Scott smiled at his reflection. He had gotten some new headbands as a gift from Jimmy, they reminded him of the show Last Life/Double Life/3rd Life-You get the idea.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Scott smiled, using the mirror to fix his mic for the event tonight. "Another MCC game. I heard Tubbo is doing a Drunk Stream." Once the mic was fixed up and attached, he had to be sure that the mic wouldn't fall off. . . . "?!" Scott then froze, looking in the mirror and seemed. . . Confused, shocked?? Scott rested his hand on the mirror, notcing his appearance but his eyes looked their normal blue. "W-Why do I look like this. . .?!" Scott pulled his hair, making sure this was actually him with his blue hair, a mic and just. . . He didn't look like himself! "Scott, you're on in 20 minutes." Scott? That was. . . His name? He then remembered. Remembering that doctor had Nurses grabbed him and a Doctor had injected him wih something before he had blacked out. He dug his nails into his palms.
=
The door off the office opened. The man in the suit smiled and seemed to be holding a tablet. "Ah, Scott; The games will be beginning soon." . . . "Scott, are you even listening-" Then the man was punched by someone, he fell to the ground! "What the-?!" He looked up at his attacker, seeing Scott looking pissed and blood on his knuckles,"You. . . How the hell. . . How the hell have you gained control!?!?", this wasn't Scott, whoever this was just smiled and picked up something. "2022. . . It's been that long?" He gripped it in anger,"And as for how I gained control, I don't know myself but one thing is for sure I know you had something to do with why I'm no longer in my old body.", he then raised the black tablet he had picked and smiled down at the person. "You played a part in this. . . So it's only fair. . ." The person watched in horror as 'Scott' shattered the tablet with just his fist. "I destroy your life in return." The person was turned into nothing more than a pile of code on the floor. 'Scott' walked away from the scene to the bathroom, pulling out the med kit to bandage his hand. "Stupid. . ." He washed off the blood and wrapped his hand in a bandage. . . . "Huh?" Scott looked around, confused,"How did I get here. . .?", he noticed his bandaged hand,"What?", leaving the bathroom, he found the office empty,"Guess they went out.", then Scott remembered MCC was starting soon! "Oh-Shit!" Scott ran out to start the MCC!
=
"Hey, Scott!" "Oh, Jimmy. How's MCC going?" Jimmy shrugged,"Depends on who you're asking, how about you?", with a smile, Scott pointed out Tubbo, who was drunk as a whip,"Tubbo is just drunk as hell and it's entertaining to watch.", "He's so going to regret it later.", Scott nods, then felt his injuried hand in Jimmy's hand,"What happened?", "I just cut it I think.", Scott chuckled, rubbing his eye,"Just been a little tired lately.", Jimmy smiled, sitting Scott down and watched the winning team have their Victory. "It's over now, so you can get some sleep.", Scott smiled, resting his head on Jimmy's shoulder. Jimmy noted Scott asleep, he smiled and felt like he couldn't move, like a cat when they finally decided they want human affection. "Awe." "Shush, Cub."
