why is no one making the connection between Scott's second episode and Wicked? like defying gravity is the song I'm playing as I'm writing this

fr though imagine the soul sand edits.

anyways new chapter yayyy

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a flash of green light lit up the room. pris was thrown back into the wall and slumped, unconscious. we all stared in shock, then turned to Scott. I could now see the weird, greenish substance, overtaking his hands and creeping up his chin. I could see his ribs through his clothes, which were covered in the same substance. but the most unnerving thing was his manic grin, splitting his usually stoic face.

Cleo was the first to speak. "Scott... what in the world are you doing?" "I'm afraid Scott can't talk right now." he said, inspecting his nails and leaning against Pris's cell. "what are you talking about?" "Like I just said, Scott can't come to the phone right now." "I told you guys, he's fucking delusional." I spat. "he isn't. but whoever this is definitely is." Lauren said quietly. "you're not Scott are you?"

he blinked, surprised, before his smile came back. "well, well, well. the little sand witch isn't as dumb as she seems. isn't that a surprise." his eyes briefly flickered between the current lime green and his regular dark green. "who are you?" Tiff asked. Scott sighed, and walked to the middle of the room. "well, you don't exactly know me, but you can call me Xornoth. your little witch friend made a deal and is now dealing with the consequences." "What did you do?!" Eloise squeaked, trying to break the bars. "don't bother. the bars are enchanted. and to answer your question, Eloise Thompson," he walked over to her cell, and crouched, looking her in the eyes.

"your coven member is so love-struck for his little boyfriend, he will do anything to have him back. including, making a deal with me." "what the hell are you talking about?" I said, exasperated. "not important. you know, I actually knew Scott before it all," he glanced over at me. "you too, mister Graceffa. however, past is past, and we're getting off track." the Scott look-alike walked back to the center of the room, and turned to us. "so, here's it going to go." he said, clapping his hands. "I'm going to leave you all here to rot, and win the final trial. the little witch already upgraded his magic, so I will have no issues. then, once I become the supreme witch, I will come back, and make mister necromancy witch watch as I tear his once loyal friends to pieces."

"why?" "excuse me?" he turned to Cleo's cell. "why?" they spoke up. "why are you doing this?" the necromancer stood there, thinking. "well, maybe it's because I just enjoy watching his face as everyone he loves is destroyed, or maybe its to get revenge. you can decide." "you're sick, you know that?" "I'm proud of it."

"why would he make a deal with you?" Lauren whispered, more to herself than anyone else, but the demon heard her and turned to her, amused. "what do you think, Lauren? did you ever think that, maybe, just maybe, it's your fault? you know, you left him. his best friend, the person he loved like a sister, the ray of sunshine in his sad, miserable life. left him. left him, at his very lowest." he walked toward the purple-haired female, who seemed close to tears. "face it. you are the cause of this. you're the reason pris is lying there, unconscious. the reason Cleo and Eloise are powerless, that all your friends are stuck in prison cells." he straightened up, looking at the teary-eyed figure on the ground. "I don't know what he saw in you. you're useless. In fact," he pulled a small charm bracelet from his robes and threw it at lauren. "here. he won't need it anymore anyways."

he turned his back, walking towards the stairs leading up and away from this hell. he paused by Cleo's cell and flicked his hand. a light green mist formed and floated in her cell. they shrieked and batted their hands, trying to disperse it. suddenly, her eyes fluttered shut, and they slumped against the bed. the scott imposter waved his hand again, and the door sprung open. he grabbed Cleo by the arm, dragging her lifeless form towards the door. "no, no, no what are you doing?!" Tiff shrieked. "this what they get for talking back." he dragged her out the door and slammed it close with a loud bang.

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hooray, Cleo's getting kidnapped again.

also, that plot twist I was talking about? I'm moving it to a different chapter, so it makes sense.

anyways, anyone else like hashbrowns?

-Milly (omw to traumatize scott smajor)