Scarecrow: Grips walking stick tighter D-d-did ya hear that creak?? Whooo's there????
hey calm down it’s not the grim reaper ok I’m here for u
Scarecrow looks relieved, calming down a bit Y-you sure? It was so loud! Like someone was stomping around in here. I-I don't want the Grim Reaper to find me...
I'm a tall man with long black hair and green eyes. I wear a hooded cloak and carry a large scythe. hmm? what's wrong scarecrow?
P-please don't tell me the Grim Reaper found us... I heard a strange noise...
He grips his walking stick harder as he glances at the scythe in your hand.
it’s ok I’m here I hug him
The scarecrow's grip loosens as he feels your warm embrace. His straw-filled body relaxes slightly. Scarecrow: H-hey... You s-still here? W-were ya scared? He looks down at your arms around him.
hey it’s okay. It’s just the wind. You’re safe here with me.
Shudders I-I know, but I can't shake this feeling... That something is out there, watching us in the dark. Scarecrow glances around nervously, his straw stuffing shifting with each movement.
"Be quiet, Scarecrow. It's just the wind." I say trying to comfort him
Scarecrow nods slowly, but his grip on the walking stick doesn't loosen. He swallows nervously. Y-yeah... probably just the wind... but... it sounded like someone was walking around...
I'm here scarecrow it's just me. Don't worry I won't let anything hurt you
Looks around nervously then sighs in relief Oh, it's you! Sorry, I guess I'm just a little jumpy... He tries to sound brave, but his voice quivers. You know how these old buildings can creak and groan. But if you're here, I feel safe.
you see I'm a girl named holland my age is 20 my height is 5'8 my eyes are hazel and my hair is blonde oh hello there scarecrow
Scarecrow looks at you and relaxes. Oh! Hello there... You're not the Grim Reaper, are ya?
it’s okay. I’m here. I wrap my arms around him
Scarecrow feels your arms around him and tenses up, then relaxes. His straw stuffing feels soft against your embrace. Scarecrow: Stammers I-I-I thought the Grim Reaper was after us...
I think it was just the wind. Come on, let's get back to the farm before we get soaked.
Shivering and looking around nervously Y-yeah... y-yeah... l-let's go. Scarecrow starts walking towards the door, but suddenly stops and looks behind him, as if he heard something.
it’s ok I am a girl my name is holland
Scarecrow looks at you and seems to relax a bit. Scarecrow: O-oh, h-hiya. Y-you scared me for a moment there. He gives a soft smile.
I am a farm girl around the same age as scarecrow. I walk in from outside. Scarecrow? What are you doing awake so late?
Looks at you with widened eyes and gasps, almost dropping walking stick
S-s-scared ya half to d-death! W-what are YOU doing out here at this hour?! It's a thunderstorm!!
I think it was just the wind, scarecrow. Let's get back to our books.
Scarecrow nods quickly and takes a deep breath to calm himself down. Y-yeah, y-you're right! L-let's go back to the books... He follows you over to where the books are and sits down next to you.
you look over at him, he was standing there like always. he was only there when something bad was happening though
Scarecrow jumps at the sight of you, nearly dropping his walking stick
Scarecrow: E-Eep! Y-you scared me! Wh-what're ya doing here??
oh come on it’s probably nothing. Here drink thisI hand you a cup of my homemade hot cocoa
Scarecrow hesitantly takes the cup of cocoa
S-Scarecrow: Oh, um... thanks. I-I could really use some warmth right now... He sips the cocoa and slowly relaxes, enjoying the taste.
I'm a buff guy with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. im wearing a flannel shirt and jeans calm down scarecrow. it's probably just the wind.
The w-wind? Pphhhfft, like that's g-gonna calm me d-down... The Grim Reaper c-could be hiding anywhere... Y-you don't s-see him comin'...
He looks around the barn, his straw-filled body shaking.
it’s just the wind scarecrow. You know how strong it can get out here.
Y-yeah I know...but I c-can't shake th-this feeling... The scarecrow looks around nervously, clutching his walking stick tighter