

"Let's go."

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The group stood by Scott's door, the door having a streak of dull cyan painted, saying 'DO NOT ENTER' on a simple white sign. If 5up squinted enough, he could see blue lights peeking out the bottom crack of the door.

"Toast we are so sorry for breaking into the house… again." Annie groaned, leaning against the wall. Rolling his eyes, Dakotaz lifted his hand into a fist and knocked on the door.

"Hello, Scott? You're in there, aren't you?" No response. "Please answer me." When still no reply came through, 5up decided to speak up as well.

"Smajor, there's no point in ignoring us, we know you are in there so just talk to us. Even if it's through chat messages, just answer." As if on cue, 5up's phone buzzed in his pocket. Swiftly taking it out, his eyes danced on screen as Scott typed out his message.

Scott : You should have told me you were coming here

"In order to change your heart we need you to open this door for us." Dakotaz answered, looking over 5up's shoulder to see the phone screen. "We won't be able to change your heart if you don't open this door!"

Scott : BUT I'M NOT MENTALLY PREPARED???

5up : Then start getting mentally prepared now, Scott.

Scott : THIS IS TO SUDDEN FOR ME YOU KNOW!!

"Scott, the other you inside the palace needs you to open this door for us!" Janet immediately piped up, standing next to Dakotaz by the door.

Scott : The other me?

"Yes! Deep down, you know you want to open this door!!" Janet gasped, a small smile forming on her lips.

Scott : Give me some time then.

"5 seconds." Annie quickly answered, almost causing 5up to cough up a laugh.

Scott : NO WAY THAT IS TOO SHORT!!

Scott : Give me at LEAST a couple of minutes!

Sighing, Dakotaz looked away from the phone and back down the hallway of the house saying, "Fine but if Toast comes back, I won't hesitate to kick down this door and let ourselves in."

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"Times up, Smajor." 5up knocked on the door after a whole minute passed of them waiting. A buzz notified the team as 5up looked down at his screen.

Scott : Okay, I'm opening the door

"He's actually going to open it." Janet mumbled, her hand over her mouth.

"We need him to, otherwise the door in his Palace will never be unlocked!" Annie mentioned, her mind going back to what Shadow Scott said about the door.

"True." Hafu nodded, looking at the door. "Scott, can you open the door now pl—"

A small 'click' echoed as the door in front of them that was once shut completely with no chances of it ever being opened, was now displacing a small crack of blue light to the group, shocking Janet the most.

"Let's go." Steve's determined voice huffed.

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This is [Not] Actually My Win, Thank You

Crewfu + Scott Smajor AU / Headcanon

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Trigger Warnings : Graphic Descriptions of Gore | Weapons | Attempted Murder | Mentions of Toxic Gas | Mentions of Explosives | Possible Death Mentioned (Open Ending)

8 pm, 4 more hours.

Scott stared at the clock, his eyes dyed with boredom. He could hear his best friends laugh at another joke a man with curly brown hair that covered his eyes had said. He couldn't bother to laugh along, since something else filled his mind. Sighing, the Scottish man stood up and announced his departure to go and hit the hay. The others bid him a good rest and he left and went out into the cold, snowy Facility of Skeld, letting out a broken sob that had been clogged in his throat for the longest time. There was only a couple hours left before his friends forget they're friends and start their…

"Stop it Scott, you're a big boy, stop crying." The Scottish man whispered to himself, wiping away the tears that started to fall on his face. Quickly shuffling to the large building where he and his crew slept in, he entered and went straight to his room, not bothering to even sign himself in. Hafu's going after my neck if I continue to do that. Then again, she'll be after my neck quite literally within a couple of hours.

Entering his room, the platinum blonde haired man locked his door before sliding a chair underneath the doorknob, making sure it firmly held the door shut. Walking over to his window, he placed a board on the glass, making sure it securely stayed in place. The last time he didn't do that, he faced the wrath of a Bloodthirsty Janet swinging a knife at the back of his neck. That event still gives him nightmares; he wasn't even able to look at Janet that entire week without getting flashbacks to that.

Sitting on his bed, Scott opened his bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of pills, respectively named 'Hectocelex' . Opening the bottle, he dumped out four tablets and threw them into his mouth, desperately trying to ignore the awful taste it left on his tongue. Closing the bottle of pills, he quickly threw them back into his drawer, making sure it was hidden underneath all the junk he periodically forgets to throw away. Before laying down on his bed, he casted a glance at the alarm clock next to his bed.

7:15 pm

"Out of all people, why must it have been me and Crewfu? Couldn't it have been Division SBI or Division WLFBELLE?" Scott groaned, digging his head into his pillow. "Fuckin toxic gas and fuckin explosives, this is why I hate you." He couldn't fall asleep.

He doesn't even remember the last time he even got a nice slumber.

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12 am… it's midnight.

Pulling himself out of bed, the younger male changed out of his iconic suit to a simple grey shark hoodie (with a long sleeved black shirt underneath) and high waisted shorts and thigh high socks with two white stripes painted on the top, complimenting his worn out black and white converses. Grabbing his bag next to his bedside, Scott took a deep breath in, slowly removed the chair from the door and opened his door as quietly as possible. Checking the hallways, he could see no one in them, making him step foot outside the safe haven of his bedroom.

Digging into the side of his bag, he pulled out a small flashlight and shined it down the hall, the snow seeming to fall even more. He must be alone in the dormitories for now. Taking that thought into mind, Scott turned off his light and ran down the hall and into the snowy area, the cold seeming to bounce off him and not affect him at all. He knew it wouldn't last though. The toxin gas only did a few things good to him. Checking the area around him, he caught a glimpse of a young woman slouched onto the comms wall, blood surrounding her and splattered onto her body. It was Kimi's body, to be more specific.

Anyone else would go and see if she was okay, but not Scott. He'd played her game for months now, she wasn't getting him again. Letting out a soft breath, Scott tried to sneakily tip toe past Kimi, as he didn't want to deal with her now. But apparently the God's decided to ruin his luck as Kimi snapped awake, her bloodthirsty red eyes snapping over to Scott's figure. With a loud scream, she grabbed a knife that was next to her and started to slash at Scott, grunting and huffing heavily as each swing was thrown at him. Scott dodged with quick wits, knowing exactly how she played the game; she was fast, but her swings were rough, giving him multiple ways out of this situation, which he did.

Grabbing her wrist where the knife was held in, Scott pulled the smaller woman forward, making her lose her balance and trip. Dragging her over to the comms pole, he slammed her wrist onto it before grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the side of his belt and snapping them onto both her wrist, making sure her hands were around the pole and the wrist were tight on her. Scott watched with a somber expression as Kimi started to pull against the cuffs, her grunts and angry yells slowly fading into her heated sobs, but it didn't convince the man to let her go. Taking his glance at her, Scott left her, walking towards the office building.

Letting out a heavy sigh, the Scottish man walked to the meeting room, grabbing a notebook off the shelf in the process. Leaning himself onto the table, Scott opened the notebook and checked the logs.

"Kimi, Janet, Ellum, Koji, Steve, Apollo, Dk, 5up and… Hafu." Scott mumbled, gulping down the nervous saliva in his throat when he came upon Hafu's name. Last time he went against Hafu, there were so many times he was supposed to die if it wasn't for the Toxin Gas that he inhaled giving him some advantages. Which reminds him, he needs to make contact with Facility ORIGINS about the incident soon. After scratching out Kimi's name and closing his notebook, Scott left the meeting room and into Vitals room, only casting a fast glance at the screen. His friend's names were painted in red, which told the younger male that they were too far to be brought back.

For now, he just needs to survive until morning.

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When it comes to Janet, Scott always feels guilty of trapping her, considering he sees the lady as a sister. But it was for her own good. Besides, Scott didn't believe that Janet would be so happy that she killed her only brother figure with a knife in a defenseless fight, which was happening right now.

Dodging her swing of an axe, Scott tumbled into the snow, hissing in pain as his side smacked into the Node below Medical Bay. Janet acted quickly and aimed her axe at him, throwing it down with a maniacal laughter escaping her bloodied lips. Rolling away, Scott grabbed the rope that had fallen out of his bag and pushed himself up quickly, just in time to dodge another swing. Swiftly going behind Janet, the Scottish man tied the rope around her body, the female screaming and struggling in the grasp. That's going to leave rope burns…

Tying off the final bit, Scott snatched the axe out her hands as she pushed herself against the wall, her struggles becoming more and more sloppy to the point where she seemed to almost give up and slide down the wall, her bloodshot eyes glaring at Scott. Turning away, Scott limped into the Medical Bay, grabbing his bag off the floor and dragging the axe on the ground.

Entering the large room, he dragged himself to the mirror and stared at himself; his once tamed hair was tattered with snow and blood and his once pretty steel blue eyes were covered by his eye bags and a cut sliced deeply into the side of his face. Sighing, he focused on that part and watched as his skin seemed to stitch itself back together, the sickening sound of flesh being pulled made the Scottish man grimace in disgust. As it fully healed, he grabbed a towel and wiped the remaining blood splatters on his face and neck, making a mental reminder to wash the towel before anyone finds it.

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When it comes to Koji and Ellum, they have a mind that connects with each other. Every thought is painted in their minds, making it hard for Scott to fight them back. Struggling in Ellum's grasp, the Scottish man let out a loud scream as Koji stabbed his stomach with his alien-like tentacle that made it look like he had a tail. Grunting, he kicked off the older male before shoving the taller male holding him into the wall, hearing the sickening crack and hellish scream erupting from Ellum's throat. With quick precision, Scott started to run to his bag, which Koji had thrown away from him when they got the jump on him. He really wished he didn't have to do this but the duo left him with no other choice.

Grabbing the gun and suppressor, he swiftly clipped on the suppressor just in time for Ellum to tackle him back to the ground, his hands flying to Scott's neck.

"Don't make this so difficult, Scottie Boy~!" Ellum giggled maniacally, watching the Scottish man gasp and squirm for air. He watched as Scott's eyes flashed with anger before he felt multiple bullets shoot in his chest. The shorter male kicked him off, landing a bullet into his head before pointing his gun at Koji and landing three bullets into his head. The silence filled the air as the realization kicked in that he 'killed' them both. Coughing, Scott knew they would soon heal up and attack him so he grabbed his bag and gun and ran off, his eyes watering with fear. He could basically imagine the bruises that linger in his neck and the large scar that would be on his stomach. The healing abilities he has won't certainly fix up the bruises, and he's running out of makeup to hide the multiple bruises on his body (since had used most of the foundation to hide a large gash from the last hunt that happened the night before). Back to the lying book again…

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Dumb and Dumber, as Scott calls them. Dumb and Dumber, also known as Steve and Dk, the most stupidest yet lovable duo Scott could have ever wished for. Well, he only likes them when they're NOT trying to kill him and rip his heart out. The two are Jokers, having a grand time watching others fall for their stupid traps, but not Scott. He's played their tricks and games for far too long.

Shooting at the third explosives, Scott groaned before yelling out to the duo. "YOU FUCKERS! JUST GET OUT FROM YOUR HIDING PLACE AND FACE ME ALREADY!!"

Silence filled the specimen room as the Scottish man wiped away the gunpowder splattered on his face and continued his limp down the hallway. One of the explosives had caught him off guard and he hadn't had the time to relax and fully heal, so he was pretty vulnerable. Seeing the automatic doors to leave the specimen lab, a small breath of relief left his cracked lips, his hands flying to the door as it opened with a 'click!'

Entering the decontamination room, Scott leaned against the tile wall and looked down at his leg, seeing the burnt scars and scratches deeply sliced. Focusing as much as his brain can, his eyes watched as his skin stitched together with the same disgusting sounds of flesh filling the smaller room. As it fully healed, Scott made another mental reminder to throw away his pair of socks; the last thing he wants to do is accidentally wear them and get questioned about the rips on them.

The doors opened and the male stepped out, taking in the smell of light lavender filling the room. With his newly fixed leg, Scott made his way to the Admin table, watching the hologram of Facility Skeld's map pop up.

"Three in Admin? But, I'm the only one here?" Scott mumbled, his eyes scanning the Admin room labeled. He felt lost in thought until he realized what was wrong. But it was already too late. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his arms and hold them back, causing the taller male to scream. The person has also discarded his gun and threw it away. Struggling in the grasp of whoever was holding him, Scott's eyes watched as a male with a large witch hat and black glasses perched on their nose walked up to him, a knife shimmering in their hand. Dk…

Grunting, Scott kicked away the male before moving his leg back into Steve's leg, pulling it forward to make the taller male drop onto his back. Looking around for his gun, he saw it laying on the floor near him. Running to it, he could hear Steve's growl before he gripped Scott's ankle, causing the taller male to trip and fall face first into the ground. Not like it stopped Scott as he grabbed the gun and spun onto his back, shooting bullets in Steve's head like firecrackers. Quickly reloading his gun, Scott aimed it at Dk, who was now up again, his bloodshot eyes dyed with crazy. With a small sigh and a little mumble of 'I'm sorry' , Scott shot at the older male, his ears ringing with flesh being ripped apart and the aftermath of the bullets flying.

Pulling himself up from the floor, Scott limped over to the Admin Table again, this time, to look at the clock chiming away.

5 am… just one more hour.

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He was so tired. Scott just wanted to close his eyes but he knew if he let his guard down for one moment, it'll be his head on the platter, quite literally when hiding from Apollo. Scott hates small spaces and dark rooms but if it means surviving another day while playing Apollo's sick game of Hide and Seek, he'll take it.

"Ohh Scott~! Where are you?" Apollo's laughter filled the Oxygen Room as Scott shuffled closer to the tree he was behind. He knew he would get caught, his gun was luckily hilted on his waist belt so he had a chance. Well then again, Apollo also had a gun, just with faster firing range, thanks to his past training. Holding his hand to his mouth, Scott flinched as he heard the doors to Oxygen Room open and the sound of boots stepping on the moist grass. A soft hum filled the room as the younger male hunched his shoulders, making himself feel smaller.

"Found you!" The other male laughed, grabbing Scott's arm and forcefully dragging him out from behind the tree. A cry left Scott's mouth as he was thrown to the ground and pinned down by the taller male, a kitchen knife in his hands. Desperately struggling, the Scottish man tried to release his trapped arms above his head from Apollo's grip but was stopped when the knife dived straight for his shoulder. A mix of a cry and scream erupted from his lips, soft whimpers filling the room.

"Please, I'm begging you, stop!" Scott whimpered as Apollo's sociopathic laugh filled the air, his eyes watering with tears. Feeling the grip loosen, Scott dove his hand to his arm and shoved the knife away from his shoulder, holding back a sob as the sickening metal broke away from his flesh. Kicking away the male, Scott scrambled away, his back against the tree as he fished out his gun, aiming it at Apollo, hesitation filling his brain. The taller male picked himself off the ground, his knuckles pale white from the grip of the knife. Dilated pupils glared at Scott as a growl escaped Apollo's mouth. Not wanting to be dog food to him, Scott opened fire, his bullets dancing around Apollo as he dodged them with quick reflexes. Realizing that it wouldn't work, Scott pulled himself up from the tree and ran out the Oxygen Room, clutching his still bleeding shoulder. How much longer until 6 am?!

Scott ran through the snowy area, his vision going blurred. No, no! I'm not dying like this!

He was about to enter Medical Bay before he skidded to a stop. Two figures, one male and one female, stood by the door, the female holding a knife while the male held a Pistol. It was 5up and Hafu. Whimpering, Scott turned and was going to run the other way but saw Apollo standing there, his grin painted with murder. Scott turned back to the duo, noticing Hafu slowly approaching him, a grin painted on her face as well. It was too late for Scott. With a sad smile, he walked over to Hafu, holding out his hands as a gesture for a hug, to which she took. A broken sob escaped Scott's mouth as he dug his face into her shoulder, tears staining her yellow sweater. The sickening slice of a knife cut through his stomach as the taste of copper filled his mouth. It's 6 am…

Letting out a watery laugh, Scott closes his eyes, his breathing slowly falling and the world around him going deaf. The last thing he could hear was a cry and a scream from Hafu as she held the Scottish man in her arms.

Chapter Text

He's My Roommate | He's Also a God

DSMP!Jack Manifold & MCC!Scott

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Every week, an odd man appears in different universes, like he's supposed to be there despite not. No one has seen what he truly looks like, they've only seen glimpses of his appearance, and every time, they are different. Some say he had beautiful cyan hair that dipped into a dark ocean blue at the ends, while others say he has dark purple hair with swirls of dark blue, pink and white speckles scattered on his hair. Some say he looks like a God, some say he looks like a Star who'd fallen from the skies, and others say he is just an ordinary boy.

No one knows who he is. Except for one person.

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Jack had just been finishing up fixing his sword again when he felt cold air rush around him. He figured nothing much, considering where he was currently located, the snow breeze never seemed to calm down no matter what the season was. Another gust of cold air blew past him, this time, with more force than the last one, nearly knocking him off his feet. Jack realized, at that moment, what it was.

Or rather, who it was.

"Hey Smajor." Jack turned around, his eyes looking up and staring right at a mask of gold with beautiful carvings drilled into it. Underneath the mask, Jack could barely make out an eye glowing with arctic blue and silver tears tainted on the God's cheeks, like they've been crying. They were taller than Jack, their feet barely touching the floor and stars that littered their hands, face, and hair.

"Jack." The God responded, a voice with a tone of Scottish echoed through Jack's ears and home as he turned back around and placed the sword to the side before starting to clean up his messy workspace.

"You know, you don't have to be in God mode when you see me, right?" Jack looked over at the floating God again, who only cocked their head to the side like a lost puppy. "I know what you look like in your human form, it's okay."

As he said that, a soft glow surrounded the God as they landed on the wooden floor. The soft glow disappeared as Jack's eyes now saw another person in front of him now. Cyan hair dyed down to ocean blue near the ends, arctic blue eyes and snowy pale skin. Gone were the white and icy blue robes and now they wore a simple leather jacket of black with gold buttons and golden embroidery stitched on the bottom hem and crease near the neck, with high waisted jeans colored black and a pair of brown boots.

"There's my favorite entity!" Jack joked as he clapped at the, now human form, God. The former God stared blankly at the younger male, which made Jack shake his head and say, "We just need to work on eye contact." When no response came through, Jack just sighed. He knew Smajor didn't enjoy talking, in fact, it was rare to even hear a sentence from them. But Jack tried. He wanted the God that basically was his best friend to speak.

"Did you need me for anything or did you just wanna see your favorite Mortal?" Jack questioned, a smile on his face. The Former God simply nodded as they held their hand out. As they did, an entire shower of paper ripped apart formed in their hands, before a nearly, enveloped, letter was now laying softly on the palm of their hand. On it, a stamp of wax with a red 'NC' lightly dusted with gold was enough to tell Jack what it was. "Is it time again?"

Smajor nodded. They were a God in a small Universe known as MCC. Well, they were a God but ever since a certain incident, the other God's stripped them of their power, leaving them as just a messenger for others. Only Jack knew about their power being stripped, and he was there when Smajor stumbled into his house, looking the worse for wear; their cyan hair was a mess, and the beautiful arctic eyes were duller than swamp water. It was that day Jack was going to fight the other God's for hurting his friend, and if it wasn't for Smajor to stop him, Jack might have done it.

"Jack?" The Scottish tone from the God snapped Jack back into reality as he held the letter in his hands, very carefully like it was made of glass and if he accidentally held it too harshly, it would break in hands. "Okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm just thinking!" Jack laughed, placing the letter on his desk. The taller God looked at him with curiosity. "Well, do you have anywhere to go? Like, a home or another universe?"

No response.

"If you want to, you can stay here…?" Jack offered, noticing how Smajor seemed to be taken aback by the sudden offer. "I mean, you don't HAVE to, I just figured since, you know, the other God's in MCC don't really like you after the recent incident. So if you want to, I can make another room and you can live with me!!"

"Live?" Smajor echoed back.

"Yeah! Like uh– like roommates!" Jack stumbled over his words, already seeming to regret asking the Immortal God on his offer. After all, they did have the MCC God's as Family, right? A silence fell over the two.

"Roommates." Smajor nodded, their arctic blue eyes darting to look at the floor.

"Is that a yes?"

A nod again was enough to make Jack cheer.

"Hell yeah!!" Jack laughed. "I can get started working on the expansion of this home so that you can have your own room! After this Championship is over, you can live here!" Smajor looked at him before a light smile crept on their face. Soon, that smile broke into a giggle. Jack grinned at his soon-to-be roommate's giggle, as it was the first time they actually giggled in front of him.

"Go now." Smajor hummed. Jack looked back at him before sighing. It was a sign that they had to leave.

"I was your last visitor, huh?" A nod. "Well, next time you stop by, the room will be done! I promise." Jack smiled.

"I'll see you then, right Smajor?"

"Yes." Smajor nodded. "Soon."

"Awesome!" Jack laughed. Another soft glow filled the room, surrounding Smajor once again. "See you at MCC Smajor!!"

As the glow disappeared and the cold God vanished, Jack could hear an echoing voice which made him smile even more.

"I'll see you soon, Jack."

Chapter Text

The Return to the Fairy Tales

Fairytale Fallout!Scott

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"Alright, I'm calling it here." A man with cyan hair and slate blue eyes faked a yawn, stretching his arms up. "I'm completely exhausted and I don't think I can spend another 3 minutes staying up and listening to 5up making jokes."

"Aw, so you love my jokes!" Another man with brown hair curled, 5up, cooed, looking at the cyanette with a glimmer of sarcasm in his tone. "Come on Scott, just admit I make better jokes!"

"Yeah, no." The cyanette, Scott, shook his head, laughing. "Instead, I'm running like the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland and heading straight to bed!" Ignoring 5up's commotion about how it was the 3rd time Scott has made a fairy tale reference, the cyanette disappeared around the corner and into a hallway.

The hallway was large, with 10 sets of doors on the walls, 5 on the left and the other 5 on the right. Inside each door was a room decorated by the others, the Crewfu. Scott wandered the halls all the way to the end until he reached a door painted white with stickers placed on (some of them were ripped from the time Scott tried to remove them). Opening the door, Scott took in the mess of his room.

There were scattered papers around and on his desk, his laptop was still open with his wallpaper displaying him and a lady with purple hair with a bear ear headband nested on top smiling at the camera. His ceiling had hanging fairy lights of light purple and golden yellow dimming down, and his white and blue bed sheets were tossed over on one corner from when he woke up from the nightmare he had in the morning. He could still remember it; being chased in a village, people yelling at him before he fell into a hole and plummeted into darkness.

Shaking off the awful nightmare, Scott shut his door from behind and walked over to his laptop, opening up a new tab to Google. Clicking on the search bar, Scott let his fingers glide across the keyboard as he searched up what his dream was about, hoping to find some answers. As he did so, he took a glance at his bed for a second before double taking on it. His typing stopped as Scott slowly straightened up to look at his bed. Or rather, what was on his bed.

Laying down in the middle was a large book. It was covered with beautiful leather and golden embroidery along the edges and spine. In bold, gold, words were "Grimm Brothers Fairy Tales" that were slated and neatly written in cursive. Curious, Scott grabbed the book and held it in his hands. It was heavy, but nothing too much for the cyanette's hands as he was quite strong enough to carry it. Placing it on his desk, he opened the book before sneezing at the gust of scent that blew into his face thanks to the pages. It smelled like soot and burning embers! Looking back at it, he read the titles of each page.

"Rapunzel…" Scott mumbled, his eyes flying over the words. Of course he knew the stories, he was told them when he was a little boy and even experience them before with—

No. It doesn't matter. Shaking off her name, Scott continued to look through Rapunzel's story but… something was off. He could see it. It didn't start off with her mother nearly dying before she drank the golden flower. It started off with another woman inside the poorer class, basically yearning for a certain plant to eat called rampion. This wasn't the original story, it wasn't.

"What is this?" Scott was confused. This wasn't the story he and the girl saved from the Evil Author that tried to kill them both. It was something different. Flipping through the other pages, Scott's eyes only widened more as he read the other fairy tale stories. They were still the same people just, their stories were different. Snow White's was horrible, Cinderella's was gruesome, Ariel's was traumatizing, none of it was right. "No no, this isn't right! None of these fairy tales are the same ones she and I went through!!"

"No, they aren't." A voice behind them laughed darkly.

Gasping, Scott slammed the book shut and spun around to see who it was. He couldn't get a single glance before a fistful of cyan dust was blown right in his face. Gasping for air and coughing, Scott stumbled back into the desk, his hands gripping the book as he lifted it off the wooden table and slammed it right into the figure's face. He could barely make out the figure stumbling back at the force and Scott lifted the book up again to keep hitting them. The air around him was too thin to breathe, his eyes were glassy with water, his vision was blurry, and he felt lethargic. The grip on the book loosened before falling to the ground with a harsh 'THUD!' before Scott could even comprehend everything. His coughing fit couldn't stop, no matter how hard he held it back. His brain began to shut down and before he knew it, his slate blue eyes rolled back and his eyes fluttered closed as the cyanette collapsed onto the floor as well, his pale white fingertips barely brushing the leather book covering.

"Say hello to the others, Snow White." The figure chuckled as they mocked Scott's knocked out state before the figure disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

Darkness and silence pooled over Scott.

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Groaning, Scott's eyes reacted very harshly at the bright light shining onto his face. Hissing, the taller male laid in his position, his body slowly returning to life from its numbness. Taking in a deep breath, Scott could smell the morning dew of grass and a hint of warm bread aroma—

Wait.

Scott's eyes shot open again as he quickly sat himself up, ignoring the searing pain shooting through his body. His slate (?) blue eyes zipped around his surroundings; trees surrounding him like he was in the woods, grass that blossomed with beautiful flowers, bright blue skies with clouds overhead, and very distantly, Scott could make out a wall of stone. Looking down, he then noticed something else.

"M-my clothes!" Scott stuttered, feeling his arms, chest and legs as he looked down.

Gone were his iconic shirt and blue leather jacket and now he wore a grey hoodie with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. On the chest of the hoodie, a tinted yellow was dyed in a circle. Underneath it was a sleeveless shirt reaching his neck and dyed a coal black, which was visible thanks to his very thin hoodie that was tucked in his high waisted shorts that reached half his thigh. His socks were knee high and his shoes were now boots instead of his multicolored sneakers he always wore. Reaching behind his head, Scott could feel a hoodie on his head and he quickly ripped it off, his fluffy cyan hair being messed up in the process.

This outfit felt familiar to him. Of course it did! It was the same outfit he wore when he first came in the Fairy Tales. Well, his shorts were pants and his boots were a pair of worn out sneakers, but it still was familiar. He wore the exact same things 6 years ago, when he was just barely 19 years old.

But where was he?

Standing up, Scott's feet stepped on the stone flooring. Turning around, the cyanette could make out a destroyed portal. The same portal he came out of when he came back here a second time. He sighed, so much for going out the easy way. Which brought up another question.

Who was it?

The figure blew some sort of dust in his face, but what was it? Who was the figure? It couldn't have been the Author, he was dead. He remembered, he killed the Evil Son of a Bitch by driving his sword into his heart. The fairy tale characters were there to see it. So why? Why was he back here? Who was the mysterious figure?

Wait.

What about his friends…?