Summary
Stress? Nah, that doesn't exist
Other Scar's back on the balcony, and the sun is setting. He's brought out a desk and the blueprint from before is rolled out on top. This time, there's something on it. Lines from past drawings are faintly seen on the paper as only a basic rectangle is present. Other Scar sits back in a chair from his dining room table, twirling a pencil. Other Jellie sit on a side table, still watching birds.
Other Scar draws more lines onto the rectangle before furiously erasing everything. "Nothing's working!" He throws the pencil down and covers his face. "It's so simple, just something to sit in a garden. Like a wagon or cart. Why doesn't it work!" He uncovers his face and looks at his trembling hands. "I have a week and a half. I have good sketches. Mr. Land is counting on me. I need to do this."
Other Jellie turns away from the birds and jumps over to the desk. She sits on the blueprint and looks Other Scar straight in the eyes. Her tail flicks, sending the pencil rolling off the desk and onto the balcony.
"Jellie, I need you to move." Other Scar reaches to pull the cat off but she hisses and scratches his hand. "Jellie! I really need to work. Don't make me get the spray out." The stubborn cat does not move nor break eye contact with Other Scar. Soon enough he sighs an agitated sigh and stands. A few moments later, he comes back out with a small spray bottle. With a single spray, Other Jellie jumps off the desk and back into the apartment. Other Scar retrieves his pencil and sits down again.
"Here we go again," he sighs before sketching another thing out. The wind blows both him and the blueprint away, simply leaving a card where the paper should be. Scar guesses its intended direction is viewed from the chair, in which the card is upside down. The Scar in the card looked like he's standing on a blue wasteland in this view, except for the hair. XII.
Jellie stands, facing the other way, "The Hanged Man. Well, he's certainly hanging. From nothing, really."
"What do you think the card means?"
"Oh so now you're trying to pay attention?"
"I little...I'm mainly just trying to be more analytical."
"Well, since you asked, maybe something about freedom. A 'hanged man' doesn't seem very free. But this card is upside down..."
"These things make no sense."
"Very true dear Scar," Jellie sighed and stepped on the card.
(OG post date - 6/2/23)
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FanfictionScar wakes up in a world that seems familiar to him and goes through a life that feels like his but he can't remember anything. Jellie is along for the ride, and she can somehow talk...? Oh, and, what are these weird cards they're finding? Even wors...
