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Chapter 1: Concealed Screen

Scar walks around the paths of the zoo. It had been a quiet day. It was a hot, humid Wednesday, so not necessarily really a day you'd expect really anyone to be at the animal filled experience. Scar had a skip in his steps, trying to distract himself while the quietness coated through the air. He whistled under his breath, looking around as he made it to the next caged area.

Scar was an infamous worker. He was the one that did shows with dolphins and pandas, always seeming energetic with every word he spoke. He gave kids a distraction from their surroundings, leaving parents having even a second of freedom.

He always wore a light green pair of shorts, a brown belt keeping them afloat. He had a small, leather bag, a metal circle with keys and a sturdy flashlight. He never knew what could happen in one day, so he kept few but important things on him at all times. He would sometimes use a hat, but it was so very difficult to keep track of. He finished the outfit with a gray cat pin on his shirt pocket.

He had three other co-workers that all had specific jobs around. Though, that wasn't the topic for right now.

He digs into his cargo shorts, taking out a ring of keys. The metal clinked as he shifted through them, trying to find the right one. He looked up, holding his hand up to the cage gate. He unlocked it, stepping into the enclosure. It was a red panda caged area. The creaking of the gate made the three pandas immediately run to the corner. 

The red pandas were brand new, maybe just shy of two weeks. They had yet to get used to a lot of human activity so it wasn't a surprise when they were spooked.

Scar chuckled as he closed the gate behind him, not taking any further steps. He had a pouch on his side, connected to his belt. He unhitched the bag and opened it, taking a few treats out. He turned back to the critters, all in close proximity to each other. He made sure not to stare them down, taking one step and crouching. He held out his hand, trying to look down at the food. 

The red pandas made soft noises, all three of them slowly stepping forward while sniffing the air. Scar smiled, stilling trying not to move. Soon, the silent atmosphere was shattered by the shaking of the metal cage. Scar was startled, the pandas all running into the inside of their home. 

He watched the animals freak out before standing up, turning to face whatever made the noise. It was a shorter man clinging onto the metal, narrowing his eyes. He had a deep red cardigan with a turtle neck, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had dark brown eyes, almost looking like a void. His dirty blonde hair was frizzy, as if he just got out of bed; yet it was scorching hot so not much of a surprise. His breathing was unsteady, making Scar feel unsafe. He kept his feet in place, not wanting to get closer. The man grumbled, snarling his nose.

“You keep an eye on all of these animals, correct?” He growled, tensing up ever so slightly more. He had a British accident, something Scar wasn't expecting. He stared at the zoo keeper as the frightened man gathered his thoughts. 

“Uh- I- Uhm.. Yeah!” He stuttered, his voice high pitched. He unconsciously slipped the bag back onto his belt, taking a small step back. His mind was frantic, still having no Idea on what this guy was thinking when shaking the cage.

“Good. I need a professional opinion.” He added, his shoulders dropping but keeping his expression. When he talked, something rang in Scars head. It seemed too familiar, making him tilt his head a bit. He couldn't tell where he heard it but shaked it off; he's heard plenty of different voices before, he was bound to hear multiple similar ones. 

“Uhm. A-Alright..! Throw me a question!” He responded, a little later than he wanted. He wanted to please the customer, even if he gave off murderer vibes. He straightened himself, clearing his throat. 

The other man was about to speak but realized the barrier between them. “Come out here. You don't need to stay in an enclosure.” He spat, letting go of the cage and taking a step back. His hands were red, obviously showing that he had a tight grip. Scar hesitantly walked to the gate, opening it and locking it behind him. 

He turned back around to the red coated man, looking down at his hands and noticing the indented skin. He looked confused and then glanced back up, blinking but shook his head. “Alright, ask away!” He exclaimed, putting his hands on his sides. 

“I have a parrot that keeps plucking its feathers. I tried giving it toys so it had something to stimulate it but it kept harming itself.” He explained, letting himself loosen his arms. He still had his irritated expression, so it kept Scar on edge. The zoo keeper then perked up from processing what the man said.

“Do you have only one parrot…?” He asked, tilting his head a bit with a bit of a concerned expression. He knew exactly what to say when the man answered with a nod of his head. “Then he's lonely. They get stressed out when they are alone! You see, they are social birds, meaning they are normally in flocks. It's not in your parrot's nature to be alone, therefore, stressing out!” He explained, not realizing he trailed off until now.

He paused, looking back at the man, whose eyes were now softened from paying attention. The other nods and takes out a sticky note and a pen from his pocket, handing it to the zoo keeper.

“Write down what I need to do to fix it. I won't be able to finish it unless it's a simple list.” He commanded, his eyes becoming sharp again while crossing his arms. Scar blinked while processing it before glancing down to write everything down. He squinted his eyes, having trouble spelling. 

Scar had scribbled out a few letters, handing it back to the concerned man. It was very clear his hand writing was terrible from seeing the expression of the man changed as he read it. 

“Alright.” He mumbled, folding it and stuffing it back into his pocket. He started to walk off before stopping in his tracks from hearing Scars voice.

“Wait! I never got your name!” He said, having that smile that a regular worker would wear. The man just stared at him for a few seconds before taking a step back, having that face like it was offending him from such a comment. 

“Why do you need my name? It's not like I'm coming back.” He grumbles, his face scrunching more. Scar perked up and took a step back. It was odd. Why would he be so irritated by him simply wanting his name? It's not like he was planning to befriend him.

“Oh- my bad! I didn't realize it would be a big deal! Sorry, sorry. You don't need to answer that question then…!” He quickly responded, holding up his hands defensively. He was scared he would get another customer yelling at him, he closed his eyes nervously. A solid 10 seconds went by before opening one eye, confused by the white noise. He was startled to find that nobody was there. He looked around, puzzled. He glanced down, seeing a feather safely planted on the ground. 

He stares down, confused but kneels down. He picks up the feather, spinning the bottom as he looks around at the design. It was a water blue feather, clearly from a parrot. He figured the man had feathers on him from owning one of his own. He stood up, placing it in his back pocket and walking off, not thinking too much about it.

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Scar stretched his arms over his head, tired of a full day of chores around the zoo. It's been a few days now since he encountered that concerned parrot dad. At that point, he wasn't in Scars mind at all. He walked out of the park, closing the gates and locking it behind him. He spun the ring of keys in his hand as he walked through the pitch black parking lot.

He whistled, his head teetering side to side while his boots clicked the ground. He was zoned out, thinking about tomorrow's chores and tasks. 

His pleased zone was soon broken again.

He felt hands grab his shoulder suddenly, making him yell from fear and quickly spun around. It was the man with the parrot once again. 

“OH MY GOD. WHY-” He yelled, his breath heavy from the quick attack. His voice was high pitched once again, a little whimper mixed with his exhales. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!” He added, taking a step back.

The man giggled, having a soft smile across his face. He then got out the sticky note pad and pen again, handing it to the zoo keeper.

“I want to make sure I'm getting the right food for my bird. Write down ones you think are appropriate for them.” He commanded, almost immediately calming down from his small laughter. Scar was stunned, hesitating to grab the material. His eyes were wide, still trying to steady his breathing. 

“Uhm… What kind of parrot is it…?” He questioned, tightening his grip on the sticky notes and the writing utensil. 

“Scarlet Macaw.” The other man answered, his voice stern. Scar paused his hand and looked up at the man in front of him. The tone of the voice is what gave Scar a shiver down his spine. He recognized it again, like he's heard it multiple times. He looked at the man with a puzzled expression, narrowing his eyes.

“What is so odd about that bird, isn’t it quite common?" He asked, crossing his arms. Scar perked up, realizing how he might have come across.

“Oh! No, no! I just- I just felt like I recognized your voice. I didn't mean to look at you that way!” He responded, quickly looking down at the sticky notes and started writing. The man's eyes widened as his shoulders dropped, as if that answer terrified him. 

“Oh-” The man cleared his throat. “D-Do you know where…?” He asked, swallowing thickly. Scar paused his writing, glancing back up. He noticed the man twirling his thumbs, perhaps some sort of nervous tick of some sort?

“I'm not sure, really. Though, a lot of people sound alike from working at a zoo for so long.” He responded, finally relaxing. His mind then sparked an idea. He then narrows his eyes, leaning forward a bit. He reached for a flashlight that was on the other side of his belt, holding it up. “Excuse me for this.” He warned before clicking the light on.

The man winced in pain from his eyes, unconsciously shielding his face with his hand. Scar noticed a scratch on the man's hand and wrist. He glanced over to the marks, straightening back up and taking a better look by taking his hand. 

“Why did you do that?!” The man spat out, sounding very irritated. He growled, tensing his hands as he finally gained visibility again. 

“I wanted to see if I recognized your appearance. But now I have a new question!” He responded, noticing that the marks were most definitely recent. “Do you not clip your bird's claws?” He asked, looking over at the squinting man. 

“Yes, of course I clip my own parrots claws!” The other claimed, yanking his hand away while narrowing his eyes at Scar. His tone seemed genuinely defensive. He kept blinking, the light still distracting him. 

“Then why do you have fresh scratches on your hand?” He questioned, tilting the light down to the ground from realizing the man's distress. 

The man paused for a second before stuttering out a response "I read a lot.” He said, most obvious lie. Scar furrowed eyes, turning back to the lowered hand. He reached down to look at it again before the man shifted away. “Just give me my information so I don't kill my pet.” He snapped, refusing to tell anymore context. 

Scar straightened up again before hesitantly writing on the pad after putting away the light source, still glancing up every now and again. Why was he so weird about his hand? Did he get hurt or was it a true accident that might've been an embarrassing story? Whatever it was, the angered man wasn't gonna spill. 

He clicked the pen as he finished writing, handing it back. 

“If you keep coming back, what's the harm of knowing your name?” Scar asked, putting his hand on his hip. The other looked up, then looked around to see if anyone was around. He took a minute to fully process his surroundings. He groaned, turning back with an annoyed expression.

“If you must know, it's Grian. Now I will be on my way.” He grumbled, waving a weak hand and walking away. Scar blinked from how weirdly easy it was. For someone who was so adamant on not telling days ago, why would he cave that fast? But the name stuck with him the rest of the night. It felt perfect, like the last piece to a puzzle. Scar had no idea why it felt like that, of course, but the thought kept rattling.

Scar stood in place, trying to figure out why the man never came around during the day. He did last time, why not today? It was even nicer outside as well, so why not even walk around? He decided to shake his head, making his way to his car. He didn't want to overthink one person out of his week. There was no point anyway, he highly doubted he would be seeing the man anytime soon.

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Chapter 2: Discovery Channel

Scar yawned as he sluggishly woke up, sitting up in his bed. It was the morning after he saw Grian, so he was zoned out by thinking of the night prior. He thought of the fact that he never came around when barely anyone was around, or the fact that he was being weird about his own name. Scar was then snapped out of it by his cat meowing.

Jellie was a sweet feline. She was an American Short hair cat, her eyes being able to see from any side of the room. Scar glanced down at the ground, smiling when he noticed Jellie. He uncovered the blankets on top of himself and stood up, stretching his arms over his head whilst his body ached.

It was his day off so it wasn't pitch black outside when he turned to the window. He rolled his head, popping his neck and shoulder joints. He slowly blinked as he walked out of his room and into the kitchen. 

His room was in a hallway with a bathroom across, the end of the narrowed walls just had a table with some decor. The other side of the hallway was the rest of his house. On the left was his work table, where he filed plans and worksheets for the zoo. The right had the living room and kitchen, the TV being on the wall connected to the hallway while the couch was up near a window next to the front door. The kitchen was past the living room, a small table acted as a dining table while it was pressed against the wall. 

Scar made his way to the kitchen, almost immediately making himself a cup of coffee. It was gonna be just a plain flavor. He yawned one more time, his jaw popping as he did. He reached above and opened a cabinet, grabbing a mug. The cup's design was such a dad joke, marking ‘what did the Buffalo say to his son when he left for college.’ across the front. It wasn't Scars choice to have it, but it was still a working mug, why not use it? 

He waited until the coffee pot was filled, leaning over the counter. He quietly thought about what he’d do for the day; his day off. He was half asleep when he heard knocking on the door. He was spooked and jolted his head up, not really expecting any sort of order from the mail; though the sound made him aware of his own existence. He then took account of what he was wearing.

He had a tinted yellow t-shirt, a cream color you would say. His pants were long and were loose at the bottom. They were a dark green with sunflowers dotted everywhere on them. His hair was a mess, as if his hair wasn't already halfway fixed everyday anyways. 

He groaned as he walked to the door, dreading any sort of social interaction. He sighed as he opened it, expecting some sort of mail man or sales man. 

It wasn't. 

“Hey there!” Grian called out, his mouth a weird crooked kind of smile. Scar blinked, confused on why and how Grian was here of all people.

“I- Uh… Wh-Why are you here?!” Scar asked, tilting his head a bit, suddenly his eye bags feeling heavy. His utter shock was making his mind lag.

The other man paused before looking Scar up and down.“Got to say… I wasn't expecting something like this to be worn by you.” Grian mumbled, taking a look at Scars pajamas. Scar was taken from surprise, what else would he be wearing? Scar took a step back, dramatically placing his palm on his chest and gasping.

“What? Do you dare me to wear actual clothes from the moment I wake up!?” He questioned, his eyes wide. His voice had a tint of drowsiness. He was most obviously making it more of a big deal than it was, but also the question still stands: What was he expecting? 

“No, no, no, no, no!” Grian croaked, though his tone was slower. “I just-” He paused to think of something. “I just haven't seen you without your normal day to day uniform.” He responded, weirdly quick. Scar looked down at the nervous man before snapping back to why on earth Grian was here.

“Wait, why are you here again?” He asked, as if Grian said anything before about his appearance. “Also- how the freak did you get my address?!” He pleaded, almost kinda scared of the answer.

“I simply snuck into your main area where you clock in, took your file, looked at your information, found your address and phone number, placed it back, and now I'm here.” Grian listed, using his fingers to count the steps necessary. Scar perked up, realizing he had broken into their work room and stole valuable information. He was practically standing in front of a crime.

“H-How did you get in? It's always locked?!” He added, his voice getting into a higher pitch. Grian glanced to the side for a moment, pursing his lips.

“Uh… well- I-” He stuttered as he spoke. “It was unlocked! You might’ve just forgotten..!” He responded, looking back and having a forced smile on his face. Scar was still confused on why he would even think about breaking into the building in the first place.

“Okay, okay. Now answer the first question; why are you here?” He asked, putting his hand on the doorknob while leaning down to Grian's level. Grian took a step back, not expecting the sudden shift. Scar waited for an answer, raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders from not getting a reply.

“Guh!- Because…! I need help figuring out how to- uhm…. Clip my parrots wings?” Grian finally answered, most clearly lying but who was Scar to question. 

“Alright, give me your hand.” Scar exhaled, leaning back up and holding out his own hand. It was the first thing he could think of. Grian shifted a bit back, blinking from surprise. 

“Why?” Grian hesitantly asked, moving his hair to make his ears less noticeable. 

“It's gonna be easier to demonstrate how to clip them. If it took you this long to tell me your name, I highly doubt you want me to go to your house!” Scar answered with a smile, nudging his hand forward a smidge. He didn’t really understand why Grian was so hesitant, making Scar frown a bit. The other looked down at the zoo keeper's hand, slowly holding his hand up. 

Scar grabbed his hand gently, trying to straighten the nervous man's fingers and move it to mimic a wing of some kind. It wasn't the best way to show how to do it, but if this guy isn't willing to research how birds work, Scar wasn't gonna pry. 

As Scar moved Grian’s hand, he noticed the marks again. They were fading, clear that it wasn't anything bad. He paused to look at them, leaning down a bit. He noticed that Grian's knuckles were bruised, making him glance over to Grian with a confused expression.

“Did you punch a wall out of anger? What is this…?” He asked, straightening once more. He had a genuine concerned look morph onto his face/ 

“Just show me how to clip my bird's wings.” Grian responded, narrowing his eyes but looking to the side and down. Scar stared for a moment before just deciding to listen and shift himself, though letting out a quiet sigh, putting both of his hands onto the other man's palm. 

“You want to start with separating 8 primary flight feathers away from the rest. They are gonna be the ones near the end of the wing!” Scar began to explain, smiling as he talked. He enjoyed explaining and spilling his knowledge of any type of animal when he had the chance to. He traced where the general area of where these feathers he told would be, giving Grian a visual idea of where.

“Then you want to find the line of where the primary converts are; the feathers that are over the flight ones!” He added, now tracing where the ideal line would be. He then made his own hand into the shape of scissors, opening and closing them over the head of the hand. “You want to cut where the primary converts end, giving you a line to work with!” He added, moving his hand to where you would cut it. 

He then turned to Grian, still grinning. He was hoping for a nod of acknowledgment or some sort of question. He noticed Grian was just staring at him with a relaxed posture and expanded pupils. The soft yet sharp at the same time of a start started Scar a bit before actually processing the emotion Grian was presenting. Scar tilted his head, letting go of the mans hand. 

“Uh… Grian?” He said, waving a hand in front of the other, which seemed to snap him out of it. 

“Right! Sorry! I was trying to memorize it and I zone out when I do.” He quickly responded, shaking his hand like a cat touched water. Scar just nodded, the answer made minimal sense to him but he had odd ways to process things as well. 

They stood in awkward silence for a moment. The atmosphere was so sharp it wouldn’t be surprising if one of them dropped dead from being impailed. Hearing a soft meow behind Scar gave both of them a quiet sigh of relief. It was Jellie again, impatiently waiting for food. Scar let out a small chuckle before walking back inside.

“Come inside if you want, I need to feed Jellie!” He explained, walking to the kitchen counter to grab a can. Grian hesitantly walked inside, closing the door behind him. He looked around, surprised at how well the house was decorated. It was coated with figures of animals, books of many kinds sprinkled around on shelves. There was a dedicated laddershelf near the hallway to just Star War themed objects; mugs, books, plushies, figurines, keychains, you name it.

“Wow… this looks great!” He quietly added, his breath exhaled with being fairly impressed. Scar looked back, opening a can of cat food and pouring the goop into a nearby bowl on the floor. 

“Really? I've always seen it as plain. I want to go to the store some time and get fake plants or something.” Scar said, standing back up and walking back over to Grian while throwing away the can in a nearby trash bin that was placed next to the couch. .

“No, no! This looks amazing! Though, my house is hardly decorated so I might just be used to the plain look.” He explained, letting out a weak laugh under his breath. Scar laughed too, almost surprised by that statement. He looked over the coffee pot on the counter, nudging his head towards it. 

“While you're here, want a cup of coffee? I was making it before you stopped by.” He asked, already making his way back to the kitchen. He wasn't really sure why he offered Grian inside, there wasn't anything he had planned to do. Guess the idea of wanting him around longer peaked Scar’s interest. As he took the pot, he pointed to the remote on the coffee table.

“And you can turn the TV on to the news or something, it's better than silence!” He added, grabbing another mug. 

“Oh! I don't need coffee! I'm more of a tea kind of guy anyways.” Grian responded, grabbing the remote and carefully sitting down on the couch. Scar nodded and put back the mug, getting the pot and pouring the drink into the cup. 

The TV turned on, immediately talking about recent events around the city. Scar listened as he tweaked the drink with creamer.

“This is the third day we haven't seen the famous villain, Pesky Bird with his companions, Masonry and Selene. Wednesday, Friday and today, Saturday, are all the days we have lost sight. The other two have been spotted trying to unlock doors, failing and running away before anyone else could get them.” The news reporter announced, her posture not moving as she talked; maybe her head going up and down every once and a while.

There were villains around the city, and heroes to balance it out. The ‘Villies’ were a popular one. They were known to cause random bursts of shenanigans but they never had the heart to physically harm someone; and if they did, on accident really, they would apologize and give away a weak amount of money before dipping. They weren't a full threat but they have caused mass destruction to the city. They all had a significant mask to them.

Pesky Bird was the main one, the brain of the group. He was always spotted with a red mask that looked like a Scarlet Macaw, blonde hair behind it. He came up with the ideas of how to bother people and sometimes harm themselves by accident. He was really helpful with computers. He could break their code easily, able to get valuable information like taking candy from a baby. Even if he didn't mean to, he could destroy security with one click. He normally had a dark brown sweater with a blue scarf; red, yellow, and green hearts lined on it. He had baggy dark blue pants with black boots, acting as bird legs. He had one hand with a fingerless glove with shiny rings all over his fingers. 

Next was Masonry. She was the helper, the one who actually put the plan into action. She wore a deer mask, lacking antlers to indicate that she wasn't male; her red hair was very easy to find. She always seemed to have an evil side, laughing when she even got badly hurt. She always made sure that everyone knew she was fine, even when she physically wasn't. She was clumsy, not always on the lookout and too busy on task. She wore a dark, short, blue shawl over her overalls. Her boilersuit was a dark blue, the same color as Pesky Birds pants. The same heart collection was painted on the side of her pants. She had boots that acted like hooves, the top being fluffy. She had a dark brown long sleeve shirt under her overalls, black gloves on both hands.

Last was Selene. She was the lookout and scout, double checking everything before they made a move. She had a wolf mask with a red hood over, making her dark brown hair hardly visible. She was normally the one people saw first, making it easy for them to escape while she swiftly moved out of the situation. She almost always stood on buildings, loving to watch everyone down below. She had a deep red, longer shawl that reached her knees. She wore a brown corset with dark blue shorts, both colors matching Pesky Bird and Masonry. Her boots covered her calves, the color a darker brown with the same heart combination on the side. 

They all wore belts that defined them a bit more. 

Pesky Bird wore one with feathers and a spy glass charm connected. Masonry wore one with a rabbit foot and microphone charm. And Selene wore one with a wolf tail and a clock charm always pointing to 5 o’ clock. 

Scar turned around with his mug, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch. “I don't normally keep up with the news. I usually sleep or catch up on planning!” He commented, taking a sip of his drink. He glanced over to Grian, whose leg was bouncing lightly. He was puzzled but decided not to verbally question it.

“I need to call someone. I- uhm… my mom needs help with groceries.” Grian said, standing up and taking out his phone. “I'll be standing outside, I'll come back after I'm done with the call.” He started before opening the door and closing it behind him. Scar shrugged, turning back to the TV.

The screen showed shaky videos of proof that the two villains weren't with their companion, Pesky Bird, while the reporter voiced over the footage.

“They haven't had a successful mug or robbery in a week. Yes, that's great, but unusual. For right now, keep an eye out for them. Pesky Bird might be planning something in the background and is ready to pounce or, as you'd say, a fly by attack. That's the daily news, I'm Macanry Andrew and have a wonderful rest of your day!” The woman signed off, the TV now changing to meaningless ads. 

Scar narrowed his eyes towards the TV, straightening his back as he finally processed what the news stated. Odd timing for an important member? A weird thing for a villain like that. Scar thought about it more, the days of when Pesky Bird wasn't seen sparked interest. The days when he saw Grian lined up. The fact that he had the same colored hair as the villain stated on screen gave Scar a shiver. 

He noticed more links as he placed his mug on the table in front of him. The fact that both liked birds in some sort of way. Grian having a Scarlet Macaw? The exact bird Pesky Bird was replicating. More and more things popped into Scars head, making him think about the man outside his door more thoroughly.

Was Grian perhaps… A villain?

The question made Scar shiver once more, his leg bouncing on the ground. 

Scar sat there, debating his life choices. He seriously considered locking the door, but decided not to. What if he was being overly cautious? He didn't want to leave an innocent man outside without warning, but the evidence was all there. 

Soon, the door opened again. Grian walked back in, closing the door and putting away his phone. He glanced over to Scar, whose eyes were wide with fear.

“Grian. Are you hiding something?” He questioned, now having a concerned expression and titling his head. Grian’s body froze, his eyes now big from realization. He swallowed thickly, biting his tongue.

“Grian. Answer me!” Scar added, his voice getting louder. Grian winced, almost afraid to respond. He then slowly nodded, looking over at the TV. The ads had ended at that point, though the news on a completely different topic. He hesitantly reached into his pocket, taking out a small keychain with a spyglass on the end. The chain looped around his finger, making the charm dangle in the air.

Scar sucked in a gasp, standing up but taking a step back. “You- no…” Scar mumbled. He knew he didn't know the man well. He just knew his name and the fact that he had a pet bird. But this wasn't a secret he was expecting. He glanced down to his phone on the coffee table, carefully reaching for it. Grian immediately perked up and ran over, grabbing Scars wrist to stop him.

“Do not call anyone.” He snapped, tightening his grip as his eyes locked onto the phone. Scar froze. The sudden reaction made his skin ripple with fear. Slowly letting go of the device, he inhaled and closed his eyes quickly. The device clinked on the table. Scar didn't want to move, fear of some sort of attack or more restraint.  

“I came to you for bird recommendations. And that's how I plan it to stay. If you stay quiet, nothing will change.” Grian added, looking up but kept his hand tightly around Scar's wrist. His heart raced, the regret of even opening the door was forming in stomach. “If you tell anyone, I will know and I know everything about your profile. Don't test me.” He commented, his gaze sharp and treating. Scar nervously nodded, slightly wincing at the pain on his wrist. 

How could he not tell anyone? He's a villain, the kind of people everyone told you to tattle on. The kind of people you should never talk to, and certainly not the kind of people you invite into your home. It was idiotic to let someone he only knew from a few days ago into his house. Grian slowly let go and took a step back. Scar hesitantly blinked his eyes back open, holding his wrist to see what the other had done.

“I'm gonna go. Thank-” He paused before continuing to walk away, forcing himself to not thank Scar at all. He opened the door and slammed it behind him, leaving the atmosphere stagnant. 

Scar could only just stand there, processing everything that just happened. He looked down at his phone before ignoring it, walking to his desk to sit down. He had to get work done, but how was he supposed to concentrate with the idea that he let a villain into his home?

Of course, the Villies weren't the best villains in the world. Like stated before, they pretty much sucked at harming people. But if they had a rhymal reason too, they would harm someone deeply. It was rare, sure, but not impossible. That very thought just made Scars skin crawl with fear, his breathing unsteady. 

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Chapter 3: Car Sick

It had been two weeks since Grian had walked out of Scars door. He hadn't gone back to the zoo, leaving Scar a bit worried that he was gonna pull something. Grian, or Pesky Bird, had been spotted with his crew again. The city has no idea why he dipped for so long but everyone kinda forgot it, besides Scar himself. 

Scar was home, taking a nap on the couch while Jellie was curled on his lap. He was taking advantage of this alone time, the past three weeks being confusing and busy. He was peaceful. He felt like all worries and problems washed away, leaving him practically melted onto his couch. All that mattered was him and his friendly feline.

Quiet knocking would be heard by the door. Scar lazily opened his eyes, looking over at the entrance. It was sudden but nothing that would ruin his day. He figured it would be a quick moment and then blended back into his day. He sighed while carefully grabbing his sweet cat and setting her beside him. 

“On my way…!” Scar called out, sluggishly walking to the door. He was half awake so he didn't have any expectation on who would be on the other side. Mail man? Fellow co-worker? The president? Who knows. 

He opened it to immediately be dragged down by a pair of hands. His face was brought up to a familiar figure. It was Grian, the first time he had seen and heard him in two weeks. Once he realized who it was, he couldn't help but feel his face get warm and feel his heart race with excitement. He just stared at the man with wide eyes, trying to figure why he was here. 

Did he need help? Was his bird sick? Did his tips not help or something?

“Do you know anything about dogs?” Grian finally spoke, just bringing Scar's head closer to his own face. Scar swallowed, his shoulders lightly dropping from the sound of Grian's voice. He was weirdly glad to make sure that it was, indeed, the man he figured it was. 

“Hello? Dogs?!” Grian asked one more time, furrowing his eyes. His gaze was sharp, giving Scar a shiver of fear rippling down his spine. He blinked as he processed the others words, soon taking his hands and wrapping them around Grian's wrists. He moved his hands away from him, straightening back up. 

“Uhhh-” Scar croaked, then cleared his throat. “Yeah, why? What kind of dog specifically…?” He asked, trying to stay away from the topic of ‘why-did-Grian-dip-and-not-come-back’. 

“Well- it's more of a tamed wolf than a house pet.” Grian responded, letting his hands go to his sides. He exhaled, his eyes glancing down to the ground. Scar took a small step back. 

What could have possibly happened in a few weeks for Grian to obtain a wolf?! Sure, birds could be considered an odd pet. But a pure blood wolf? Who would think such a thing?

“Uhm… May I ask why you have it?-” Scar hesitantly asked, his expression getting more puzzled. Grian took a step forward, as if he was gonna enter the house. This made Scar perk up and block the doorway. He put both arms on opposite sides of the frame, his legs in a fighting stance. 

“I- uh. I don't want you to go inside…! I don't trust you won't try to corner me.” He explained, having a crooked smile. Grian just stared for a second, taking a few steps back. He noticed Scars pose, looking at him up and down. 

Scar had the same pajamas on from the last time he’d seen him.

“Have you not changed since the last time I came here?!” He asked, genuinely concerned. Scar looked down and immediately straightened his stance, embarrassed by his clothing choices.

“No no! I have specific pajamas on for different nights.” He then paused and looked up at Grian, who was still taking a look at his clothing. “Speaking of… why haven't you come back at all?” He questioned, taking a step outside. He pointed towards the shorter man, poking his chest. “You obviously came back for a different reason last time. You kinda suck at lying.” He added, narrowing his eyes while leaning down a bit. 

Scar thought back to the first time Grian was here. The fact that he had trouble thinking about why he was there in the first place. And what kind of bird owner doesn't know how to trim their animals wings? Even a beginner should know how to do so. What made it weirder was the fact that it seemed Grian wouldn't even use the internet to look it up himself. 

Grian just froze, intimidated by the height difference. “No! I genuinely had no idea on how to clip his wings!” He responded, visibly swallowing while his eyes grew larger. 

Scar just narrowed sharply before taking a step back, shaking his head. “Alright!” He sighed, “Why do you need help with your… Wolf.” He groaned, making it clear that having a wolf was insane. He crossed his arms, which were painted with scars, over his chest. He morphed his expression to be softened, there was no point to get upset. 

“It's not mine.” Grian told, his tone and body language telling that he was telling the truth. Scar looked more confused, tilting his head to the side a bit.

“Then whose is it?” He questioned, blinking from surprise.

“That's not important. It's the fact that it's sick and we aren't sure how to help it. Figured you would know since you work at a zoo and such.” Grian explained, using hand movements as he talked. He clasped his hands together and pointed towards Scar. 

“Okay. What are the symptoms it's showing?” Scar asked, his shoulders dropping a bit. He was still irritated that Grian was associated with someone with a pet wolf, but he was also getting concerned for the animal itself. As much as he hated owners that didn't know what they were doing, he hated it more when he saw them, the creature, suffer.

“He keeps sneezing, coughing, his nose is runny, and he is unusually warm.” Grian listed, doing the same thing when he listed his bird's health; using his fingers to count the list. Scar perked up, blinking with surprise. 

“Alright. Lemme go grab something!” He responded, turning to go inside. He walked over to his work desk, opening a drawer with files that were labeled A-Z. They were the different animals at the zoo Scar had tracked. As he made it to the W's, he found the Wolf file. He hoped to see if there was anything about the symptoms. He turned around to head back outside, finding that Grian was now in his house. 

“Dah dah dah!” Scar let out, holding out his arms. He gave a weak laugh before moving Grian back outside. “Let's stay outside, shall we?” He added, forcing a smile on himself. As he made it outside, he closed the door behind so Grian didn't try to crawl back inside. Grian just grumbled, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. 

Scar handed the file to Grian, keeping his hand on the doorknob. Scar pressed his back against the door, still speculating something will happen. The other took the papers angrily. Grian wasn't upset, just pouty. He still made noises as he opened the file, looking down at the different boxes of information. Scar couldn't help but stare down. 

This new side of Grian made Scar pause. He watched carefully as the man angrily flipped through the pages. He felt his whole body just relax, an odd feeling from one person. Grian froze, his sounds stopping from seeing a section of sickness. He relaxed as well as he started to read, forgetting to act irritated. 

Grian then gasped from reading the correct sickness. The sudden noise snapped Scar out of his haze, startling himself. Grian pointed to the box, reading the correct name out loud. 

“Canine Influenza.” He said, turning to Scar. “It has the exact same symptoms as what the wolf has.” He added, glancing back down. “I should keep this and follow the correct-” Grian was cut off from Scar snatching the files.

“You can't keep it. I don't trust you keeping it safe-” Scar claimed, holding the papers up high. Grian narrowed his eyes, obviously now upset. He tried standing on his toes, but it just made him and Scar level. He snarled as he kept trying to reach the papers. Their bodies were practically pressed against each other, the zoo keeper slowly regretting his actions. Scar put the papers between his fingers, making it physically impossible for Grian to reach.

Scar couldn't help but to stare. His vision blurred from zoning out. It was humorous to have the higher ground. 

The other slowly turned towards Scar, having a sharp glare in his eye.

“I literally will do anything to keep it. That or write me a list with your terrible spelling.” He commanded, keeping his hand extended. Scar's pupils just expanded, his breathing unsteady. The position they were in made Scar trapped, leaving him speechless. The last thing he expected from today was to be pinned to a wall; by Grian of all people. He swallowed harshly, his face getting warm once again as well. 

“I'd rather write…!” He responded, his voice just above a whisper. Grian stared at him for a hot second, before lowering himself and taking a step back. The cold air rushed between them, Scar no longer being suffocated by warmth. Grian kept his narrowed expression but Scar's mind swore he saw the other's face tinted with red as well. 

“Fffine.” Grian groaned. He took out a pen and paper, handing it to Scar. The zoo keeper took it carefully, clicking the pen. He wrote the necessary information and steps, memorizing the sickness since it was decently common among canines.

The air was stagnant. The atmosphere was quiet and the only sound between them was the ink of the pen. 

Scar then had an idea, an idea that involved him messing with Grian a bit. He smiled as he spoke.

“Didn't you say you found my phone number?” He asked, looking up from the note pad. Grian blinked from surprise and straightened himself. 

Scar recalled from when Grian broke into his work place and stole his address information. He had mentioned that his phone number was there too, making Scar think Grian took that too. 

“Uh- I found it but I never memorized it, why?” The other explained, taking his hand and putting it on the back of his neck. Scar could only giggle before continuing to write.

“Just wonderin’!” Scar replied, moving to the bottom of the sticky note. He wrote his number, mostly for the fact that he didn't want to be interrupted again and again without warning. He handed the paper back.

Grian read the list, his hands visibly tensing when he read the phone number. 

“Why are you giving me this?” He hesitantly questioned, looking up at Scar.

“To set a date!” Scar responded, his smile turning into a playful evil expression. He was expecting some sort of laugh or offended response.

Most definitely not what he received.

He saw Grian lightly tap the pen as he glanced back now to the notes in his hand. He noticed the other's ears got red, making Scars smile fade from realizing he might’ve messed up. 

Did he make Grian mad? Or did he accidentally fluster him? Either way, he feared it meant a negative reaction.

“I say a calendar date that involves you checking on my bird. Not some… dinner at a restaurant with fancy music and clinking plates.” Grian responded, narrowing his eyes and putting the sticky notes away in his pocket. He looked back up towards Scar, who was impressed that he didn't snap at him.

“Uh- Yeah! That's what I meant…!” Scar answered, snapping and finger gunning towards Grian, who stood with a blank expression. “That and the fact that you keep popping up at random times. It spooks me whenever that happens!” He added, crossing his arms whilst looking away. He was making the entire situation dramatic, his specialty. He enjoyed putting more emphasis on his feelings, which made him more prominent in the conversation. 

Grian could only let out a weak laugh, turning to walk off. “Alright, alright. I'll let you know when you can come by.” He responded, quickly making his way on the sidewalk. He didn't wave goodbye, but Scar sure did. 

-_______-☆•°~

Scar walked into the main area for where his co-workers would go for lunch and chill out on their breaks. It had been another two weeks since he saw Grian, instead it was as Wednesday. He and the villain had been exchanging texts every now and then, Grian giving updates about the tamed wolf. Scar still questioned where this wild canine came from.

He hadn't had an actual conversation with Grian on messages. He was too afraid to say something wrong. Grian was a villain after all, the grip of his wrist from weeks ago showed what he was capable of doing. Scar couldn't bear the thought of making Grian upset. The comment about taking him on a date made him even just wince from thinking about it.

He was idiotic for saying such a thing. Why would he even request something like that?! But the general idea of having dinner with Grian wasn't the worst idea. 

Scar was on his lunch break. Nobody else was there when he took a gander, but wasn't surprising since his time never lined up with his. He sat down at a nearby, circle table. It had multiple chairs surrounding it, all empty from the lack of voices. He placed his paper bag on the table in front of him, digging inside.

He had made himself a ham and cheese sandwich, too tired to make any significant lunch. The white noise of the room made it easy for his mind to trail off. He kept thinking of his stupid actions with Grian, making himself red from embarrassment.

“Oh my God.” He groaned, his shoulders tensing whilst he stared down at his pre-made food. 

“What’s going on?!” A voice called out, startling Scar. The zoo keeper quickly turned his head around to see where the voice came from.

It was Bdubs, someone who was never in the public. He was more into designing and architecture of the place. He had the same urge to morph his voice to get more attention as Scar did. Though Bdubs never talked to people face to face, he was more than happy to voice over shows when Scar couldn't. 

“Oh! Hello…!” Scar responded, snapping out of his circle of thoughts. He took a hand and waved a greeting, gesture to a nearby chair. Bdubs smiled and took a seat and sat down, placing a palm on his chin. 

“What were you groaning about?” Bdubs asked, putting his elbow on the table and tilting his head. Bdubs was abnormally kind. Even if you killed his family, he would forgive you but with a price. 

“Uh- Nothing really. Just some embarrassing childhood memory, really!” Scar responded, finally taking a bite of his food. The lie soaked through his mouth, but nothing he wasn’t used to. He then took out his phone, quickly checking the time before placing it on the table. He didn't want to stay for too long and overstay his break.

“Jee. Yeah, nobody likes those. They are way too pesky, always keeping on your doorstep when you least expect it! Then it's on your mind all night long before falling asleep and forgetting about it until months later.” Bdubs commented, having exaggerated hand movements as he talked, almost cartoonish. Every word stuck with Scar, ‘pesky,’ ‘doorstep,’ ‘all night long,’ were all words that sounded all too familiar.

Bdubs then turned back to Scar, leaning back a bit. “Anywho. Do you have any plans tonight? Me and the rest of the Cabin Core guys were thinking we could all hang at your place!” He asked, showing genuine interest. Scar paused for a moment, looking off to the side.

The Cabin Core group contained him, Bdubs, Etho and Scott. Etho loved the machinery around the park, though he didn't work there. He had some sort of night security job, making him not able to come to a lot of meetings. He never specified what company or place he did so. Scott worked in the gift shop of the zoo, able to make Build-A-Bear like stuffed animals for children. 

“I don't think I do, actually! I think I'm caught up with planning for the week.” Scar responded, shrugging before taking another bite. As if it was right on cue, his phone buzzed and vibrated against the table. He froze, he wasn’t ever used to getting calls, especially at work. He took a look and was almost jumpscared by seeing Grian's name pop up. He paused before grabbing his phone, standing up. “I'm gonna take this outside. I'll text you when I know if I can provide some sort of group meeting!" Scar told before walking to an exit door.

He walked outside, the metal door clinking shut as he answered. He took a breather before holding the phone up to his ear. “Talk to me!” He started, leaning against a brick wall-like fence that gave the building a sense of security.

“Hey, Scar-” Grian spoke on the other line, Scar perking up from the sound of his name. He shouldn't have been surprised by the acknowledgment of his name. He was popular around the zoo and name tags were quite obvious. Grian had yet to use his name. It wasn't supposed to give Scar a shiver, though, no particular reason it wouldn't either. 

“Was wondering if you could come by at some point to check on my parrot. I want to make sure I'm doing everything right.” Grian asked, Scar almost zoning out to the sound of the others' voice.

“Guh- Uhm…” Scar was hesitant to answer. There was a chance Grian might've been planning some sort of harmful attack from getting flustered or upset. Or there was a chance he could be telling the truth. 

“Wait- you haven't even taken me somewhere!” Scar stalled, still thinking over the situation.

“...pardon…?” Grian croaked, he was obviously taken off guard.

“You can't just invite me over without some sort of pre-approval of social interaction over some expensive dinner!” Scar responded, almost immediately regretting his words. His jaw dropped while he caved and his eyes expanded, hearing Grian just pause on the other line.

“Are you asking to go on a date…?” Grian asked, his tone high pitched and puzzled. 

“What?? No! But if your offering-” 

“No.”

“Ah.” Scar wince as embarrassment drowned him. He felt his legs get heavier, leaning more onto the low wall.

“Alright, fine! Send me your address. I should get home by 8 but I take a shower before I do anything. Might be until 8:30 to 9:00 till I can make it.” Scar explained, his face feeling warmth on his face fading away. 

“Mk. I'll text you later. Let me know when you're on your way.” Grian responded, as if he was gonna sign off. 

“Will do! Goodbye, love ya-” Scar paused, wincing harder. He felt himself collapse onto the brick fence, keeping his phone near his head whilst his arm rested.

“...Bye?” Grian responded, followed by beeping coming from his phone, indicating that the call had ended. 

Scar bonked his head on the brick wall, exhaling from exhaustion. He tried propping himself up, soon just lightly hitting his head on the fence over and over. He hated what he ended the conversation with, even more mortified and wished for a non-timely death from some sort of plane crash or shot. 

He then gave himself a headache, finally looking up and straightening himself. He stared off into the distance, narrowing his eyes. He began to think about how he basically just ditched Bdubs for some pretty, no- villainous person. He felt even more terrible, stuffing his face into his hands while he leaned against the brick once again. 

Scar shook his head, refusing to get ahead of himself. He could dwell on it later; where he could be the only one with his thoughts and overthink yet again. He groaned as he walked back to the exit door, while it seemed more like an entrance door full of regret. 

“Hey, Bdubs! I just remembered I have to take Jellie for a vet check up after work…! How about the weekend? Like- Saturday?” Scar responded, trying to keep his voice from getting wobbly. Bdubs turned to Scar, standing up from his seat. 

“Oh, yeah! That's fine, you can go and take care of that! We can reschedule if you want!” Bdubs exclaimed, clearly fine with it. Like stated before, Bdubs was very forgiving. “Let me just text and tell the group about the change!” He added, taking out his phone and started typing. He made his way out of the room, keeping his head down while warning the others.

Scar watched as he walked off, feeling more and more regret and torture. He sighed and went back to his seat, suddenly lacking his appetite. He started to pack his lunch up, carefully so he could eat it on his way home. He checked the time by bringing his phone back up, quickly realizing he had overdone it by 10 minutes. He cursed, running off and leaving his paper bag unattended while he got back to work.

Chapter Text

It was 8:25 pm. Scar had just got out of the shower and put on decent clothing. He went over the outfit he wore over and over again subconsciously, trying to not look like an idiot but not like he was trying too hard. He settled on a pure, dark gray button up flannel matching with basic jeans. 

He didn't want to over or under dress, though he was gonna see a parrot therefore he needed something that wasn't gonna be the end of the world if it was torn.

He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, trying to dry his hair with a blow dryer. He glanced over at his phone, which sat on the counter top, while it buzzed a notification. It was Grian.

By the way, see if you can bring treats. I'm low and I currently cannot get more from being busy.

Scar read the text and nodded, turning off the dryer and setting it down. He walked off while taking his phone, responding to the message.

Will do!

He sent it, not expecting a response so placed the device in his pocket. He made his way to his work desk, sitting down and spinning the chair to face a storage shelf with many drawers. 

He always kept spare bits and bobs just in case, treats being one of them. He dug through the bottom drawer, the one labeled ‘food’. He spotted a small baggy of dried fruit, taking it and closing the shelving unit with his foot. 

He took a hard look at the food, seeing if it was still edible. As he examined them, he felt a vibration from his pocket. He was surprised but handled the phone once again. 

Oh and, I made frozen pizza for myself later. If you want some when you're here, you are more than welcome. 

Scar paused, blinking. One, he realized Grian spoke in perfect grammar when he sent off messages. Not even a single ‘ur’ in sight. Two, he thought back to when he fumbled and spat out something about dinner. He felt like it was a joke, but yet again, Grian didn't seem like the most sarcastic person. 

He then just brushed it off, standing up to make his way to the door. He didn't want to overthink every move he did. That would make going to this house hell with needles implanted on the floor and a 50% chance to get utterly humiliated from the fact you can't walk around. He took keys from a wooden bowl next to the door, unlocking the knob and walked out. He closed the wooden gate behind him, spinning the keys on his finger. 

He sighed, getting into his car. He had to mentally prepare for seeing a bird. How pathetic of him? He then went through him and Grian's messages, finding the bird owner's address and implanting it into Google maps. He propped the phone up on the console, knowing the AI voice never helped him.

He had trouble remembering lefts and rights, making him lost almost every time. He couldn't risk getting lost this time, so he made the map visible at all times. 

He finally was on his way to Grian's house. 

He was a nervous wreck. What if he says something offensive? What if the bird attacks him?! And not to add on the fact that Grian is, indeed, still a villain. Heck, he had recently robbed a bank. Sure it wasn't a lot, but he still committed a crime! 

Scar was tense the entire car ride, every second was just closer to doom for him. He felt sick, car sick. 

The turning in his stomach distracted him. He couldn't tell if he was hungry, nervous, or some weird stomach bug. 

Before he knew it, he was at the Grians home. He parked in the driveway, stepping out with shaking hands. He locked the car, taking a look at the look of his house.

It was small. Clearly meant for one person. It had gray sides with a black roof, plants galore. He had greenery ridden up his house and clovers covering the lawn. Moss was on nearby rocks, giving Scar a sense that Grian had a deep passion for plants. He inhaled, making his way to the door. He knocked.

Almost immediately Grian opened it, his expression soft and not at all what Scar expected.

Grian had a dark blue t-shirt with a white trim around the edges. He had added black pants with a dark belt, silver accents attached. 

“Oh, hey!” Grian greeted, stepping off to the side to let the zoo keeper inside. Scar didn’t step inside, leaning forwards to inspect everything first; but not without looking over Grian's unusual clothing.

“Don't ask about my outfit.” He spat, narrowing his eyes a bit. Scar paused before nodding and looking back inside.

He took a gander around the place, it was weirdly plain. It lacked the same greenery on the exterior. It had bookshelves but that's about it. 

“Oh! You weren't kidding when you said your place was bland…” Scar mumbled, hesitantly stepping inside. Most of the house was just a hallway that connected the rooms. The left contained the kitchen while the right contained the small living room. 

“Wow.” Grian responded, his tone acting like he was genuinely offended by the statement.  

“Uh-oh. I don't mean in a bad sense!-” Scar immediately backtracked, that lingering fear was still afloat. 

Grian let out a laugh, amused that Scar thought he was being serious. “Yeah, well, I don't have the time for decor. Nevertheless, even decorating the back yard.” Grian spoke, guiding Scar to where he kept his parrot. Scar was nervous about every corner. He had no reason to think Grian was gonna pull something but there was no reason why he wouldn't. 

“Alright, here's the room.” The other spoke, opening a door with a creak. He had a specific room dedicated to just bird orientation things, including the bird he owned. There was a sign above the cage where the parrot sat, reading ‘professor beak’ across. 

“Oh wow- you really take a hobby into this. And I thought I was an animal fanatic!” Scar joked, exploring the room with his eyes. There were shelves among shelves; books and figures were all something parrot themed. He turned to a corner near the door, his eyes widening from a strike of fear. 

It was a mannequin with the outfit Grian would wear for his shenanigans; Pesky Bird's clothing choices. 

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I meant to put that away before you came over. I was distracted.” Grian croaked, walking over the villain coded suit. 

Distracted? With what? The fact that you were gonna have a visitor? If anything, that should be the reason why it's on the top of your list. 

“I-Its fine! You knowww- It's not like I'm bothered that you literally committed a crime yesterday…!” Scar responded, letting out a weak laugh. Grian didn't, instead he just stood in front of the dressed mannequin, knowing he couldn't drag it. 

“Uh- do you perhaps have a list of what chores you do for your parrot friend? Or a dedicated area for food and such?” Scar asked, turning back around to the cage. He tried to change the subject. The bird was indeed a Scarlet Macaw. Its feathers were bright, with few missing feathers. It let out small and quiet noises, titling its head towards the unprompted visitor. 

“No, not really. I'm not the kind of person to keep an organized area. But the feed I bought is next to the cage. If I had a list, I don't know where it would be.” Grian explained, pointing to where the bag of food was. Scar started to get a sense that Grian's mind was all over the place day in and day out. Scar was somewhat the same but he kept a messy organization style. He made his way to where Grian pointed, crouching down to read the bag.

It was a Kaytee branded bag, listing off pros if your bird consumed it. Scar was impressed that Grian would actually listen to him.

“I also got a mirror for when he was lonely, like you said. He's seeming happier after I've gotten those minerals and such.” Grian added, putting his hands behind his back. Scar stood back up, nodding at his comment.

He looked into the cage, trying to take a look at the wing from afar and behind twisted metal. 

“How many feathers did you clip off?” Scar asked, seeing if he could get prior knowledge of what Grian did.

“Do what?” The other questioned, Scar could hear him shift.

“When you clipped the wings, how many did you clip off?” Scar added, turning back around with a confused face on him.

“Oh! Right. Sorry- eight. I clipped eight off along that line of the primary convert feathers, both sides.” He quickly explained, the jolt of realization made Scar question why he forgot that he did it in the first place. 

“You really remembered the name of the feathers? For someone who doesn't even want to organize, I'm impressed that you kept that in your head.” Scar said, walking back to Grian. Everything was fine with the bird. It had toys, a mirror with healthy food and a lot of room; what else is there to add? 

“Yeah, well, you explained it.” Grian responded, lolling his head around before walking out of the room. Scar blinked, his eyebrows raising. 

The fact that Grian said that him specifically explaining it made it easier to understand made Scar pause for a moment. It was the fact that he was being listened to in the first place made his face get warm, letting out a small, exhaled laugh. He then heard Grian call for him from the kitchen, making Scar snapping back into reality and jolting his head.

“Sorry! I was just taking a closer look at your parrot!” Scar yelled back, walking out of the bird themed room. He made his way to the kitchen to see two plates with pizza on them. The dining table was small with two chairs, the table being placed in the middle of the cold room.

“Like I said, I was making frozen pizza. You were saying that I could have taken you somewhere so this is repaying my debt.” Grian explained, placing two cups of water next to the dishes. Scar was caught off guard, most definitely not expecting him to actually make dinner.

“Oh! A-Alright!” Scar croaked, taking the seat closest to him. He sat down, reaching for the cup. It was a mug with a god awful dad joke. ‘If you see a crime happen at an apple store, what does that make you?’ wording across the front. Scar looked puzzled as he read it. 

“Why the pun?” He asked, turning to Grian. The other looked up as he was taking a bite. 

“I noticed that you had the corny joke on the mug you drank when I came by the first time. I personally hate it, so rather hold it over your head than ignore it!” Grian responded while nudging his hand towards the cup that Scar was holding.

Scar laughed, taking a sip from the mug. He was a bit embarrassed that he saw that he had that mug, though it was interesting that he remembered such a small detail. He then took a bite from the pizza. It wasn't until now that he realized how hungry he was. He hardly has breakfast, he had a bite for lunch and only got off work an hour ago. He started practically devouring it, every bite feeling like heaven was coating his mouth. 

“How hungry are you…?” Grian hesitantly asked, he hadn’t even eaten half of his first slice. Scar looked up mid bite, realizing that he looked real desperate; because he was.

“Uhh- I’ve had nothing today. Maybe a few bites of a sandwich but that's about it. Sorry if I was disrespectful-” Scar explained, his voice high pitched and a bit wobbly. Grian just laughed at the statement. 

“Dont be sorry for simply eating! Help yourself. I don't want you to be starving, it's the least I can do for you since you’ve helped me.” The other replied, shaking his head and pointing to the kitchen countertop with the rest of the pizza on the cooking pan. Scar nodded but didn't get more, now just eating slower.

Quiet filled the room, yet it wasn't uncomfortable this time. Scar would look up at Grian for a second before noticing his eyes were closed. He was obviously at peace, just enjoying the presence of Scar. The zoo keeper couldn’t help but stare yet again, the calm feeling was almost infectious. 

Grian’s phone then buzzed, startling both of them. Grian took a second to process what happened and picked up his phone, answering the caller. 

“What do you want? I have company.” The man said, irritated by the sudden interruption. Scar could only hear muffled voices, but couldn't quite seem to catch a word. Grian groaned.

“Yes, it's the zoo keeper.” He grumbled with an exhalation while giving Scar a quick glance before looking down at the floor. “What do you want?” He asked one more time.

It took a second before Grian’s expression shifted to worries while straightening himself. He whispered something under his breath, Scar noticing his breathing increased. 

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Give me a little under an hour.” He said, standing up and leaned over the table. He then hung up, looking over at the puzzled man. Scar’s mind was all over the place. Who was he talking to? Why was he so worried? His mind raced with a thousand questions. 

“You know that tamed wolf I've been updating you on?” Grian asked, fidgeting with his fingers against the table. Scar nodded. “Somehow he’s gotten worse the past few days. I haven’t seen the fella since Saturday.” It was Wednesday. Scar then stood up as well, already making his way to the door.

“I'll see what I can do for it!” Scar told, reaching for the door knob. 

“Wait!” Grian called out before running over to Scar and stopping him from opening the door. Grian's palm was on top of the zoo keeper’s own, the touch making Scar's skin shiver. 

“It's at the light house.” Grian said, looking up at Scar. The zoo keeper swallowed. 

“What do you mean?” Scar asked, leaning back a bit. His heart raced, getting more and more nervous by the second. What did he mean by ‘the light house’? What light house?

“Our base. Where we hide away when we don't feel safe returning back home just yet.” Grian explained, his hand tensing around Scar's. 

Of course. What was Scar really expecting? Why wouldn't they have some sort of hide out.

“Oh! Uhm… I-I guess I will then be on my way back home.” Scar replied, turning his head back to the door but the rest of his body froze. The overstimulation of being confused, scared, and a bit flustered overwhelmed his head. Grian took a second to respond with a shake of his head.

“No- you will be able to spot what is wrong faster.” The man stated, stepping back and releasing his grip. Scar paused, blinking while turning back to Grian.

“Isn't the hideout supposed to be a secretive thing?" Scar shrugging a bit. Grian glanced off to the side, trying to think of a solution. 

“As long as you cover your eyes, it's gonna be fine.” Grian responded, looking around to figure something out. He then walked over to his bedroom, leaving Scar by the door.

Was he actually gonna go to the base? Did Grian really trust Scar even being near this building?! And he has yet to know who the wolf even belongs to.

Grian walked out of his room with a sleeping mask. It was pure black, no special design. 

“I never used this, but it will work for you. Here-” The man told, handing the mask to Scar. “Put it on when we get to my car.” He added, turning back to the door and opening it. He grabbed Scar’s wrist as they both walked out, guiding him to his car.

Scar let Grian drag him around, closing the door behind them. 

“Uh- may I ask how long this car ride is gonna be…?” Scar asked while they made it to Grian's car.

“Half an hour. Now put the sleeping mask on.” The man responded while opening the car door for Scar. The zoo keeper nodded, sitting down while putting the mask on as instructed. He was a bit worried since it was a longer ride than he expected but decided not to question it.

He heard the door close as he got comfortable, clasping his hands together and placing them in his lap. He noticed that the other door had opened and Grian crawled inside the vehicle, starting the car while slamming the door closed. 

“I need to call Selene and warn her that you are coming as well.” Grian spoke, Scar hearing him shift and buzzing from a phone.

Scar then perked up at the name Selene, a member of the Villies gang. 

“I'm going to see a villain's pet…?” He hesitantly questioned, a shiver going down his spine. What was he expecting really? He didn't think Grian had much of a friend group outside of the Villies.

“Shut up and just-” Grian growled before the villain picked up. “Heyyyy!!” He told, quickly changing his tone.

“I'm bringing Scar with me. So at least put your mask on.” Grian commanded, a muffled voice on the other end.

Scar couldn't catch anything yet again.

“Woah- No no no no!” The man let out a weak laugh. “That's not- no. I'm seeing if he has any idea what is wrong with Tilly since we already tried all that we could.” He added, Scar hearing him shift in his seat.

Why was he so in denial of something Selene said? Though, Scar didn't know anything about the villain so there was no point to think about it for too long. He then realized the name of the tamed wolf, ‘Tilly.’

“I- no! Don't- oh my God. Just put on your outfit or at least your mask.” Grian groaned before hanging up the phone. “I swear… I'm gonna kill her one day.” He whispered under his breath.

Scar didn't say a word, too scared to make Grian more upset. All the sudden the ‘comfortable’ silence might as well have been a myth to the air. 

The lack of voices in the atmosphere made Scars mind linger. He was thinking of possible ways that this canine would be sick. What does the inside of this base look like? What are the other two Villies actually like behind the scenes? He almost dreaded going to this base of theirs.  

The 10 minutes of silence made Scar feel more aware of every breath he took, every fidget he made and every time he bounced his leg.

He then heard the other man sigh.

“So tell me, what are you planning to do over the weekend?” Grian asked, the car turning as he spoke. Scar was a bit surprised from the small talk; and to be quite frank, he was even more confused about the question itself.

“Oh, uhm-” Scar cleared his throat and straightened himself. “Yeah, I do have plans actually. Me and my group of friends are gonna hang out at my place at some point! Just normal friendly talk, that's all.” He explained, putting his elbow on the car door and resting his head on the window. 

“Oh, I see! Do you guys often make time to see each other?" Grian responded, Scar shaking his head.

“Nah. We just do it whenever one asks. We kinda just talk and catch up since most of us are busy. Rarely drinks are involved. Or we play stupid games, you know like truth or dare or and such!” Scar answered, smiling from getting more excited to see the Cabin Core all once again. 

“You guys really play truth or dare? What next, looking through magazines and pointing out the most attractive?” Grian asked, laughing a bit. He was obviously being sarcastic but the comment made Scar get flustered.

“Please, as if we would giggle around a table listing pretty people!” Scar told, letting out a laugh. He shifted himself to be comfortable again, his past position was too formal.

“Right… So you're telling me you aren't the giggle type when thinking of someone?” Grian teased, chuckling under his breath. Scar let out a hummed laugh. 

“What made you think that!” Scar told, still smiling from the humorous situation. He felt his face become warm and his stomach twist with pleasure. He hadn't had an interaction like this with Grian before. He guessed that the small meal just felt normal.

“I don't know, you have that charm I guess!” Grian responded. Scar then straightened himself, still having a big smile on himself. 

“And do you not? What do you do in your free time!?” He asked, turning his head towards Grian. He couldn't see a single thing but it was still worth facing the driver. He put his right hand on his own cheek, flexing his left hand near his legs. It took a second before Grian had responded.

“Just- Shut up and sit still until we get to the base!” He growled, shoving Scar's face away. The zoo keeper giggled.

“Jee- don't tease me while I'm blind folded!” He said before immediately regretting his words. His smile faded and bit his bottom lip. He tensed, shifting his position to be completely straight. He swallowed while he tilted his head down. 

The same feeling from the call rushed back; embarrassment, shame, and flusteredness flooded his head. He heard Grian exhale a bit.

“Uhhh- I-I didn't mean to make it sound like that! It was an accident! Uhmm… I-”

“Scar, Scar! It's fine!” Grian laughed, though it sounded forced. Those words didn't affect Scar at all. If any, it just made it worse.

He sunk into the seat more, wanting to somehow get shot with an arrow on his side and die from blood loss. It was a few seconds of silence, though it seemed like years. 

“We are almost there. By the way, watch your step while walking up to the door. There's this part of the walkway where the wood is very weak and will break if you put your weight onto it. We accidentally stepped onto it and it shattered underneath us. All of us didn't get injured, of course, but sometimes you can hear whispers around it which makes my skin crawl…” Grian explained, making a shiver noise as he ended his speech. Scar nodded, straightening himself once again. 

“Alright.” Scar croaked, clearing his throat. They both didn't talk the rest of the ride. The zoo keeper kept spiraling in his own thoughts.

Why did he say that?! There was no reason why that should have popped into his head. His face and ears were still hot, his heart racing in his chest. 

They had finally reached the base.

“Okay, we can take off your mask when we get to the walkway so you don't step on weak point.” Grian stated, the beeping of the car and the door opening filling the atmosphere. Scar tried to open the door but quickly realized he had no idea what this car looked like. He cursed, trying to find it before hearing a click the door being opened.

Grian then took Scars hand, helping him to get out of the car. The zoo keeper stumbled a bit, not expecting the action. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ before feeling Grian’s hands make his head tilt down. 

“Oh- I can take it off myself-” Scar told Grian, getting completely ignored while Grian took it off himself. The light was harsh on his eyes, making him squint. It took him a second to fully gain his vision, finally processing that Grian was still in front of him. He had his eyes and posture relaxed, weirdly pleased from the looks of it. 

“Right! Here- follow my lead.” He commanded, taking Scars wrist and guiding him to the base. It was the lighthouse. They were far from the main town, the building looking abandoned previously. Grian moved in very specific ways, stepping in spots that looked dented. They made it to a set of stairs, flower garden beds around them. Grian let go of Scar and opened the door.

“I'm hoomeeee!!~” Grian called out, stepping inside and moving to the side for Scar to walk in as well. Selene, the other member of the Villies, was standing in the middle of the room with crossed arms. She was in her costume.

The room was more like a kitchen, a storage room under the spiraling stairs on the wall. 

Selene took a hard look at Grian. “Why do you look like you were forced to wear that in high school?!” She spat. She was referencing Grian's unusual clothing choices. 

“Uh- I-I don't know. I wanted to try something different. I'll change, I guess!-” Grian exhaled, trotting up the stairs and leaving the villain and civilian alone. Both the civilian and villain stayed on the main floor, watching the other leave. Selene then turned to Scar, quickly jumping up and grabbing his wrist, pulling him close.

Scar yelped, obviously not expecting the jump of expressions. Their faces were close, the mask of Selene was the only thing separating them. Scar could see that she had narrowed eyes, her breathing apparent.

“C-Can I help you?-”

“What mind games are you pulling on Grian?”

“...What?-”

Scar genuinely had no idea what she was talking about. Selene furrowed her eyes further, irritated towards Scar. His pupils shrunk, fear striking his veins. 

A villain was confronting him. A villain. Except he didn't have a premade bias on this one, making every word she said more and more threatening. 

“You are obviously pulling something for make him trust you this much.” 

Her voice was stern and monotone. The grip around Scar's wrist tightened, making him wince. He started to remember the time Grian did the same. But now he was on the shorter end; making him lean back from intimidation. 

“I don't know what you're talking about!” He responded quickly, the villain tugging on his arm. She was most definitely not liking that response. 

“Really? You're not manipulating him at all?!” She added.

“I- No?! What makes you think that?” 

Selene just barely loosened her grip.

“He won't shut up about you.” She stated, leaning I bit closer; making Scar take a small step back.

“Everytime I mention my wolf, he keeps bringing up the fact that he has a- ‘personal zoo keeper!!’ or some other gooey name.” She responds, keeping her gaze locked on Scar. “Gets real annoying real fast.” 

Scar paused, trying to process the words being sent to him. 

“I don't know what to tell you!” He responded, the familiar overstimulated feeling fading back into view. Selene took a second to respond.

“You do realize who you are talking to, right? I will snap your neck in half if you are lying.” She growled, digging her nails into Scar's skin.

“I'm not! I'm truly not!!” He answered, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. Selene stared at him for a solid 10 seconds before hearing footsteps coming from the stairs.

“SELENE!” A voice spat, it was most definitely Grian. Scar and Selene whipped their heads around to face him, though both did not move the rest of their bodies. Grian was changed into his regular outfit he was naturally seen with. 

“Let go of him! Show him Tilly before I make you.” He growled, standing next to the two. Selene turned her head around to the frightened man, soon releasing her grip from his wrist. She placed her palm just below Scar's shoulder, shoving him back and then turning around. She mumbled ‘follow me.’ under her breath.

Scar paused, glancing over at Grian for some sort of context.

“Just ignore her. She's just- skeptical.”

“Why did she keep saying I was manipulating you?-” Scar quickly asked, almost cutting Grian off. 

“Huh?” 

“She said that you constantly talk about me or something.” 

Scar noticed Grian get tense, his eyes widening and his hands messing with the hem of his red sweater.

“She's just exaggerating it!” He explained, lightly patting Scar’s shoulder a bit before carefully pushing him to follow Selene. Grian let out a weak laugh before walking back up stairs, leaving Scar on his own. 

The puzzled man stood for a second before hesitantly following Grian’s orders. He realized Selene must have gone down a ladder that was implanted under the flooring. He started to climb down, his mind distracted and not fully conscious of what he was doing. He was met with Selene waiting impatiently, tapping her foot on the ground with crossed arms.

“Figure out what's wrong with her.” She pointed out, throwing her hand to the side where the wolf was at. The canine was on the floor with a blanket under it. It looked exhausted, wheezing with every exhale. 

“Oh! You weren't kidding…” Scar mumbled, walking over and crouching down. The wolf looked too ill to even try and attack. “You must feel terrible right now.” He whispered, gazing over the canine with his eyes. He then turned to Selene.

“Can you give me the medicine you have been giving him?” He asked, holding out his hand. Selene would just stare, her glare sharp; as if it was a crime to even ask her to do something. She groaned, turning to a shelving unit next to her. It wasn't until now Scar would process his surroundings.

It was a cold, basement-like area. Storage cabinets spreading across the walls and a faint echoed drip God knows where from. There was a back door near the ladder, the said door metal and most likely heavy to open. 

Selene took out a pill bottle container, handing it to Scar. “Here.” She growled, taking a step back.

Scar examined the bottle up and down, the pills inside clinking loudly as he turned the container in every direction. He paused when he saw the expropriation date.

“Selene… Are you aware this is over a year past its expropriation date?” He asked, giving a concerned glance to the villain. 

“What do you mean?” She asked, kneeling down and taking the bottle. “Oh fuck. The numbers are always too blurry to read, I just figured it was fine.” She added, the curse making Scars eyebrows raised from surprisement. “Let me go to a vet clinic and ask about medicine, I'll be right back.” She groaned once more, standing up and sighing. She climbed up the ladder, soon muffled speaking could be heard above.

“Hey, Grian, I need to change and go to a vet. Apparently the medication was clearly bad.” 

“Oh! Alright, you do that! Just bring your mask for when you come back.”

“Is that little friend of yours gonna stay for that long?” 

Scar then started to fidget with the collar of his shirt, unbuttoned and rebuttoned over and over again. He was nervous from the fact that he might have to be here longer than he wanted. 

The lack of knowledge of who Selene was as a person was making it very difficult to get an idea when she'd be back. 

“Most likely, he needs to make sure you get the right things to help you!”

A few footsteps would echo through the floorboards. 

“Mhm, sure. Just don't carry it to my bedroom. I don't care if it's the first one.”

“I… Pea- er- Selene!”

The words made Scar start to stand up, suddenly intrigued into the conversation. He wasn't expecting Selene to say something like that. 

“What?” Selene chuckled “I'm talking about eating food! It's concerning that you thought otherwise.” 

A slam of a door was heard, clear that the villain had left. There was a quiet groan that would rattle through floors.

Scar wasn't sure how to approach this situation. He most clearly heard everything and Grian's reaction meant he was upset. Scar didn't want to make that rage go higher, yet he didn't want to just stand there forever.

Scar started to make his way to the ladder, quietly poking his head into the room. He saw Grian at a counter close to the ladder, noticing that he was grabbing a mug while grumbling.

“Interesting conversation that was...” Scar told, climbing into the room. Grian was startled, almost dropping his mug straight onto the counter. 

“I forget how small this place is…” Grian mumbled, not making eye contact with Scar while he grabbed a small box near a window. “Just ignore her, she's just bored.” He added, reaching for the sink and putting the mug under it. 

Scar whispered out an ‘alright’ before putting his hands behind his back. He watched Grian fill the mug up with water and open the box to reveal many tea bags. He took one, opening the paper around it before placing it in the water. He leaned on the counter top, waiting.

Scar's mind began to wonder, the silence making himself bored. What else was he supposed to do?

He started to think of random scenarios, alot of them just being excited to see his friends. His mind then stopped, brewing something mischievous. He then decided to mess with Grian. It was better than standing awkwardly for God knows how long. His eyes locked to the back of the other's head. He took a step forward, trying to make his step quiet as possible. He leaned forward a bit, making it so his head was behind Grian's shoulder. He watched the water in the mug, quietly waiting for a reaction. 

It seemed that Grian didn't notice or hear Scar shift, as if he was in his own world. It was a solid 10 seconds before Grian would shake his, perking up.

“Oh- where are my manners—” He started, turning but immediately met with Scar. He yelped, trying to step back but the counter stood in the way. “Hi there!” He chuckled out, putting a hand on the countertop behind him. Scar chuckled, his laugh ringed with evil intent. He had a grin across his face, amused by the shock.

He watched Grian's face turn into multiple different emotions. Anger? Flustered? Confused? Scar couldn't really figure out what the other's mind was thinking.

“Right, manners-” He stuttered, turning back around. “Do you want tea as well? We don't have coffee but water works!” He added, picking up his mug while glancing back at Scar. He had a forced smile, very clear he was desperate for changing the subject. 

Scar took a step back and lowered his arms, his expression turning soft. “I can have tea!” He happily responded, walking over to the side and near a wall closest to the door. “Trying something new wouldn't hurt!” He told, Grian almost immediately jerking his head around which made Scar jump a bit. 

“You've never had tea?!” He spat, almost offended. Scar paused and quietly gave a shake of his head. He didn't know how to respond to that. He's never had tea but the fact that it made Grian upset made him want to shrink. 

“Alright, then I'm choosing your flavor.” Grian growled, reaching for a new mug and filling it up with water. He dug through the box of bags and picked one, the name not visible to Scar; though, he didn't care what flavor it was. As long as Grian picked it, he would drink anything given in a mug to him. 

He took a few steps behind him, putting his back against the wall and slid down. He was tired of standing. He hadn't had a single point of relaxation since he woke up.

Another wave of silence poured into the room. The faint sound of a spoon clinking against the mugs was the only sound. Scar sat slumped on the wall, looking upwards and resting his head on the wall whilst closing his eyes.

The quiet was calming, the same warm feeling from the small meal coming back. It made Scar’s heart slow down, his breathing so much more steady as his chest rose up and done.

“Back onto that topic from the car—” Grian spoke, leaning back onto the countertop. The sudden voice made Scar open one eye. “—Who are these friends of yours? I don't mean to be noisy but I don't know much about your day to day life.” He asked, turning his head to the side and down towards Scar.

The zookeeper hadn't expected that kind of question. The fact that Grian was even interested made Scar's face warm. 

“Oh! Well two work with me and one works at a security job. One is named Bdubs, the other is named Scott, and the one that doesn't work with me is Etho!” He explained, looking down towards the floor while fidgeting with his hands a bit. “You know… I won't be surprised if we spend an hour talking about that Rejects band if Scott comes with everyone else.” He grumbled, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh? Why's that?” Grian asked, crouching down with two mugs and handing one to Scar.

“He's almost obsessed with a member of the Rejects. Heck, he even buys every vinyl they come out with when he denies that he likes them!” Scar said, looking up and taking a sip of the tea. It was a bittersweet taste, like some sort of nut flavor. He paused, licking his lips while processing the taste. “Hazelnut…?” He asked, looking up at Grian for a response. The other nodded.

“Mhm!” Grian told, taking a sip of his own drink. “Not alot of us like it so might as well try to get rid of it.” He explained, letting out a small sigh and glancing down at the ground. 

He then looked back up at Scar, straightening himself. “Back to the subject, what do you mean? Why does he talk about BigB?” He added, smiling a bit. Scar stopped mid sip, having a puzzled expression on his face. 

“Why do you say BigB?-” He croaked, wiping his mouth with his hand while a warm grin faded on an expression. Grian perked up a bit, Scar noticing his face get red.

“W-Well you know! He's a popular likable member! Like- with his build and such.” He responded, his shoulders tensing and his head tilted down. Scar let out a small chuckle. 

“Uhuh… And what else is so interesting about him!?” He asked, leaning forward a bit. He was quite surprised. He didn't expect Grian of all people to have an eye for that stuff. 

“I don't know what you're talking about!” Grain told, closing his eyes and moving his body to face to the side. Scar just stared, not buying it a single bit.

“Right. So it's not the fact that he almost always wears thin, loose shirts? Or is it purely the fact that he is a drummer?” Scar argued, turning to put his back on the bottom of the countertop. Grian let out a laugh, letting his body face Scar once again. 

“Why of course not! I have specific tastes.” Grian promise, a smug expression forming on his face. Scar hummed a chuckle, taking a sip of his tea. He couldn't help but blush. 

This was the first time in a while where he felt completely comfortable. He didn't suspect there was some sort of trap. Of course he hid his fear quite well but it didn't mean it wasn't a worry. He couldn't wait to tell the rest of the Cabin Core group that he made a new friend; though how was he gonna explain that he was friends with a villain. 

“Hey, uhm- If I tell my friends about you, how would you want me too..?” Scar asked, bringing his knees to his chest. He kept both of his hands on the mug, keeping it close to him as he glanced over at Grian.

“What do you mean?-” The other said, having a quizzed expression on his face as he turned to Scar. 

“Well, since you're a villain-”

“Then don't.”

“Do what?” Scar responded. He was confused by the sudden snapped interruption. 

“Don't tell them about me if you're worried about the whole villain thing. Or you could lie and say I have a different occupation!” Grian offered. He had a forced smile on his face, his grin fading as he took a sip of his tea.

“Rather lie because I don't want them to be afraid to meet you…” The zoo keeper mumbled, glancing away from the other. 

“Why do you want them to meet me? I don't see a rhymal reason too.” Grian asked, shrugging while placing his mug next to him.

Scar paused. He didn't really have a good reason. It was just something in his gut telling him he should show them to each other. It was a weird feeling to be honest. Maybe he was just happy to have a new friend, or just simply wanting to be around this new figure more. 

“W-Well you don't need to see them. It would be nice for them to know I'm seeing someone out of the group.” Scar explained, not really processing what he had said. Grian blinked while straightening himself.

“Seeing someone? What is that supposed to mean?!” He quickly questioned, his voice higher pitched. Scar had noticed the other's ears had been tinted with a soft red. 

“OH! No no no! That's not what I meant!” Scar replied, his legs dropping and leaning back up. “I meant like- I'm having different friendships out of the little group I have. That's genuinely not what I meant!” He stumbled his words, embarrassment running back into his stomach. 

Grian would just narrow his eyes and sigh, standing up and taking the mug with him. 

“It's alright, Scar, really. I'm starting to get a sense you speak without thinking!” The villain stated, giving Scar a smug expression while he placed his cup into the sink.

The zoo keeper could just stare down at the flooring, feeling his face flush and get hot. 

“Anywho- Selene might be here any moment. She's usually quick about these things.” Grian told, leaning against the countertop and crossing his arms. Scar nodded, shakily standing. 

How is he fumbling this much socially? Genuinely- he should have not been this oblivious to things he's saying. 

Scar paused from what Selene said earlier. The fact that she had to change but realized that she never went up the stairs to do so.

“I thought she was gonna change her clothes or something?” He said, turning to Grian while pointing up the stairs. The other glanced over, looking confused.

“What do you mean? It's not like we live here.” He answered, raising his eyebrows. 

Of course. Why would they live here? Much too small to be a home and no amount of pleading would make this an address to send bills too. This stupidity and common knowledge made Scar wince from actually realizing what he said.

“Right- sorry… “ He quietly responded, walking back over to the side of Grian. He leaned against the countertop, taking a quick glance behind him in case there was anything there, which there was not. He looked down at the ground, hearing Grian rinse out the mugs. He placed his hands on the stone top, helping him prop himself up easier. 

He started to zone out, his vision blurred and sense of audio muffled. He thought of ways to tell the rest of the Cabin Core of how he had found a friend outside of the group. Would it be a simple thing to say or would everyone be asking questions? Will they be worried or chill about it? Would they even try to pry out information?! Questions kept rattling in his head, making his shoulders tense from wincing. 

Grain must have noticed this distressed language and decided to stop the circle of quizzes.

“By the way, I'm pretty satisfied with the information about birds.” He thanked, taking a step back to full face Scar. The sudden comment made Scar snap back to reality and turned to the other. He notices a warm smile on Grian's face.

“Oh! Uhm, you're welcome!” Scar responded, starting to relax once again. “I don't really understand why you won't research about it though.” He paused to make his posture more straighted while putting his palm on his chest. “But I guess my charm is irresistible!” He bluntly told, closing his eyes while tilting his head up. He heard a snicker come from Grian.

“Okay, whatever you say!” Grian responded, Scar opening one eye to glance over at him. He saw the other roll his eyes and lolly his head towards the stairs. “I gotta do something real quick, you stay down here.” He started before trotting up. Scar just blinked, off putted by the sudden need to flee.

Grian's tone and body language didn't show any nervousness to begin with. Scar then started to slide back down where he sat originally, not having anything to do. He fidgeted with his hands as he sat criss-crossed, watching his fingers dance with each other. He heard footsteps above him, clearly indicating that Grian hadn't gone past the second level. 

Only a few minutes passed before Grian came back down the stairs, holding something in his hands. It was a gray cat plush with button eyes. It was more like a rag doll than a normal plush. This made Scar quickly stand up and scramble over.

“I found this when I was getting groceries. It was in a ‘Clarence’ box, so full of random things. I saw that and thought you'd like it.” Grian explained, handing it over. It was dense, beans able to be heard from it from any sort of movement. Scar was beaming with joy, carefully holding it in his hands as if it was a fragment that needed to be protected by some upper being. 

“Awhh, aren't you adorable!” Scar told, acting like the plush was a newborn child. He glanced over at Grian, still smiling with happiness taking over his stomach. He noticed the other had almost a forced-like grin with dull eyes; an odd expression that should have been more drowned in pride. Scar didn't question it, opting to think that Grian wasn't the most expressive. 

He looked back down at the plush, just happy that someone got him something. 

“Thank you so very much! Nobody ever gets me anything!” He sincered, taking another look at Grian. He noticed his eyes more with life now, his smile looking less plastic. Grian nodded, letting out a soft laugh. The other walked past Scar and stood in the middle of the room. 

“Of course! Now lemme go call Selene to see if she's gonna be here anytime soon.” Grian stated, pulling out his phone and ringing up a call. Scar watched on the side, having the plush sit up on his hands. 

“Hey, when are you gonna be here?” Grian asked, rocking his feet while putting his free arm behind him. A muffle of audio would be heard from the phone.

“So I know when to expect you..?” He responded, having a confused expression. The villain on the other line must have asked for some sort of reasoning. Scar watched Grian's eyes widen and his head perking up.

“Will you just shut up about that? All I need is an estimated time frame for when you get here. I don't think Scar will want to stay for too long and he hasn't relaxed since he's woken up.” Grian explained, having an irritated expression now. Scar was surprised that Grian would even think about what shoes he was wearing.

It was true. Right when Scar wakes up he immediately goes and gets ready for work. Work isn't a walk through the park as well, having to constantly worry if an animal is sick or needs some sort of assistance. When he got home he had to go and take a shower as always but was caught up with trying to figure out what to even wear. He eats breakfast, of course, but he didn't have a fulfilling lunch and he didn't eat much at Grian’s place. The fact that Grian considered Scar’s time was a shocker from Grain popping up at the most random times. 

Grian sighed from an answer Selene gave. “Alright, that's fine, just wanted to know.” Grian responded before ending the call. He looked at his phone for a bit before glancing back at Scar and placing his phone back into his pocket. “She said it might take 5 to 10 minutes.” Grian said, looking back at the door. 

He looked almost impatient, though also calm? It was a weird emotion Scar couldn't quite point at. He would just nod and quietly sit on the stairs behind him, just now realizing how heavy his eyes felt. There wasn't anything to make his hands busy like drinking tea, nor a conversation to distract himself. The non-tense atmosphere and the racing thoughts made him at peace. 

They sat in silence once again, calming. The soothing feeling made Scar's mind wander, but this time not making him a nervous wreck. He thought of times where it was just him and his cat, Jellie. Times that weeks were too busy and that was the only time he had time to himself. Times where it snowed so hard that he had to stay inside. 

He couldn't wait to go home and feel the same feeling but with the added cat item beside him.

-_______-☆•°~

Grian walked down a hallway, tired out of his mind. He had just dropped off Scar after helping his villain partner, Selene. He dreaded the end of the long-gated walls. He knew he would get another lecture about making the entire process of luring the chosen victim taking longer than expected. 

He knew it would just lead to more problems to even explain. The fact that he got this argument every week made him dread for a new day to start. And he couldn't just quit from this supported ‘hobby’ of his. He physically couldn't. After leaving his last villain team, ‘Bad Boys’ from a different town and state, he found himself in a position where he could have more control over small things. He didn't realize he wasn't actually meant to be here, only ever meant to watch.

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Chapter 4: Knock Knock on Scar's door

The Cabin Core was finally hanging out together. It had been a solid month since they all had free time at the same time. Scar was always too busy with work, or he would say. Bdubs always tried to make plans but never really pried too hard to make said plans. Scott was constantly at the gift shop every day with angry customers that wanted a refund with something that was out of his control; making him not in the mood to hang out much. Etho had a security job that required a night shift so that was completely out of the picture.

They all finally found time for this plan to become reality. Apparently Etho managed to get a day off and the zoo had already closed for the day. It was around 10 o'clock, making it so it was pitch black outside. Scar and Etho had made soup for everyone to eat; it was easy and you could take as much as you wanted without making a mess. All four weren't the type to drink but every once in a while someone would bring something to try. Bdubs had brought a Cinnamon Apple flavored whiskey. None of them drank much, so it sat alone next to the couch.

Scar and Scott sat on the couch, Scar sitting on the right side and Scott sitting on the left. Bdubs sat on the ground across from Scott. The coffee table was low so it wasn't a hassle to hover over. Etho sat on the floor as well, sitting across from Scar this time. This was their normal arrangement. 

“Really? I'm surprised you didn't by the recent vinyl they came out with!” Scar told Scott, leaning back onto the arm wrest. He was referencing how Scott was obsessed with the lead singer, Jimmy. 

“Oh please, I'm completely done with that!” Scott replied, rolling his eyes while shifting into more of a comfortable position. “No more talking about that blonde… loser.” He added, almost hesitant to say ‘loser’. He reached to grab his bowl of soup. 

“Whatever you say!” Scar teased, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He then turned to Etho. “Anyways, Etho, how were you able to find a way to get some sort of night off? Feel like guarding something is a bigger priority than hanging with friends.” Scar asked, tilting his head a bit. Bdubs seemed to agree and turned to Etho as well to hear this answer. 

Etho blinked for a moment before shifting his mask up just a bit. “I- uhm…” He cleared his throat. “I got fired.” He grumbled while tilting his head down a bit. This response made everyone pause from shock. 

“Wait, what? How?!” Bdubs asked, leaning forwards a bit. He frowned, a concerned worry washing over him. 

“I broke some sort of violation. I'm not sure what I did to do that since they didn't tell me…” Etho responded, reaching for his share of soup in a bowl. He looked guilty, like he wanted to change the subject. Bdubs lightly patted him on the back. 

“Dawhh.. I'm sorry, bud.” He told, Etho glancing up at the comforting fellow. Etho nodded, sliding his mask down to drink some of his soup. He didn't need to have a hidden identity, he just liked having it for fun. 

Scar and Scott caught glances from each other, both knowing that the other had no idea what to do. Seconds clicked by before a knock would be heard from the door.

This time, Scar immediately thought it was Grian. He normally thought it was some sort of mail man or door-to-door sales man. He hadn't told the rest of the Cabin Core about his new friend and almost feared telling them in the first place. The other three looked over at Scar, his entire body almost frozen. He hesitantly stood up, dreading the door. 

He opened it, expecting some sort of worried man. 

“Hey, are you…” A man in a UPS driver suit started. He had a clipboard in one hand and a decent sized box in the other. “Mr. Gudtyme…?” He read, squinting his eyes at the clipboard. This was not what Scar was expecting. It took him a few seconds to process what the man had said.

“OH! uhmm, Gudtyme with ‘Scar’ at the front?” Scar asked, tilting the clipboard towards himself. The UPS driver nodded his head, getting ready to hand Scar his package. Scar took it and placed it on the ground next to him, the other man giving him a pen and facing the clipboard to him. Scar signed it and handed back the paper and writing utensil. The delivery man nodded, turning around and walked off while Scar mumbled a ‘thank you’.

Scar shut the door, picking up the package and struggled a bit to open it. The others were now all looking at Scar.

“What is it?” Bdubs asked, standing up and walking over to Scar. The zookeeper shrugged, shaking his head. He didn't remember buying anything, the tape ripping was just making it more suspenseful. The cardboard box finally opened.

It was a mini parrot bird figurine. It's wings were spread out as if it was frozen in time, the beak wide open. It looked like it was in a stance where it was about to catch some sort of critter or fish. The dots finally clicked in Scar's head, making his eyes wide. It was when Grian didn't visit for a bit, Scar didn't know how to get into contact with him but he figured buying a little gift for Grian would do something if he came back. He had completely forgotten about it since Grian came back before it even arrived.

“Why did you buy something like this? I know you like animals but I've never seen you interested in birds.” Bdubs comment, glancing at the mini bird. He was a shorter gentleman so he was eye level to it. This inference made Scott and Etho stand up as well, Scar backing up a bit from the sudden crowd. Etho mumbled an iconic ‘oh snappers’ under his breath. 

“It's uhm…” He glanced back down at the figure in his hand. Was this how he was gonna tell the rest about Grian? Was this the moment they were to ask a billion questions? 

“It's a gift.” Scar mumbled, for some reason he felt flustered. Scott raised an eyebrow.

“For who?” Scott said, looking at the other two. Scar tapped a finger on the figure as he thought.

“It's for a new friend I made, now if you excuse me, I'm gonna keep it safe for when I see him next.” Scar admitted, starting to walk to his room. He noticed everyone exchanging glances as he walked past but decided to pretend he didn't see it. 

As he walked into his bedroom, he placed the bird on his bedside table, thinking of ways to explain this gift. He knew the others were gonna ask questions. He knew they were curious on why he even has a new friend. He sucked in his breath and walked out, already hearing mumbled going around the group.

“Who's this new friend of yours?” Etho was the first to ask, everyone going back to their respected sitting spots. Scar swallowed as he walked back to his own spot on the couch.

“He needed some help with his bird once when I was working. He respectfully came up to me and asked some questions and such.” Scar explained, getting comfortable. “So go on, ask all the questions!” He told, rolling his eyes while twisting his wrist in the air. He earned a few chuckles from the group.

“Alright, alright! Why did you buy him a gift? Why were you so hesitant to tell us? Why were you even embarrassed about telling us? And why didn't you tell any of us in the first place?” Scott asked, leaning forward a bit. Scar was slightly overwhelmed by the amount of questions, feeling his face get hot when Scott mentioned that he was embarrassed; clearly showing that they could see the red in his face from earlier. 

“Woah, okay, chill! I-” Scar paused, processing what Scott had said. Why didn't he tell everyone? From his understanding, he wanted to tell them. He had no idea why he felt flustered from the fact that he had another friend to begin with. “I'm not sure why I didn't tell you guys. Actually, I'm not ever sure why I felt so weird about it in the first place!” Scar told, trying to play it off cool as if he wasn't just spiraling a second ago. 

“Scar, are you sure this is a… friend?” Bdubs exclaimed, letting out a small chuckle. Scar turned to Bdubs, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“I mean- yeah? I don't really kno- OHHH…” Scar then had a gasp of realization. The other three all laughed at watching their friend rethink his entire life.

Scar then started to get red, the comment making him answer every question. He slipped up his words because he was nervous around Grian specifically. He wanted to be around Grian all the sudden, as if they have been friends for years. He felt calm at the lighthouse with Grian, something that would make an average person feel awkward with a bit of silence. Imagery that immediately went to Scar's head when Grian simply said ‘Shut up and sit still until we get to the base,’ made sense now.

The zookeeper had feelings for a villain.

“Oh, now we have to know his name!” Scott said, breaking Scar's thoughts and snapping him to reality. Scar looked over at Scott, letting out a hummed laugh.

“Yeah, right. As if I'm telling you.” He replied, scoffing at the man. Now knowing this knowledge about himself, he knew better not to give more information. He noticed Bdubs perk up. 

“Wait, is it ‘Grain’ or something? I saw that name pop up on your phone when it rang the other day. I knew it was weird you said you had some last minute vet check-up.” Bdubs informed. Etho and Scott immediately turned back to Scar after looking at Bdubs to listen. 

“So you went with your-” Scott went to hold up his hands to form air quotes, “friend,” He settled his arms back down. “to where? Please don't tell me you went to his house, you barely know the guy.” Scott asked, his last statement sounding sarcastic, waiting to earn a laugh from Scar. He didn't laugh. He knew it sounded weird to say that he went to Grian’s house. Plus, a lot of the context would be even harder to explain.

Scar didn't say anything. He just glanced down at the ground while Scott connected the dots in his head.

“DON'T TELL ME YOU ACTUALLY DID?! Scar, you know how weird that is?!” Scott yelped, is opinion striking Scar like a spear.

“Hang on, hang on! I highly doubt it was any sort of date! I don't think Scar is that idiotic.” Bdubs told, raising his wrist in the air while twisting it. Scar perked up, nodding. 

“Yeah, it wasn't what you thought it was. I simply just went there to check on his bird, that's really it.” Scar informed Scott, the man looking like he didn't buy it. 

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More comments flew for the next hour or so. Not all of it was talking about a potential partner or date, some of the talk was just small debates like if you put milk before cereal.

After some time, Scott, Bdubs and Etho all went home, leaving Scar with cleaning up. As he started pouring the leftover soup from the bowls into the sink, he noticed the untouched bottle next to the couch. 

He paused, slowly placing the bowls into the sink and walked over. He grabbed it by the neck of the bottle and looked at the front. He was reminded that Bdubs had brought alcohol but nobody drank any. He figured it wouldn't be such a bad idea to try some of it; after all, Bdubs bought a decently expensive bottle of whiskey. 

Scar sat down, picking at the wrapping on the cap. He struggled but would soon unravel it and pop the top off. He wasn't planning on drinking a lot so he opted to drink straight from the bottle; why bring out a cup if he wasn't gonna keep drinking?

Scar hadn't drank in a solid year at least. He never was an alcoholic, the very thought always made him wince. But the drink coated his mouth and throat, quickly caving from how weirdly amazing it tasted. The apple flavor was strong, but not too powerful to make it sickening. The Cinnamon part of the drink was a nice aftertaste, making it so Scar would lick his lips as if he was begging for more.

He stared down at the bottle after taking a swig, quietly trying to determine if he was really going to drink tonight. He thought for a moment before taking another swig. He hadn't done this in forever, why not do it once and have a little fun. 

“Woah,” He whispered to himself, not expecting himself to cave so fast. He calculated how fast it would get him to get drunk at all. Knowing from the lack of alcohol he'd had in general made it clear it wouldn't take very long. He didn't know the side effects of getting drunk on whiskey but he didn't care to.

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More time passes by, maybe another hour. Scar didn't care to keep track of time. He's laying on the couch with lights turned off and the TV at 5 volume. He felt his mind fuzzy and hard to process what was even playing on screen. He had one arm over his stomach and another draped over the side of the couch, the nearly empty bottle in hand. He slowly blinked, the brightness of the TV almost giving him a headache. 

He took a moment to move his head away a bit, now face towards the ceiling. He then started to hear footsteps from outside, fast footsteps. This new found sound made Scar perk up a bit, confused and unfocused. The sound was then followed by quick knocking on the door, like someone was in a hurry. 

“Oh,” Scar cleared his throat. “Coming!” He spat, louder than he wanted. He stood up and stretched a bit before stumbling over to the door, the fuzzy thoughts being very new to Scar. He opened it with his non-alcoholed hand, immediately noticing Grian was panting but with his villain outfit on and mask over his face.

This startled Scar but then made him smile a bit before leaning against the door frame. His brain makes him do things he wouldn’t normally say.

“Think it's a bit too soon, don't you think?” Scar called out, his words a bit mumbled. This made Grian look up and take off his mask, revealing his puzzled expression. His face was red, but it was most definitely from sprinting from something. His hair was a mess.

“Do,” Grian coughed. “Do what?” He spat, words leaving him fast while he continued to pant. 

“Being out of breath and sweaty! Feel like we needed to arrange a better time… does right now sound okay?” Scar told, almost fully unconsciously speaking. His mind was screaming to stop talking, but that might as well have been just a little mumble to him. This comment made Grian look at him with confusion, anger and disgust all in one expression. 

“I- No?!” Grian paused, looking down at what Scar was holding. He swallowed as he tried to regain his breath. “Are you perhaps drunk?” He asked, pointing towards the almost empty bottle while glancing back up at Scar. The other just nodded, holding the bottle up and turning his head towards it.

“Maybe just a…” His mind wandered for a second before snapping back. “Bit! Maybe just a bit! I don't know, really!” He looked back at Grian. “Say, you want some? Not much left but it's better than nothing, aye?” He slurred out, dropping his arm and tiredly smiled. Grian looked as if he was thinking for a moment before perking up and rushing past Scar to enter his house. The man immediately collapsed on the hard flooring, spreading out like a star fish. 

“No, I don't need any. And I'm gonna rest here for a second before the cops find me. I just got done running away from them.” Grian explained, leaning up and taking off his scarf. He tossed the piece of clothing off to the side, laying back down on the ground. Scar turned around and closed the door, humming a laugh.

“If you say so! Tell me when you're thirsty, and no, I don't have water!” Scar told, winking as he sat back on the couch. He watched Grian groan and roll his eyes, finally gaining his breath. 

“Scar, how much have you drank?” Grian mumbled, leaning back up and glaring over at Scar. The other scoffed, holding up the bottle in his hand. His mind was still foggy, he couldn't focus properly and could hardly control himself.

“Uhhmm, this whole bottle? I'm not sure, I've been sipping on it for an hour or so!” Scar responded, lolling his head back. “By the way, why are you running from the cops?” He asked, keeping his head facing the ceiling. 

“I- SCAR! Do you normally drink?” Grian snapped, immediately standing up, snatched the bottle and looked at the labels. Scar shook his head looking over to the TV. It was the news, showing cops speeding down the roads. It overlaid blurred pictures of the Villies fleeting the scene. A news reporter was voice overing the footage but the noise was just muffled to the drunk man. Scar noticed Grian's picture and pointed to the television.

“Aww, look! He's pretty!” He called out, glancing back at Grian for a reaction. The comment made the villain perk up and whip his head around and back at the television. 

“You need water. I don't care if you said you don't have any, I can tell you're lying.” Grian grumbled, taking the glass bottle with him and not making eye contact with Scar. The other started to get frustrated from the lack of proper reactions. Grian walked towards the kitchen, putting the empty bottle on the counter and opened the fridge. He was met with a plastic wrapped package of water bottles, clear that some were taken out. He took a few and closed the fridge with one foot as he walked back. He places one thing of water and opens one to give to Scar.

“Knew you were lying, you freak-a-zoid.” Grian growled, handing Scar the now opened water. The man very lazily took the bottle and looked down at it, shaking his head. 

“Make me!” Scar wined, holding the water out as if it was a ticking time bomb. Grian looked at Scar with confusion then with a straight face.

“What will make you drink it? And don't you dare say-” 

“Give me a peak kiss!” Scar cut off, crossing his arms and started to form a smug expression on his face. Grian groaned from getting cut off mid sentence.

“I knew you were gonna say something like that. No, I'm not gonna give you a ‘peak’ or whatever. I would rather literally run away to a desert, live on top of a mountain, and have a one V one with you before I even think about that.” Grian snapped back, snarling as he squeezed his own plastic bottle. The threat made Scar slightly more aware than before.

“Alright, alright! Waterfall the drink then!” Scar suggested, now moving one leg to place above the other. Grian stood there with narrowed brows before rolling his eyes and sighing. 

“Whatever, tilt your head back.” Grian commanded, sitting on the couch with his knees below himself. Scar followed the instructions and did as told, tilting his head back and closing his eyes while handing back the bottle. Grian lightly held the back of Scar's head and brought the water to his lips. He tilted his wrist and slowly poured water, turning the bottle back to let Scar swallow and breath.

After a few times of repeating this, Scar held the bottle himself and drank at his own speed. The water cleaned his mouth from the sharp apple flavor. He felt just a smidge more sober, as in, he could actually think before he spoke. The plastic bottle clinked as he inhaled more water, the tension releasing right when he finished chugging. 

He panted, not realizing that he drank the water way too fast. He slumped forward, his head facing downwards. He felt Grian lightly pat his back and watched him take the empty bottle from his hands.

“There you go, now was that so bad?” Grian asked as he got up from the couch. He walked over to a trashcan and dropped it, turning back to Scar but not walking back. Scar glanced over with a slightly annoyed expression.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” He grumbled, his breath already regained. He was used to having to constantly move and unconsciously shift to calm to panic mode in an instant with being at the zoo. There had been plenty of emergencies that he needed to sprint to. He lollies his head back and lays limp on the couch. 

“Sorry for uhm,” Scar paused, thinking on how to word an apology. “The- The whole… flirtyness.” He slurred. He wasn't fully sober, it was still a bit difficult to speak proper sentences. Grian just nodded and made his way to the door, grabbing his thrown accessories as he did.

“You're fine. Call me if you need-” 

“Wait!” 

Grian paused, turning back to Scar. The other had his arm out as if he was terrified that Grian was gonna leave. Scar didn't realize how he reacted until now.

“Uhm, is it okay if you stayed? I don't know what I do when I'm even semi drunk so I'd rather have someone keep an eye on me.” Scar asked. It was a full blown lie. He had been just laying on the couch for an hour, he knew he was more than fine being by himself. He just wanted to see Grian more. It was either the alcohol or embarrassment that made his checks a bit red, either way, he was flustered. 

Grian blinked, looked at a clock above the TV, and signed. 

“Yeah, I guess. I have nothing better to do.” He groaned, walking back over and sitting right next to Scar. 

Scar's mind immediately wanted to say something in response to that, but the now clean part of him made him stop himself. 

Grian started to get himself comfortable. He took off his shoes to bring his knees up to his chest, taking his phone out and wrapping his arms around his legs. He propped his head on his knees, turning his cellular device on. Scar didn't really want to watch Grian's phone. Just staring down towards the coffee table, the light was blinding to him. 

Even though he was in his own world, he did catch a few glances. Grian was mostly just mindlessly scrolling on some sort of Instagram app, but sometimes went to respond to a text message that popped from the top of the screen. Scar was respectful enough not to see the text messages but he got a glance at the contact list. 

They were all relatively formal. 

‘Mom’

‘Dad’

‘Sibling 1.0’

Only one caught the looming one's eyes.

‘Hotguy.’

The name made Scar perk up, humming out a small laugh. The noise made Grian glance over at Scar with confusion.

“Jee, who's the ‘Hot guy’ then!?” Scar tease, grinning while looking down menacingly. He watched Grian's face turn red in a matter of seconds.

“SHUT UP!” Grian yelled, shoving Scar's face away. This made Scar burst out laughing, scooting away for a moment. 

“Okay, okay! Don't tell me then!” He spat back, his words slow. Grian just narrowed his eyes, holding his phone closer to him. 

“If you MUST know, I give random people hero names. I don't know why, it's just fun to see what their name would be if they were a part of the whole… hero vs villain scheme?” Grian then paused, blinking before turning to face in front of him. “Sound's stupid, I know.” He mumbled, making himself smaller.

“Nah, I get it! Do I get to know this ‘Hot guy’ though?” Scar asked, repeating the question. He went to sit closer, unconsciously wrapping his arm over Grian's shoulders. He realized what he had done, making him question his choices but felt like it was too late to do anything. Even if this act was random, Grian didn't seem to question. If anything, he seemed more relaxed. 

“Just ignore it. And besides, it's almost-” he paused to look at the time on his phone, “No, past midnight. You need to get some sleep. You have work tomorrow, right?” Grian growled, looking back at Scar while leaning back. 

The position Scar had made himself was making him have an internal panic. He just nodded, trying to act nonchalant as if he wasn't regretting the past 30 seconds. His expression didn't change, he didn't want to show his emotions. He was straight faced, surprising from an expressive person. His checks were still red from laughing. Grian then jerked his head down to his pockets, yelping out an ‘OH YEAH!’. This sudden noise made Scar snap out of his blank mind. 

“Before I go, I need to give you this thing I found while I was- uhm… thrift shopping.” Grian explains, taking out a ring from his pants pocket. It was thicker, a mini cat charm on the top and a clear stone shining with it. Grian took Scars hand that was over his shoulder, putting this accessory on his index finger. Scar had trouble processing what was happening. He took his arm from around Grian and looked at his hand. He then realized it had a silver cat charm, reminding him of Jellie who was sleeping in the bedroom. 

“Awwhhh!” Scar sequels, shaking his hand a bit to watch the charm dance. The gift then made Scar remember the figuring he had bought Grian. He immediately jumped up and ran to his bedroom, the sudden shift making Grian very confused. Scar almost tripped while going to his bedside table. He grabbed it and quickly turned around, sprinting out with a new figure in his hands.

“Speaking of gifts, I bought this a week ago, it’s a bird!” Scar exclaimed, excitedly handing it over. Grian hesitantly took it, looking at the mini statue. He looked between the figure and Scar, looking very confused and scared. Once he processed what just happened, his posture became softer. Scar could hear a whispered, ‘woah’ come out of Grian. 

“Thank you, this will go perfectly in my little parrot room.” Grian responded, holding it up to see it in a different view. Scar nodded, making his way to sit back on the couch. 

He was thrilled that Grian liked it. He was even more excited that he had a little accessory to wear at any time. He couldn't wait to show Bdubs, who was probably the most chilled out about this new figure in Scars life that worked with him. Grian then let out a loud exhale.

“Anyways, I should let you get some sleep. You seem more sober enough to not throw up while sleeping.” Grian explained, putting the figure in his pocket. The comment made Scar pause, the feeling of sadness that Grian was leaving washing over him.

“I mean- do you have too..?” Scar asked when he didn't even mean to ask. He fidgeted with the new ring. Grian looked up to Scar.

“I don't have to, but if you want me to stay I guess I could. Not like I have anything planned.” Grian responded, shrugging and leaning back to get comfortable again. The agreement made Scar smile, almost wanting to hug the exceptional man. 

“Though I don't have anywhere to sleep-” Grian tried to start while unconsciously getting ready to stand up before getting cut off by Scar quickly but lightly grabbing his shoulders. This action made the villain pause and glance up at Scar. The zookeeper didn't mean to make such a random move. He quickly let go, trying to backtrack.

“Oh, sorry- I didn't mean to do that… I've only had a bottle of water.” Scar tried to explain, feeling his face get hot from embarrassment. Grian's confused expression then morphed into the infamous ‘i-feel-bad-for-you-but-i-wont-say-anything’ Face. 

“Gah, you're fine,” Grian responded, turning back towards the nearly muted TV. He then leaned against Scar, bringing his legs up to sit up sideways. “I'll sleep here then!” Grian added, scoffing a bit. The change of tone and mood startled Scar. He froze, blinking while processing what was happening. 

Did Grian really just agree to anything Scar asked? Not like he was trying to control him but it might have looked like it from an outsiders perspective.

It took him a hot second before hesitantly wrapping an arm around Grian's stomach. It seemed like Grian wasn't being sarcastic. He let his head dip down, crossing his arms over his chest. He genuinely seemed content, his breathing steady. Scar knew this from feeling his diaphragm rise and collapse every few seconds. Scar didn't move, he hardly breathed. He was too afraid to do anything, even though there was no reason to be afraid. 

Minutes went by before Scar let his head fall back against the couch, finally breathing even slightly normal. Grian must have fallen asleep fast because his shoulders were slumped and head tilted to the side like he ragdolled chest up. Scar wouldn't let his eyes close, swallowing thickly as he spiraled in questions.

Did Grian let this happen out of pity? Was this actually happening or was it a very realistic dream? Did Grian really just fall asleep that fast? I mean- it's not like he had been watched all day so he couldn't rest even once. 

Maybe 10 minutes went before Grian shifted his head back, his neck probably unconsciously killing him. Scar couldn't help but look down, just to look at him. It wasn't until now that he could actually look at him properly. He could only look at him from a different view. 

Grian wasn't a villain to him anymore, despite him wearing clothes that he would wear for robbing or messing with the cops. Scar saw him as a normal person with feelings, a life, a personality. There was no stress over someone's pet or time, no worry or dread over something miniscule. Not to mention that Scar now saw him actually attractive in any way. He noticed how he had faint eyebags, how his bangs were choppy and messy, like he couldn't pay someone to do it. 

Scar then looked back up towards the ceiling, finally fully relaxed. He closed his eyes, almost immediately dozing off. He didn't think he was that tired until now. He was busy day in and day out, any chance of sleep was good.