humble servant of queen jellie

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RP/Gimmick account 🐱 College AU!GoodtimeswithScar 🐱 Fine Arts student

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Disclaimer: This is a gimmick blog. Not the real GoodtimeswithScar. Not RPF. All Character.

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Got dragged by this spoon @ask-ma-mumbo . Not associated with any other AU rp accounts unless stated otherwise. This is a college AU blog for Scar.

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SCAR W. GOODTIMES

:✧-- 2nd year Fine Arts student under College of ████████

:✧-- He/She/They

An idiot who's smart when needed to be! Just a little whimsical and fun cat dad. Currently working part-time as a cat cafe worker.

Friend Circle; @ask-ma-mumbo @ask-mb-lizzie @ask-ce-grian @ask-astro-pearl @ask-ap-cub @ask-law-jimmy @ask-archi-false

Campus Group; https://discord.gg/Yf3tC8wMcU

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#scarred for life | fa!scar (ic roleplay)

#OOC// (ooc rambles)

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HERMITSHIPPING POSTS AHEAD

If you know the mun, don't bother </3

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# momtimeswithscar | fa!scar (mama goodtimes)

# ma!mumbo (trips with college au mumbo)

# tubbo uprising | fa!scar (tubbo takeover)

#why hello there | fa!scar #reputation board | fa!scar #scarred for life | fa!scar #i definitely did not steal most of the intro template from ma-mumbo or anything /silly #hermitblr #trafficblr #rp blog #roleplay blog #gimmick blog

So hungry I could eat Mumbo Jumbo

I forgot I posted this and I laughed at my own joke...!

#why hello there | fa!scar

So hungry I could eat Mumbo Jumbo

#why hello there | fa!scar

((does this au turn them all human orrrrr- totally not asking bc i wanna rp with you using my oc which i'm working on a blog forrrr- the pic is below hehe))

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This AU is human/modern :]

heyheyhey scarface,

so sorry your catching strays from me breaking into docs lab

uhhh

good luck?

Im basically getting accused of crime and all I get is a good luck I see how far our friendship goes now

#reputation board | fa!scar

...Tell me why i found jellie cat hair all over my lab with a few of my tools misplaced?

And a chunk of my table missing Mr Goodtimes.

// @askengineeringdoc

Must be the work of Heavenly Retribution!

askengineeringdoc

Scar. If you do not tell the truth promptly, I will send you a present that rivals that of Bdubs's termite gift basket.

Do you like your apartment Mr Goodtimes?

what terrible accusations you are hinting at here, Doc!

what makes you think that the cat hair in your lab is jellie cat hair? are all cats all jellies? or is jellie all cats?

also! if you have any ghost problems, my apartment is not open for a roommate!

I, Mr Goodtimes, have done no wrong! And so has my Jellie!

askengineeringdoc

I also found your hair Scar, and your cat clip, the one with the grumpy cat on it?

The better question is how you can tell which hair is mine and why you specifically know I'd have a grumpy cat clip?!

should I be checking my home for cameras too?!

#why hello there | fa!scar

...Tell me why i found jellie cat hair all over my lab with a few of my tools misplaced?

And a chunk of my table missing Mr Goodtimes.

// @askengineeringdoc

Must be the work of Heavenly Retribution!

askengineeringdoc

Scar. If you do not tell the truth promptly, I will send you a present that rivals that of Bdubs's termite gift basket.

Do you like your apartment Mr Goodtimes?

what terrible accusations you are hinting at here, Doc!

what makes you think that the cat hair in your lab is jellie cat hair? are all cats all jellies? or is jellie all cats?

also! if you have any ghost problems, my apartment is not open for a roommate!

I, Mr Goodtimes, have done no wrong! And so has my Jellie!

#why hello there | fa!scar

...Tell me why i found jellie cat hair all over my lab with a few of my tools misplaced?

And a chunk of my table missing Mr Goodtimes.

// @askengineeringdoc

Must be the work of Heavenly Retribution!

#reputation board | fa!scar

Body is Hurting Baaadd

Currently taking requests to pass out in front of your classroom door so you have a reason to skip class!

If I'm gonna collapse, we might as well get something out of it!

(starting price 20 diamonds)

#why hello there | fa!scar

BOO - lizzie

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

AHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

AHHH

Very scary! My heart almost exploded!

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scar could you not break into my house for the holidays....please and thank you

This ask cant stop me because I cant read

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Happy Holidays! Make sure you check under your tree and stockings for a wild Scar

Not as a gift

I am actively breaking into your home.

#why hello there | fa!scar

DISCLAIMER: this post is under a rp/gimmick college au account and is not identifying as the real gtws

We could make a great pie, they said

I wouldn't have to sacrifice my kitchen for Friendsgiving, I thought

Why has my owner forsaken me, my kitchen wondered

My Burnt Down Kitchen; Poem by Scar Goodtimes

#Ichikarume Art #why hello there | fa!scar #rp blog #gimmick blog #rendog fanart #falsesymmetry fanart #apokuna fanart #shubble fanart #inthelittlewood fanart #geminitay fanart #owenjuicetv fanart #goodtimeswithscar fanart

Food $200 Internet $150 Kubo Treats $30 Rent $800 Grian Happy Funds $12,600

someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

A true lover boy would cut off the Internet

#why hello there | fa!scar

DISCLAIMER: this post is under a rp/gimmick college au account and is not identifying as the real gtws

Call me the jack of all courses the way I'm helping out in projects I dont get graded in 😎

#why hello there | fa!scar

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Despite his confidence in his poetic skills, Scar has no confidence in his dating skills.

Which is... fine! The last date- hangout- whatever.. didn't go that bad, and this upcoming one shouldn't be that bad either considering that he initiated it out of impulse and pure spite.

Scar still didn't know whether to scold himself for it even as he finds himself in front of Cub's dormitory door, willing himself to not look at concerned passerbys who watched him pace around like a nervous animal.

Miliseconds later, he eventually found his little bit of dignity left and decided to finally announce his presence, "Cubby Wubby Cub Cub!" He knocks four times, "Hope you've got energy to come with poor lil ol' me to the amusement park! Open up!"

Cub had been watching Scars shadow under the door for the lastt few minutes, holding back a smile the whole time. Yes he was nervous, but it calmed him to know scar was just as nervous.

After waiting a few seconds he opened the door- not to fast. He didn’t want it to seem like he was waiting by the door the whole time…which he was.

“You actually came.” was the first thing he said, lacking a better thing to say. “Well, of course you came. You said you would.”

“I was just cooking before this, so you get awake cub today.” he stated, grabbing his keys from their spot by the door before stepping out next to scar “I’m ready when you are.”

Yay!! Scar cheered internally with a wide grin on his face before remembering to then also express it externally like a proper idiot, "Wonderful! Awake Cub is just as great as any other Cub!"

He gave Cub no time to even say his last goodbyes to his home as he excitedly dragged him out by the arm. Not the hand yet, he thought. Scar is not sure how clammy his own hands are as of the moment. The voice of his own conscious praises him for being considerate.

"It's just a bit of a walk from here. Hopefully you'll still be awake Cub when we get there," he teased.

The amusement park was just a small one that opened fairly recently. Although small, it still had the attractions that mattered. Scar didn't plan too much, but he'll make the most of it! Probably.

Cub barely managed to lock the door before Scar was tugging him down the hallway. “You seem excited.” he pointed out, matching his pace to Scars.

He didn't mind the arm hold. It was just enough contact to make his heart do little flips, and just enough that he wouldn’t spontaneously combust.

“Awake Cub has at least had enough coffee before leaving, so don’t underestimate my energy levels.” he said, giving Scar a fond look. “Though, if this turns out to be some random endurance test, I reserve the right to dramatically faint halfway through and make you carry me the rest of the timw.”

He bumped their shoulders together lightly with a grin, before glancing ahead. “So, whats the plan for when we get there?”

"Weellll..." Scar held his chin with a free hand, trying to recall if he actually had any proper plans once they got there.

He didn't. Sure, he spent the previous night giggling like a creep as he imagined what an entire day in the amusement park with Cub would be like, but he wasn't much for proper organization in reality.

In true Scar fashion, he rambles on what he could remember on the spot, hoping it would make sense in the end, "Of course, we could start with whatever rides we see first. Perhaps a seat at the rollercoaster awaits us eagerly," he chuckled evilly.

"Oh, oh! Or a haunted house if you wanna scare the staff instead! And, and, and! By the time you could dramatically faint, I could just carry you over to the ferris wheel for the sunset!"

They eventually arrive. Scar's grip tightens when he approaches the line for the tickets, "Also, I'm paying for everything. I will take no protest to it."

Cub raised an eyebrow as Scar went off, watching him with a mix of amusement and joy. He didn’t expect Scar to have a plan, not one that theyd stick to, anyway. The rambling from Scar was endearing.

“Dangerous move,” he teased, nudging him lightly once again.“I think you and me together in a haunted house wouldn’t end the best. For the staff, I mean.”

He looked away from Scar for half a second as he added, quieter, “...But the ferris wheel idea does sound nice.” He let scar keep dragging him towards the park.

When they reached the ticket line and Scars grip subtly tightened, Cub glanced at him, then at their arms, then back at the line.

“Two things though,” he paused, looking slightly up at scar. “One, I’m absolutely going to protest, just very politely; And two, If you end up beating my protests and paying for the park, I’m paying for food either here or somewhere else.”

"That might be a little difficult for you." Scar forced a stern look, taking Cub's expected protest with a frown.

"One, I could just not be hungry for the whole day." He pauses to suddenly entangle their hands properly, dragging it up to eye level to shake their joined hands in front of them, "Two, I could just keep both your hands busy enough that you can't bring out your wallet," Scar declared seriously.

He broke into a playful grin as they reached the ticket booth. He swiftly pays for two tickets with cash already ready in his pockets, "So, are we clear or are we clear, Mr. Fan?" He offers the other ticket to him.

Cub opened his mouth to argue, but then Scar grabbed his hand and the sudden shift made his brain stutter.

He had to take a second as he stared at their hands being shaken in front of them, feeling every nerve in his arm light up as it was moved. "That's...okay, that's cheating," he muttered, trying and failing to keep his face neutral.

He watched as Scar confidently paid for the tickets, and couldn't help the smile tugging at his motuh.

Grabbing the ticket, he raised an eyebrow. "You win for now, but only because I'll feel bad for spending this time arguing about money?"

He placed the ticket into his pocket, but let their hands stay tangled. “Don’t be surprised if snacks start mysteriously showing up later, though."

Scar huffed out a laugh, "We'll see if you'll still have an appetite after our first ride," he said ominously. Out of all things he took as a challenge, it was really over snacks.

The park was fairly crowded as they entered. Scar's attention was mainly on looking around as to what the amusement park had to offer so his steps often stuttered with how he only had half the mind to make way for people passing by.

Although the way to the rollercoaster was pretty direct, Scar went through the trouble of... purposefully leading Cub around to get away from food stalls. He was taking it way too seriously.

Cub raised an eyebrow, catching on quickly to the detours but not pointing them out. He found it amusing the effort scar was putting into it.

He let himself be led, content for to keep pace with Scar and occasionally tugging scar before he bumped into people. "You know, if you put half this energy into actually planning todaywe'd probably have a whole spreadsheet by now.” he added, lightly bumping their shoulders again."Not that l'm complaining."

He gave Scar a sideways glance, his expression softening. "At least promise me one thing though? if I do lose my appetite after the first ride, you won't say 'I told you so’? I think I'll be too dizzy to have a good response."

"Spreadsheets would probably be your thing, not mine." Scar argues. It was a scary thought to imagine himself putting each and every detail of a date in a spreadsheet.

Does that include having to schedule what time they'd hold hands and kis- Yeah, no, that's not a thought he's going to continue.

He focuses back in on the conversation as they approach the end of the line for the rollercoaster, "I could promise that!" He then leans in, "Aaand you could always lean on me if you feel too dizzy."

Cub nodded in agreement . “Yeah, okay, spreadsheets are more my thing. I just like knowing where I’m going and such.”

The line moved forward a bit, and he followed, but Scar leaning in and the offer threw off his rhythm just enough that he bumped into the person in front of them. He muttered a quick apology before turning back to Scar, flustered.

“So now you want me to get dizzy?” He jokingly interrogated with narrowed eyes. “I like the sound of that offer though, might need to take you up on it.”

Scar laughed and mercifully leaned back to give Cub some space, not actually sorry taking up any to begin with, "Well, you could always skip the dizzy part if you don't like it that much!"

He wills himself to look forward rather than Cub as he adds, "Not like anyone else is gonna take up your spot on my shoulder," he plays it off with a shrug. Totally casual phrase. Totally.

"AAAnywho! Our turn!" Scar is much snappier as he follows along the line, though he could easily chalk it up to excitement.

Cub followed close behind, heart skipping at the casual but not so casual comment. He didn't say anything right away; Mostly because he wasn't sure his voice would come out steady.

It wasn't until they got to the front of the line that he spoke again. "How does someone skip the dizzy part?"He asked softly, looking up at scar as he waited for the worker to wave them forward.

when they were beckoned over, he let himself linger just half a step behind, like he was waiting to be pulled the rest of the way. "Front, middle or back row?” he asked, voice quieter , but with a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Good question," Scar said when asked about the dizzy part, yet his answer held no actual assistance, "You don't!"

Admittedly, Scar was the scaredy type most of the time. Unfortunately for his date, that does not apply to rollercoasters. He did not hesitate to immediately tug Cub over to the back row, eyes sparkling eagerly.

"We can see everyone else on the ride scream!" Scar would excuse, but anyone who knew better knew that he was probably gonna be either busy screaming himself or looking at Cub.

Cub let out a quiet laugh "that's very reassuring."

He let himself be pulled to the back row by scar.

He settled into the seat beside Scar, glancing at the safety bar before looking back at him.

"You know, I was expecting the front," he admitted. "Didnt think you observed the terror, not that I'm complaining." He watched the ride attendants move down the line and leaned back and placed his hand close to Scar's on the safety bar. not touching, but close enough.

"Did you actually choose the back to watch people," he paused, quieter now. "Or did you choose the back so no one in front could hear you scream clearly?" He asked in a teasing tone.

"I love you worrying over me, Cub, but what if I was doing it so no one in front could hear you scream clearly as well?" Scar patted Cub on the shoulder, pretending to comfort him. Pretending as if he didn't hear something about the back row being the more intense part of a coaster ride just so he could hear raw screams he could tease out from his companion instead.

He flinched back to grip on the safety handle as the coaster snappily shifts forward briefly. He paused for a while as the ride slowly starts to climb the slope, forcing him to lay back as comfortably as he could.

"Ah, but of course! If screaming doesn't help you, you could always hold onto me again-" Scar quipped a little too loudly, cutting himself off with a laugh.

Cub gave Scar a deadpan look at first, but the slight colour rising to his cheeks betrayed him. ”You’re evil,” he stated, shaking his head. Though, he did take the chance to put his hand on Scars and look toward the front of the ride.

As the ride shifted forward and began its climb, Cub leaned back too, stiffening a little with the thought of the upcoming drop.

“I will scream,” he warned, voice flat but with an amused look. “I’ll scream your name, Really loud,Repeatedly.” He said half jokingly, pressing against scar slightly and looked back at scar. “Just for fun.”

Scar cackled, "Ah, yes! Tell the world the cause of your misery. Why not?" He just hopes no one in the ride would scream his name alongside out of confusion. Extremely embarrassing for him.

"Add an 'I love you' while you're at it! I don't want to be remembered too miserably!" He added when they reached the peak.

Scar was briefly silent before then snapping his head to look at Cub with undisguised panic, "WHICH I MEAN AS A JOKE-" he tried to defend, but he is cut off with his own gasp as the ride

Cub barely had time to register anything before the coaster dropped, and his first response was definitely to scream.

He didn't add the "I love you," to that scream, despite wanting to, but he did shout "Scar!" just once, half in panic, half in spite but It was almost drowned out by the wind and the other people screaming.

By the time they hit a slower part and his brain caught up with his body, he was grabbing onto scar. "You suck," he mumbled, no truth behind it as he grinned. "I'm never letting you live that down, by the way. Ever."

Scar was torn between laughing like a maniac and screaming in embarrassment. He did a mix of both, a double reaction to the screams of everyone else and his companion especially.

When the ride slowed, Scar was hyperaware of the heat that crept up to his face, something he was only able to ignore briefly when the wind blew hard against him.

Another thing he was hyperaware of was Cub grabbing onto him, but it's something he could barely be sheepish about as the other taunted him.

"Well, I'm not letting you live this down." He pouted and returned the favor as he held Cub tighter, "So I guess we'll call it even."

Cub was still catching his breath, grinning as they roolled along the coasters track. “Even.” he echoed, eyes flicking to Scar when he held him tighter. “Even sounds fine, for now.”

He didn’t move right away, holding onto scar for just a little longer before eventually letting go.“But just so you know,” he added, looking away from scar “It’s a natural response to fear. I’m innocent.”

There was a short period of silence, the kind that held weight and warmth. The kind Cub didn’t want to end but he knew would have to eventually.He nudged Scar gently with his shoulder again.

Scar nudged back playfully, his pout breaking into his usual grin. Whatever embarrassment he had left was swept away by the wind as the coaster picks up again.

If he found Cub's hand again like the little greedy man he is, he would excuse it for his non-existent fear. He's innocent, tee-hee

When the ride did finally end, Scar cheered and turned to Cub, "So, round two?" He offered jokingly, "Any dizzier yet?"

Cub let Scar take his hand again without a word, just a glance and the faintest smile tugging at his mouth. “You really are evil,” he muttered, not pulling away though. “And I’m dizzy because of you, not the ride.” He squinted, trying to decide if he meant that seriously or not.

As they stepped onto the platform and into the crowd, he gave Scar annother quick glance and pretended to be deep in thought. “I should make you win me something now, as conpensation. Maybe one of those big stuffed toys,” he joked “But round two sounds good for now.”

Though meant to be a joke, Cub's mention of stuffed toys had Scar looking over to the game booths, seriously thinking it through. It's been a while since he's played these types of games himself, but some egotistical part of him is confident that he's too good at anything.

But whether he was confident or not, Scar liked showing off. Maybe to Cub specifically.

"You've made such a compelling negotiation that I just can't ignore that now!" He tugged Cub over to the booths determinedly, throwing whatever itinerary he planned at the start of the day out of his mind.

Scar rambled for the nth time, "Do you want a big cat? Maybe the unicorn, if you have a soft spot for that, not that I'm judging. Oh! And they also have bunnies-"

Cub was suprised by scars sudden change in plans, laughing as he was pulled along. “Taking it personally?” he teased, a playful grin on his face as they neared the booths.

He glanced at the prizes, examining them from where they were, as if he could see that far. “I like the cat..” he said quietly when scar mentioned it, Definetly not because cats reminded him of scar.

When they got to a booth, Cub stepped back to give Scar room, leaning against the booth. arms crossed with a neutral face but the slight tilt of his head gave away his curiosity.

There was something about the way Scar took the challenge, half serious and half playing that have him that quiet fondness

Scar's gaze scanned the booth like a soldier on a mission. The amount of colorful bottles that are crowded together are almost overwhelming to look at, but ring tossing should be easy enough! He quickly paid the disinterested person manning the booth and organized the rings on his wrist, holding one readily.

To motivate himself further, he glanced up at the hanging cat plushies before stopping to look at Cub, feeling way too vulnerable under his watchful eye rather than motivated. He gets over it quickly, readying his throw, "This is for you, Cubby!" He declares confidently, the first ring leaving his hand.

He misses the bottle. To add salt to the wound, a kid beside him was able to get a ring on the same bottle he was aiming for. Scar holds back the urge to keel at his own embarrassment.

Cub watched as the ring clinked off the bottle while the kid beside them landed it with no trouble. He glanced at Scar, catching the flicker of embarrassment before it was tucked away.

The teasing line that had been on the tip of his tongue faded. “yknow, I’ve never actually won a bottle toss,” He commented. “Hand eye coordination has never been my strong suit.”

“First throw is the warm up anyways!” He nudged Scar’s elbow lightly. “You have a good throw though, I think it just bounced off.”

"Yeah, yeah! Just... a warm up.. A warning toss for the bottles even! Gotta let them know who's the boss!" Scar forced out a laugh, ending with a defeated sigh when he realized how even more awkward it is for him to be purposefully loud to cover up his fumble.

He recovers quickly, taking another ring off his wrist, "But I'm serious this time!" And even Scar hopes that phrase is true.

He hesitates for a bit before tossing another ring. This time, it did shoot over something, despite being colored to be one that gives the lower points. His head immediately snaps to look at Cub like he was fully expecting a compliment, but he looked away just as quickly to toss out the other rings, riding his brief high to be able to score at least an average amount of points.

Cub watched Scar throw the next ring and couldn’t help but smile when it landed, eyes lighting up just a little. He didn't say anything right away. Scar was already scrambling to ride the win, like even acknowledging the point too soon might jinx it.

He caught Scar’s quick glance and almost laughed at how fast he looked away. “There it is,” Cub eventually said, watching scar throw the next with amusement.“See? Told you the first one doesn’t count. You're on the board now.”

He didn’t comment on the colour or the points. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was how serious Scar was taking it and how he was actually trying.That alone earned more admiration than any stuffed cat could.

Scar was on cloud nine, chin up high and his expression bright. Almost as if his first throw didn't exist in the first place, yet he tries to stay humble, "You flatter me too much!"

He turned to receive the prize he was able to get with the amount of points he got. A chubby cat plushie that wasn't at all the biggest one, just big enough to be held by two hands, and still had almost the same design.

Scar had a sheepish smile on his face as he returned back to Cub with the little thing, "Tada! Not the biggest one, but it's still cute! Maybe cutest since it's from me."

To try and sell the point, he takes the arm of the plushie and makes it do a little dance, muttering a random melody to go with it. He stopped eventually before it gets too ridiculous.

Cub watched Scars performance with a look that hovered somewhere between fondness and exasperation, trying and failing not to smile.

He reached out and tapped the plushie on its nose before brushing Scars hand briefly. “Cute by association?” he asked giving the stuffed cat a few up and down looks “That tracks.”

He looked back at a scar and smiled “I think it’s gonna sit on my desk now. Then I can look at it when I’m doing work.” He paused for a second.“you’re a good throw, by the way. You did good.”

“thank you.” He finally said. “I guess I’m not dizzy anymore, so your compensation worked.” He spoke in a playful tone. “And I’ll probably get over not getting the biggest one, eventually.” He joked.”

Scar has to physically will himself to not play another round just to hear more praise. His cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling, or maybe that's the heat on his face finally starting to sting. He wouldn't know. He didn't go for Biology related courses for a reason.

"I'll practice up so I can get you a big one next date-" He paused. Too forward.

"..next hangout-" He paused again. Too friendly.

"..Next time!" He ended with panickedly shoving the stuff toy into Cub's hands, laughing aloud like he totally meant to stutter.

"Aaaanyway! I guess you have a little guy to hold onto when we go to the haunted house now," Scar gestured over to the direction of where he thinks the haunted house is.

Cub blinked, startled by the sudden handoff, but took the plushie without protest, holding it close like it was more fragile than it looked.

“Next date.” he stated, ignoring the corrections Scar had made. “And I’ll hold you to it.” There was a short pause before he added with mock seriousness, “And for the record, I expect only the biggest plushie next time. Anything less is unacceptable.”

He glanced toward where scar pointed, then back at Scar with a teasing shine in his eyes. “Good thing I’ve got this little guy. Someone might need him more than me.”

"The biggest for the biggest cutie, of course, of course!" Scar pretended to sigh exasperatedly, like he totally wasn't going to be practicing carnival games in his free time from then on.

He leads to the haunted house. Scar wasn't too concerned or afraid with the outside appearance, but the actual experience might be a different story.

"You don't have to project too much of your fears onto me." Scar nudges Cub playfully with his elbow, taunting him back for his previous tease, "If you wanna hug and scream your new emotional support toy, I won't be judging!"

Cub scoffed, but the smile tugging at his mouth gave him away. “Bold of you to assume I’m the one who’s gonna be screaming,” he said, hugging the plushie to his chest. “But if I do, I expect you to hold me and not laugh, Or I’m telling the cat on you.” He joked.

He nudged scar, the contact lingering a second longer than usual before falling into step with him. He shifted the plushie to be underhis arms now, like it belonged there. Having it almost made the whole haunted house thing seem less daunting.

“Besides,” he added, eyes on the haunted house ahead, “if anyone’s projecting, it’s the guy already trying to act brave before we’re even inside.”

"Stop teasing me or I'm telling the cat on you," Scar returned the joke back, jutting his bottom lip out to seem really offended, or maybe just a bad attempt at suppressing laughter.

Not that he had to suppress anything. When they reached the end of the line to the haunted house, being within the proximity of the building actually had him shutting up.

Scar squeezed a hand under Cub's free arm and linked their arms together. He stared ahead like this was the most normal thing before he stiffly turned to say, "This is a precaution so that you and the cat don't run off without me." He squinted his eyes, "But not an actual invitation to attempt to run without me when we get in there, okay?!"

Cub gave a soft laugh “Wow, threatening me with my own threat?” He teased softly, glancing down at their linked arms as they stepped forward in line, his smile turning more fond.

“I wouldn’t ditch you, though.” he stated, adjusting the plushie so it wouldnt get squished between them. “Besides, you just made yourself the cats emotional support human. We have to keep you now.”

He paused, letting the noise of the crowd fade behind them before speaking again. “I don’t know about you, but Im having a good time,” he said quietly “so ditching you wouldnt be very fun for me.”

"You make it sound like you're forced to keep me," Scar sighs wistfully. Reduced to the cat's emotional support human. Oh how far he's fallen, he thought.

All lighthearted thoughts, of course. Probably.

He finds himself smiling more softly rather than his usual enthusiastic one at Cub's quite admittance, "Ditching the Goodtimes would rid you of a good time? Well, I'd hope so!"

Scar tugged them both forward as a staff finally ushers them inside. His grip tightens subtly as it gets darker the further they enter, "But don't worry so much. Stay long enough and you'll be having a Goodtimes in your hands for life," he whispers ominously yet adds no further.

Cub snorted, half amused and half flustered. “Oh, never!” He grinned. he didn’t pull away from the linked arms, insstead leaning into scar. “The cat is forced to keep you, not me.”

As they were tugged forward into the dark, he glanced at Scar out of the corner of his eye. “You make that sound like a threat,” he said, voice low but not complaining. “A Goodtimes for life is a long commitment.”

The plushie squished awkwardly between them now, but Cub didn’t loosen his hold on it, or on Scar. “A goodtimes for life sounds worth it though.” he added, a faint grin betraying the warmth behind his words.

Scar was quiet for a while, using the dim lighting to hide his flustered yet giddy expression. He could basically propose right then and there if a lifetime of Goodtimes is as good as Cub claims. Surely, he won't mind then-

Before he could get further into his delusions, Scar is reminded of where he is as a loud sound effect of thunder echoes out the hallway of the haunted house, making him jump with a weird fearful noise.

His gaze flickered all around like a scared cat, only relaxing when the sound system starts playing even more corny ambience, "Geez, so loud."

Scar reached his other hand to pretend to pet the cat plushie, "Cats have sensitive hearing!" He complains to no one. Possibly the staff that wouldn't care of such nonsense complaint.

Cub nodded when Scar commented on the volume. "It is actually really loud." He agreed, laughing at Scars reaction, as if he didn't squeeze Scar as soon as soon as they got into the haunted house.

He gave scar a sideways glance when he gave the complaint. "Is that why you jumped so high, Scar? Jumping in fear since the cat can’t?” He offered a joking grin to Scar.

His gaze followed Scars hand as he pretend pet the cat. The lights flickered with more thunder sound effects following, less startling now that they'd expected it but still too loud.

"Why, of course! The cat has to be able to enjoy this... wonderfully loud establishment somehow. And if it has to be through my spirit, then so be it."

As if his first scare wasn't enough, Scar jumped a bit more exaggeratedly on the next thunder sound effect to play into the nonsense. His giggle that followed after showed that he obviously wasn't taking it seriously by that point.

"Also, you don't get to laugh at me! You're the one who's holding both the cat and I. We're taking your fear on your behalf." Scar shook his head in pretend disappointment, "Greedy, greedy man."

“Ohhh, now you and the cat are spiritually connected?” Cub teased, moving the cat and sandwhiching the cat between the two of them.

Cub laughed at Scars exaggerated fear and jump, responding to Scar with mock offense. “Maybe, some people need more fear…fear catchers.”

He paused to pull away and look up at Scar. “Are those a thing,” Cub leaned against Scar again as they continued waliking through the house. “ or am i just making things up now.”

Scar shrugged, "Of course they're a thing," he lies confidently, or maybe he's just wholeheartedly believing it because it's Cub talking. "I mean, I exist. The very real fear catcher that I am!"

The fear catcher then proceeds to do its job; catching fear, as an actor dressing up as a white lady proceeds to give him the most comedic timing of his life and jumps out from a door they were passing to scare him.

"AH!" Scar yelped and his shoulders jumped in response, almost tripping over himself as his instinctive direction was to press further onto Cub's side, barely stopping himself from pitifully squishing the stuffed cat between them.

“Oh right my bad,” he paused, solely for the effect. “I forgot your very impotant and very real job.” Cub glanced around the hallway, trying to spot anything that could be a potential scare.

“You’re very good at your job as a fear catc-“Cub cut his sentence off with a flinch and a slight yell when the actor popped out at Scar, more startled because he hadn’t suspected that door to be a scare.

Cub calmed quickly and watched Scar stumble over himself. He instinctively reached out to stable Scar but withdrew his hand when Scar stabled himself.

“You alright?” Cub asked, holding back small laughs. “You almost crushed our poor, unsuspecting child.” he joked with a grin.

The very alright Scar forced himself to calm his own trembling. He looked concerned for a moment when his legs were familiarly feeling weak.

He brought a hand down to press against his thigh as if anticipating for the worst, but he relaxes when it really was just the rush of adrenaline making it feel wobbly.

He breaks into laughter alongside Cub when the worst of his worries were over, "I forgot how tiring this job is!" And he's not even paid for it!

Scar begrudgingly pulls away to give both Cub and the cat plushie some space, snorting when he realizes its been slightly flattened from having to deal with their distance to each other, "Well, if his other dad held them properly, maybe we'd still have a more rounded child."

Cub watches Scar with his own, slightly worried expression. He didn’t say anything till he was positive Scar was fine. “Right right, your very tiring job.” Cub said teasingly.

Cub took his own few seconds to pause and look around the room a few more times, still not trusting his earlier judgment with deciding the door wasn’t a threat.

“Maybe our child just has a very specific way it would like to be held and his amazing dad is catering to his needs.” Cub huffed in mock offense. “Maybe he dosent want to be more rounded.”

"A very specific way, huh? If their amazing dad held me like that too, maybe I'd understand better," Scar says with a mischeivous glint his eye that disappeared as quickly as it came before anyone could even unpack what was said there.

He reaches out to puff up the cat, hoping to make it less sad looking despite the totally alive plushie's wants, "Anyway, our child can be as not well rounded as it wants when it grows up, moves out, and gets a job of their own." He forced a strict tone, almost as if it's been said in that familiar way multiple times.

Whichever haunted house actor was nearby them was probably confusingly wondering what the hell they were on about. He hopes they won't see them on the way out.

Cub gave Scar a sideways glance, forcing his grin down as he made a somewhat futile attempt at processing his words. By the time he did process them, the opportunity to reply was gone and scar was speaking again.

“Well, then I guess we have a long time of making sure our child stays well rounded till then.” Cub stated in a matter of fact way. He watched as scar fluffed the cat up, back to its original state.

Cub gave a small laugh before casting a few more glances around whatever room they were in.He had lost track of the room they were in awhile ago, mainly focused on Scar, the cat, and the sound effects of the haunted house.

Scar took a moment to look around and see where they should go next, squinting his eyes to see the barely hidden arrow on the wall pointing towards more darker hallways that basically says 'Hey! Go here, you dummy!'

He turns to Cub and snorts when he sees him almost equally as lost. His hand finds his friend's lower back, patting it to encourage him onwards, "Let's get out of here before our kid completely turns into a pancake."

Scar nods towards the dark, "You go first though. You seem very... bored!" He teased, totally not terrified to take the brunt of another scared again.

Cubs brain practically shut off for a second at scars sudden pats. After he recovered, he took a few more seconds to squint into the dark to make sure he wasn’t gonna walk into a wall.

“Right, no pancake kid in the foreseeable future, don’t worry!” Walking over to where Scar nodded towards.

Cub hesitated and looked up at Scar after hearing the last part. “What makes me seem bored? I’m having a great time.” There was an attempt made to gesture around the area as they walked before someone jumped out at them.

The sudden movement caught Cub off guard. He let out a loud, startled scream and pressed against Scar once again.

Scar screamed along with him. For solidarity, not because he was scared. He broke into laughter immediately after realizing the ridiculousness of the timing of it all, "I was about to say we were screaming too little, but you're right. I guess you are having a great time!"

He watched as whatever- or whoever jumped at them immediately disappear off to where they jumped out from. Even with the supposed danger gone, Scar used the opportunity to hug Cub close to his side anyway. For, you know, protection and comfort.

"Feel the need to start running yet?" He offered. Not that it'd make running through a haunted house any less scarier.

Cub watched alongside Scar as the actor retreated into their shadowy corner. When Scar hugged him closer to his side, he loooked up at him before speaking. “the first few times didn’t surprise me as much.” He shrugged.

“And yes, I do.” He stated in a half joking tone, debating if he should leave it at that or add on. “I’d rather hang out with you though, so I won’t run anytime soon.” Cub eventually added.

“How about you?” He asked, pausing to look around them again. “You thinking of running out yet?”

Scar lets the silence settle for a moment, gauging how scary the ambience is; if it was enough to warrant them to start booking it. With the faint cue of loud non-existent wind whistling, he leaned in to whisper.

"Only if you can keep up," he said provokingly, "Eloping out of a haunted house sounds pretty romantic right now," he joked.

He releases Cub from his hold, letting him have his space if ever. Speedrunning through a haunted house probably makes them miss out on most of the experience, but hey, make your own memories and all.

“Of course I can keep up,” Cub said with mock offence, though he was grinning. Maybe he had to suppress a frown when Scar did let go of him, but no one else had to know that.

“The perfect place to elope, as you said, very romantic.” He repeated, pausing as he lost the rest of what he was going to say.

“Are you sure you would be able to keep up?” He finally asked. There was another loud thunder sound in the background, not nearly as startling this time, but still loud.

Scar grinned wide, acting as innocent as he could muster to be, which isn't much of an act when one already knows his usual signs of mischief even if he himself doesn't seem to acknowledge it.

"Ohhh... Dunno, maybe I'll feel bad for you and would have to inevitably slow down...." He muttered tauntingly.

It was at the next thunder sound that he suddenly broke into a run, "Sike! Last one out will end up haunting the halls!" His laughter echoes out along with the sound effects fading out from the speakers.

“Please, you wouldn’t slow down at-“Cub was cut off when Scar started running. Cub gave a sharp laugh before following after Scar. “No fair, you got a head start!” Cub whined, though he didn’t actually mind it.

Whatever actors were hiding in the shadows we’re probably confused as to why two people decided to start bolting through the halls. Nothing jumped out at them but Cub did stumble over a few decorations, quickly righting himself as he ran.

“Scar, this is so not fair!” Cub called after Scar, still with no real bite. Scar was surprisingly fast and they weren’t far from the exit now. He could still hear Scar laughing ahead of him.

"All's fair in love and war!" Scar should've probably felt bad. Should've! But somehow, he couldn't stop the laughter that escaped him alongside some heavy exhales from sudden exertion.

He eventually slowed down. Not that he felt bad or was feeling bad, just didn't want to lose precious Cub at the chance he gets kidnapped by a ghost. Oh, but also because the light of the exit was already looming ahead.

Scar skidded to a stop by the exit, almost tripping over himself as he caught his breath, "I win...!" He said breathlessly, even when there was no actual competition nor argument to be won.

He recovered enough to look back to see if Cub didn't actually trip or anything, instinctively spreading his arms to catch the other if ever he couldn't stop in time at his speed.

Cub slowed down only slightly, laughing between breaths. “Not fair!” he called out again, pushing himself for one last sprint toward the exit.

He barely managed to slow to a stop before colliding into Scar, hands bracing against his shoulders. He leaned over as he caught his breath. “You, ” he huffed, pointing a finger at scar “are unfairly fast.”

Cub was still smiling though “Next time I’m definitely winning though.” Cub said, tone playful and happy.

Next time

He gave Scar a light shove before glancing back down the hall they’d come out of.

Scar grinned and rolled his eyes playfully, "Oh, yes, definitely. Totally looking forward to it! After all, what doesn't the great overly competitive Cub not excel in?" He remarked sarcastically, meaning no harm yet obviously not backing down this unnecessary competitiveness.

"But hey!" He waves his hands in the air in small gesture of celebration, "Congratulations on not fainting! Even if the staff probably would've preferred if we didn't run down the halls."

As if on cue, faint screams from other attendees after them echoed out down the hall they just ran through. Scar couldn't help but let out a laugh, even if he would've been in the same situation then if he hadn't been overly playful about the entire thing.

He clasps Cub's shoulders to get his attention, "Anyway! I can't really carry you to the ferris wheel as I gracously offered previously--" He subtly tests his footing, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His expression barely changes but it's clear he's experiencing some sort of discomfort from either running or walking around for too long.

Scar flashes a seemingly sheepish smile, "But, you still up for the ferris wheel at least?"

Cub offered a laugh, breath still a bit uneven from running “I’ll have you know I’m great at most things,” he shot back, sarcasm matching Scar’s as he brushed off his shirt “Racing you down a hallway just isn’t one of my strong suits. you’ve clearly had way too much practice.” He teased.

The faint screams from the hall made him glance back, grinning. “Sounds like they’re having fun. Not scared at all.” he joked, glancing back at scar.

He turned just in time to catch the shift in Scars stance and the subtle grimace that followed. The smirk on Cub’s face softened with slight concern.

Cub watched him before rolling his eyes fondly. “Of course I’m still up for the Ferris wheel,” he replied, tone lightening again. “Though if you keel over halfway there, I will carry you to the hospital.”

Cub paused for a second, studying Scar with a mix of amusement and genuine care. “Seriously though,” he added, a small smirk tugging at his lips again, “if you need, I’ll carry you to the Ferris wheel instead.”

Scar waved his hand dismissively, letting out a snort at the thought of having to be carried to the hospital again after the last time, "Don't be so confident, Cubby. The hospital probably won't even let you in considering your last stunt with G!" He said it like a joke, though the idea probably isn't that far from the truth.

It felt bad to let Cub worry, but it also felt nice to be worried over by Cub. Nonetheless, no amount of discomfort big or small was going to ruin the rest of their fun day together, so he could only straighten up confidently and smile back.

"If you're gonna keep offering to carry me that much though, I'm gonna start assuming you just like holding me," he teased, poking Cub at this side playfully.

"But I'll save you the embarrassment." Scar offered a hand, eagerly gesturing at Cub to take it, "Let's go?"

Cub huffed out a laugh, shaking his head with a grin. “That was one time,” he protested, taking a step closer. “Sue us for wanting to visit you.”

Eyes glinting, he watched Scar straighten up again like he hadn’t been in pain seconds ago. There was something both admirable and ridiculous about how determined he looked, and Cub couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that slipped out despite his concern.

tilting his head, Cub blinked a few times before laughed, pretending to brush off the poke at his side. “You wish, Scar. If I liked holding you that much, I’d have carried you off already.”he joked.

The teasing didn’t stop him from reaching out and grabbing Scar’s offered hand without hesitation.“C’mon then,” he said, giving Scar’s hand a small squeeze as he started walking. “Ferris wheel’s not gonna wait for us forever.”

"What a shame. I thought you'd like me enough to actually carry me off, but alas, I see I am not worthy enough!" Scar pretends to sniffle, wiping a fake tear with a free hand. His dramatics didn't last too long, immediately crumbling at the feeling of another hand intertwined with his.

He smiles despite himself, "It will wait if I can help it," Scar replied ominously. No one can ever be too sure if he's seriously challenging a Ferris wheel's working times. "But if you're so excited, then I'll indulge your impatience this once!" or more, if he was ever counting.

Scar tugs Cub along as they walk away from the haunted house, blending in with the crowd as they made their way to the big wheel that they could never have missed even if they tried.

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