Scott Pilgrim Oneshot

Canadian Homophobes

Scott yawned widely and flicked on the light. Wallace wasn't home- the apartment was empty, the bed made. It didn't worry Scott- Wallace often didn't sleep at home, but still, Scott thought, as he climbed into the empty bed... he liked Wallace's company in the evenings. Without him, the bed seemed much bigger and colder. Even if he did kick and snore, Scott preferred sleeping next to Wallace than alone.

When Scott woke up Wallace still wasn't home. He'd probably gone straight to work, from whichever one night stand's place he'd stayed at. Scott didn't think about it again until he came home in the late afternoon after band practice to find an empty apartment again. Where was Wallace?

Scott ordered a takeaway and curled up in the single chair, played video games until late, waiting for Wallace to come home.

But he didn't.

And when he didn't return through the evening and into the night, Scott began to really worry. By the time Wallace was still absent the next morning, Scott rang Stacey.

"Have you seen Wallace recently?" He asked.

"No, why?"

"He hasn't been home in a couple of days."

"Did you call his work?" Stacey sounded worried.

(Pause.)

"Do you know where he works, Scott?"

"Unimportant. I was just wondering if he'd texted you or anything."

"No," Stacey said. "The last text he sent me was... two days ago, about him and Mobile."

"What about Mobile??" Scott asked quickly.

"They had a fight by the sounds of it," Stacey said sadly. Then her voice turned harsh. "You should know that, Scott! Don't you ask him about his personal life?"

"Hey- I- he's not been home!" Scott said defensively. "How was I supposed to ask him?"

"Whatever. I'll call his work."

"Wait, you know where he works?" Scott asked, shocked.

"Of course I do! I'm his friend, Scott."

"So am I!" Scott said angrily. "His best friend! I'm just..."

"An idiot."

"I was going to say forgetful..."

"Whatever. I'll get back to you if I hear anything, okay?"

"Thanks." Scott put down the phone and fell into the chair, his face in his hands.

So Wallace and Mobile had argued?

Scott sighed. Stacey was right. He should ask Wallace more about his personal life. He had never even met Mobile, but in fairness, that wasn't for lack of trying.

What if something had happened to Wallace? Scott didn't know anything about Mobile. For all he knew, he could be violent.

He couldn't relax after that thought, so he went out for a walk. The snow outside was quite thick and falling again, swirling down and gleaming bright in the street lights. The sky was darkening, Scott could see his breath before his nose in a pearly shimmering cloud. He walked around the block and turned down an alley, walking vaguely in the direction of the park. There were no street lights here and the darkness intensified. Scott squinted through the blackness and suddenly heard something. He stopped dead in his tracks and listened hard.

There it was again.

A scuffle in the snow.

Scott looked around in case someone was sneaking up on him, but no one was behind him. The alley seemed empty.