The Rise Of CuteGuy

What Happened

Grian pov:

Well, as I sat in Scar's office, I couldn't help but be consumed by confusion and anxiety. How did I end up in Canada? It was a question that gnawed at me, and apparently, everyone else had been wondering the same. They had been reviewing the footage from the city, trying to piece together the mystery, but no one had any answers. How did I end up in bear country in Canada, and so badly injured? They were hoping I could shed some light on the situation, but the memories were fragmented and distressing.

"I don't really know what happened," I began, my voice wavering. "I remember seeing a shadow, but..." I trailed off, staring at the floor as I tried to piece it together. "I thought it was you, Scar. They really looked like you, but they didn't talk. The purple hue from the fog that night was disorienting. Voices seemed to come from everywhere, but I tried to get you to talk, and you didn't."

I glanced up at Scar, who was sitting behind his desk with his hands interlocked and his elbows resting on the desk, staring intently at me. Etho and B-dubs were there too, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. "You gestured for me to follow you, and I don't really remember what happened after that. I remember falling, but that's about it. I don't remember getting hurt, especially that badly," I said, fidgeting nervously.

Scar's eyes narrowed slightly, his concern deepening. "You really thought it was me?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "Did you see anything else? Hear anything?"

I shook my head, trying to piece together the fragments of my memory. "It was all so confusing. The purple fog made everything look distorted. Voices were coming from everywhere, but they were indistinct, like whispers in a crowd. I tried to get you to talk, but you didn’t respond. And then... nothing."

Etho leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Did you see anyone else? Any clues about who it could have been?"

"I wish I could remember more," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "I just know that the shadow looked like Scar. And then I fell. I don’t even remember the impact, just waking up hurt and confused."

B-dubs glanced at Scar, worry evident in his eyes. "This doesn’t make any sense. Why would someone go to such lengths to make you think it was Scar?"

Mumbo, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. "Could it have been a trap? Someone trying to lure you into a vulnerable position?"

Starvoid nodded thoughtfully. "It's possible. But who would have the motive and means to do that? And why leave you in Canada?"

Scar sighed, rubbing his temples. "We need more information. We can’t protect anyone if we don’t know what we’re up against."

The room fell silent as everyone pondered the situation. I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me, the gaps in my memory taunting me with their emptiness. The concern etched on the faces of the heroes around me only made it worse. They were looking to me for answers I couldn’t provide, and the weight of their expectations felt like a heavy burden on my shoulders.

"I wish I could remember more," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I’m letting everyone down."

Scar tilted his head a little, thinking before he asked, "You said Watchers come in different styles, like different forms, right? What if this was a different form than what we've seen? That giant shadow monster... this could be like—"

Realization washed over me, followed by immediate dread. I knew I had to get away from them, but I needed to tell them why first. "A transporter... The closest Watcher was in bear country in Canada. That's why I got transported there. I'm certain." My voice shook as I continued, "I need to leave. They know where I am."