here it is folks!

quick fun fact, I will be assigning all of Scott's characters' songs so give me suggestions, and don't try to stop me.

also, there will be a quick pov change at the end because it's just easier.

anyways, enjoy!

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I leave after everyone else passes through the front door and leaves. I slowly walk towards the woods before reaching the edge of the forest and start to sprint towards my house, tears running down my face. I catch a glimpse of blue in the trees but I pass it before I can register who it is. probably Shelby.

I see my house growing closer as the light grows brighter and the trees start to turn into yellow-leafed birch. I climb the hill that my house sits on and make it to my front door. I open the door step in, and immediately fall to the floor and sob. loud, ugly sobs.

how could he? I thought. how could he do this? I trusted him with my life, he was one of my best friends. did any of our memories together mean anything to him?

dragging myself up the stairs and to my bed, I faceplant onto the pillows and let the tears run down my face. I miss him. I miss Scott, I miss lauren, I miss Cleo, I miss all the good times we had together. I just want them back, my coven, my friends, my family.

I never knew my real family. I was left on the steps of an orphanage in the nearby empire of Sanctuary. I grew up around the colors and magic of it all, and eventually, developed my own. but I always wondered about my real family. did I have any siblings? or pets? why did my parents leave me on that doorstep? it doesn't matter anymore. when I joined the coven, they became my family. I never cared when Scott came and asked for help with curses, when lauren dragged me for picnics, or when Cleo made me practice hexes. because I knew they felt the same way about me. or, I thought I did.

a knock at my door pulls me out of my sulk. I slowly rise and wipe my tears from my cheeks. whoever it is, I don't want them to see me crying. crying is a sign of being weak, and I am not weak. I drag my feet down the stairs, grasp the doorknob, and open the door, only to step back in surprise.

there, standing in front of me, was scott fricking smajor. he looked like hell, with bruises and cuts all over his face. for some reason, that wasn't the reason I was nervous. something just felt wrong. 

"uh, hey Scott... what are you doing here?" I said awkwardly. he just stared at me blankly. "um, you ok buddy? hello?" I waved his hand in front of his face. that seemed to snap him out of his trance, and he jumped. "sorry, wasn't paying attention. can I come in?" I opened my mouth to say yes, of course, but something stopped me. what was it? I looked at him closer. his face was blank, except for his eyes. They almost looked... insane?

"Sorry, Bertha's coming over in a few minutes, and you can't be here when she is." I lied. Scott grinned. it was unsettling. "come on, el. we both know Berthas not coming here. now can you let me in please?" his grin faded when I didn't move. "el. let me in. You should leave Scott." I responded quietly before going to close the door. 

he stuck his foot in between the door so I couldn't close it. "el, I just want to talk." he said in a tone that suggested the exact opposite. "please don't call me that Scott. I need you to leave. pris is coming soon." he chuckled. "I'm afraid she won't be coming anytime soon. now are you going to let me in, or are you going to make me do this the hard way?"

"Scott, what are you-" 

a green light flew towards me. when it hit me, I was launched back into the wall. the last thing I see is Scott grinning evilly, his eyes glowing unnaturally.

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I woke up in a small room. I was lying on a yellow bed, with a wood table next to me and a wall of iron bars in front of me. on the other side of those bars was...

Cleo?

she glanced over at me, then did a double take. "uh guys, you are not going to like this." "what is it?" a voice I recognized as Shelby said. "Eloise is here." "oh fuck." "el?" a voice exclaimed. was that pris? I heard a rustle, and then my pink-haired crush appeared in the cell next to Cleo. 

"Well, I guess Scott's our only hope." a person I think is Joey sighed. in response to that sentence, I could hear everyone grumbling. then what Joey said hit me. "guys, Scott's-"

"guys?"

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pris's pov

"guys?"

we all turned toward the voice to see- Scott?

"oh, my supreme Scott! get us out please." I could hear lauren call. "what in the supreme happened to you guys?" he said, rushing over to my cell and fiddling with the lock.

"We don't know," I responded, walking over to the bars. "we all just woke up here, and for some reason, our powers don't work." "Well I'm glad I found you guys." he said, eyes on the padlock. he glanced up at me for a second, then returned to trying to unlock the-

wait a second.

did... his eyes look different? if I squinted, I could see a lime-green glow casting itself on the padlock. when have I seen that...

then it hit me. of course.

"Scott?" "yeah?" he said, still looking at the lock, but now I could see that he was just pulling at the shackle. "what's wrong with your eyes?" he paused, finally looking up at me. yep, his eyes were definitely glowing. "what are you talking about?"

"their green." "yeah, 'cause that's my normal eye color?" he chuckled nervously. "no, I mean their glowing." "so?" "so, those are what my eyes looked like..."

"When I was possessed."

his face immediately changed, an evil smirk forming. "so," he started, backing away.

"I guess the jig is up."

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sorry I've been dead lately.

so.

Scotts kinda evil.

heh :)

off-topic, would anyone read an outsider's highschool au?

welp, bye

-milly