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...Are you in the zones yet? ;xoSalvation

Yeah, we’ve been looking for you! Where are you?

…Somewhere near zone 3. Where are you? I’ll meet you guys.

xoSalvation

I DON’T KNOW BUT WE’RE ON THE WAY- JOSH MOVE FASTER

I’m just off the main route, uh– Walking. You’ll see me.

xoS

After not too long, Josh and Tyler show up. Tyler basically opens the door while the car is still moving.

“Patty? That you?”

“–You fucking idiot, stop doing that!” Josh’s voice rang. The car coming to a stop makes the small blonde jump. He cuts the men a look, shoulders shaking.

“I’m Patty, yeah–”

He jumps out properly once the car stops.

“Hey- Wassup? What’d you call us out here for…?”

“Scarecrow is going to let Quinton go.”

Patty tries not to make eye contact, rubbing his neck.

“He is? Holy shit-”

“…In exchange for me going back, yeah.”

“Look- You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to- Quin could get out… we’ll get him out…”

“It’s for Quinton. He has family, I don’t.”

He looks to Josh, a worried look on his face.

Josh furrows his eyebrows, frowning. “Patty uh– Seriously, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“… We can take you home- Try to stay safe?”

“I don’t know how safe I’m going to be, but I’ll try. Maybe I’ll have a chance next time he dies.”

“… We’ll take you back, kid.”

“Oh–?”

“Hop into the back! Jim doesn’t bite.” Josh glances to the dog that was calmly sleeping behind Josh’s seat.

Patty hesitates before climbing in, sighing.

He makes Josh bring them to Scarecrows factory and again leaves the car while its still moving, jumping out and rolling.

“TYLER-” Josh’s loud words make Jim and Patty jump awake. The blonde whimpers quietly, and climbs out the car as it stops.

“What? I’m fine!”

He waves a hand and heads to the doors, pushing them open. He suddenly pauses and backs up a bit, the muzzle of a makeshift rifle pressed against his forehead.

“… Uhhh- I take that back!”

Josh jumps out the car once it’s stopped, Jim jumping out his window with him. The Golden Retriever starting growling at the man pointing the rifle at Tyler, his fur standing up. Patty stays behind Tyler, his head lowered so all that could be seen is his bleach blonde hair.

Tyler slowly steps back, Scarecrow forcing him out. His face is covered with that gas mask of his.

“You all had better have a good explanation for this,” Scarecrow growls.

“I stayed with Alexander for a few days after I ran.” Patty doesn’t look up. “Josh and Tyler had nothing to deal with it. They’re just here for Quinton.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then lowers the gun.

“I’ll get him. Tyler, Josh, stay out here. Patty… Inside. Now.”

“I’m not going in until Quinton’s out here.” Patty stands his ground, looking up at Scarecrow. “I don’t trust you.”

Jim starts to lurch towards Scarecrow, but Josh kneels down and grabs his collar. “No–”

He points the gun at the dog, readying the weapon.

“Patty. Now. Before I decide to get rid of you instead. And the damn mutt.”

Patty looks towards Josh and Tyler, his blue eyes silently pleading for help before he approached the man.

Tyler took a step forward before Scarecrow pointed the gun back at him.

“Good boy, Patty.”

He grabs Patty and pulls him in, shutting the door. He leads Patty to the second floor of the factory, to his room, and cuffs him to the bed.

“You and I are going to have a talk.”

He leaves Patty there and goes to the basement to recover Quin, pulling him out of his cell and dragging him back upstairs and outside, throwing him in front of Tyler and Josh.

“Here, take it.”

Patty makes a quiet noise of protest as he dragged away. Josh lets go of Jim’s collar, and the dog almost ran after them. Until he saw Quinton. Then the golden pup ran to the familiar face’s side, licking at the black haired teen’s face.

“Ty–? Josh?”

Scarecrow slams the door behind him, heading back up to deal with Patty.

Tyler runs to Quin once Scarecrow is out of sight, going to help him up.

“Quinton- Are you okay? We’ll kill him- I want to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else-”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m fine, I think-”

Then he’s lifted up. The sudden movement from down to up causes the boy’s eyes to roll back. He freezes for a moment.

“How?”

“Hey- It’s okay- hang on- I don’t know yet- But we’re getting you back to Ohio.”

"I don't-- Where is Patty? He hasn't been here in days--"

...Are you in the zones yet? ;xoSalvation

Yeah, we’ve been looking for you! Where are you?

…Somewhere near zone 3. Where are you? I’ll meet you guys.

xoSalvation

I DON’T KNOW BUT WE’RE ON THE WAY- JOSH MOVE FASTER

I’m just off the main route, uh– Walking. You’ll see me.

xoS

After not too long, Josh and Tyler show up. Tyler basically opens the door while the car is still moving.

“Patty? That you?”

“–You fucking idiot, stop doing that!” Josh’s voice rang. The car coming to a stop makes the small blonde jump. He cuts the men a look, shoulders shaking.

“I’m Patty, yeah–”

He jumps out properly once the car stops.

“Hey- Wassup? What’d you call us out here for…?”

“Scarecrow is going to let Quinton go.”

Patty tries not to make eye contact, rubbing his neck.

“He is? Holy shit-”

“…In exchange for me going back, yeah.”

“Look- You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to- Quin could get out… we’ll get him out…”

“It’s for Quinton. He has family, I don’t.”

He looks to Josh, a worried look on his face.

Josh furrows his eyebrows, frowning. “Patty uh– Seriously, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“… We can take you home- Try to stay safe?”

“I don’t know how safe I’m going to be, but I’ll try. Maybe I’ll have a chance next time he dies.”

“… We’ll take you back, kid.”

“Oh–?”

“Hop into the back! Jim doesn’t bite.” Josh glances to the dog that was calmly sleeping behind Josh’s seat.

Patty hesitates before climbing in, sighing.

He makes Josh bring them to Scarecrows factory and again leaves the car while its still moving, jumping out and rolling.

“TYLER-” Josh’s loud words make Jim and Patty jump awake. The blonde whimpers quietly, and climbs out the car as it stops.

“What? I’m fine!”

He waves a hand and heads to the doors, pushing them open. He suddenly pauses and backs up a bit, the muzzle of a makeshift rifle pressed against his forehead.

“… Uhhh- I take that back!”

Tyler slowly steps back, Scarecrow forcing him out. His face is covered with that gas mask of his.

“You all had better have a good explanation for this,” Scarecrow growls.

“I stayed with Alexander for a few days after I ran.” Patty doesn’t look up. “Josh and Tyler had nothing to deal with it. They’re just here for Quinton.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then lowers the gun.

“I’ll get him. Tyler, Josh, stay out here. Patty… Inside. Now.”

“I’m not going in until Quinton’s out here.” Patty stands his ground, looking up at Scarecrow. “I don’t trust you.”

Jim starts to lurch towards Scarecrow, but Josh kneels down and grabs his collar. “No–”

He points the gun at the dog, readying the weapon.

“Patty. Now. Before I decide to get rid of you instead. And the damn mutt.”

Patty looks towards Josh and Tyler, his blue eyes silently pleading for help before he approached the man.

Tyler took a step forward before Scarecrow pointed the gun back at him.

“Good boy, Patty.”

He grabs Patty and pulls him in, shutting the door. He leads Patty to the second floor of the factory, to his room, and cuffs him to the bed.

“You and I are going to have a talk.”

He leaves Patty there and goes to the basement to recover Quin, pulling him out of his cell and dragging him back upstairs and outside, throwing him in front of Tyler and Josh.

“Here, take it.”

“Ty–? Josh?”

Scarecrow slams the door behind him, heading back up to deal with Patty.

Tyler runs to Quin once Scarecrow is out of sight, going to help him up.

“Quinton- Are you okay? We’ll kill him- I want to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else-”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m fine, I think-”

Then he’s lifted up. The sudden movement from down to up causes the boy’s eyes to roll back. He freezes for a moment.

“How?”

...Are you in the zones yet? ;xoSalvation

Yeah, we’ve been looking for you! Where are you?

…Somewhere near zone 3. Where are you? I’ll meet you guys.

xoSalvation

I DON’T KNOW BUT WE’RE ON THE WAY- JOSH MOVE FASTER

I’m just off the main route, uh– Walking. You’ll see me.

xoS

After not too long, Josh and Tyler show up. Tyler basically opens the door while the car is still moving.

“Patty? That you?”

“–You fucking idiot, stop doing that!” Josh’s voice rang. The car coming to a stop makes the small blonde jump. He cuts the men a look, shoulders shaking.

“I’m Patty, yeah–”

He jumps out properly once the car stops.

“Hey- Wassup? What’d you call us out here for…?”

“Scarecrow is going to let Quinton go.”

Patty tries not to make eye contact, rubbing his neck.

“He is? Holy shit-”

“…In exchange for me going back, yeah.”

“Look- You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to- Quin could get out… we’ll get him out…”

“It’s for Quinton. He has family, I don’t.”

He looks to Josh, a worried look on his face.

Josh furrows his eyebrows, frowning. “Patty uh– Seriously, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“… We can take you home- Try to stay safe?”

“I don’t know how safe I’m going to be, but I’ll try. Maybe I’ll have a chance next time he dies.”

“… We’ll take you back, kid.”

“Oh–?”

“Hop into the back! Jim doesn’t bite.” Josh glances to the dog that was calmly sleeping behind Josh’s seat.

Patty hesitates before climbing in, sighing.

He makes Josh bring them to Scarecrows factory and again leaves the car while its still moving, jumping out and rolling.

“TYLER-” Josh’s loud words make Jim and Patty jump awake. The blonde whimpers quietly, and climbs out the car as it stops.

“What? I’m fine!”

He waves a hand and heads to the doors, pushing them open. He suddenly pauses and backs up a bit, the muzzle of a makeshift rifle pressed against his forehead.

“… Uhhh- I take that back!”

Tyler slowly steps back, Scarecrow forcing him out. His face is covered with that gas mask of his.

“You all had better have a good explanation for this,” Scarecrow growls.

“I stayed with Alexander for a few days after I ran.” Patty doesn’t look up. “Josh and Tyler had nothing to deal with it. They’re just here for Quinton.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then lowers the gun.

“I’ll get him. Tyler, Josh, stay out here. Patty… Inside. Now.”

“I’m not going in until Quinton’s out here.” Patty stands his ground, looking up at Scarecrow. “I don’t trust you.”

Jim starts to lurch towards Scarecrow, but Josh kneels down and grabs his collar. “No–”

He points the gun at the dog, readying the weapon.

“Patty. Now. Before I decide to get rid of you instead. And the damn mutt.”

Patty looks towards Josh and Tyler, his blue eyes silently pleading for help before he approached the man.

Tyler took a step forward before Scarecrow pointed the gun back at him.

“Good boy, Patty.”

He grabs Patty and pulls him in, shutting the door. He leads Patty to the second floor of the factory, to his room, and cuffs him to the bed.

“You and I are going to have a talk.”

He leaves Patty there and goes to the basement to recover Quin, pulling him out of his cell and dragging him back upstairs and outside, throwing him in front of Tyler and Josh.

“Here, take it.”

“Ty--? Josh?”

So, did they find you?

Remember me as I was not as I am

"Patty?" Scarecrow gently shook Patty's shoulder, head clearer than it'd been in a while. "Patty, we need to go."

Patty just barely woke up, tired eyes jerking to look at Scarecrow. “I don’t want to– Nice people here–”

“I know, but we have to go back to the zones. It’s important.”

Scarecrow pushed his shoulder again, then stood, grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol from under the bed. He stared at it for a second before pouring out the rest on the ground.

“Don’t need this shit.”

“N-No, I wanna stay here–”

Patty sits up finally, one of Quinton’s shirts wrapped around his shoulders. Why all of a sudden? It was safe here, they had food, and tons of people–

“Please? Can I stay..?”

“… You want Quinton.”

Scarecrow huffs, annoyed.

“No, you can’t stay. You’re coming with me.”

“What..? N-no… everyone’s nice here, and no one’s nice in the zones. Can we come back..?” Patty puffs his bottom lip out.

“No. We’re going back.”

Scarecrow started to pack their few belongings, then paused, thinking.

“Go get Quinton. I need him to check over my leg again.”

Patty panics as he stands and pulls the shirt together to button it. He then slips out the tent in search of the teen that looks like him.

What was Scarecrow actually planning..?

Scarecrow waits for Patty to come back with Quinton. His leg was fine, better than fine. For the first time in months his head was clear.

He gathered everything, even his gun. He felt he might need it to get the needed cooperation of everyone.

Patty soon returns with the younger boy, his dual coloured eyes narrowed, and fearful.

Quinton put a hand on his hip, glancing to the man that was packing everything. “Patty said you needed me to check your leg?”

“Yes, I do.”

Scarecrow sat on the bed and pulled his pants leg up, watching Quin carefully.

“Me and Pats are about to head back to the zones; it’s a long journey and I need to be at my best.”

Quinton had been wary of this man since he showed up at the camp. He narrows his eyes at him before kneeling down beside him, hand dangerously close to the knife he had hidden against his ankle.

While Quin is distracted, Scarecrow pulls out his gun and points it straight at Quin’s face, tapping his head with it.

“Sorry for the trickery~ But I figured you wouldn’t go on your own, and Patty was almost going to stay here if I didn’t bring you too~”

As he saw the man move, he pulled the knife from its place and pointed it towards the man’s crotch.

“That’s his decision, now isn’t it? I’ve got a son, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Patty, there’s a knife under one of my shirts. Grab it. If we have to hurt Quin to make him behave…”

Scarecrow tilted his head, smiling cruelly.

“Careful now, I could take your son too.”

Quin’s features turned soft as he glanced slightly towards Patty, who grabbed one of the knives without hesitation. “C’mon, my love, you don’t have to do this for him. You can stay here with us,”

Patty freezes, throat tightening as he glances between the two men.

“Take his weapon, Patty. I’ll make sure you’re rewarded later.”

Scarecrow knew Patty couldn’t refuse. Not between his conditioning and the promise of reward.

Patty inhaled sharply and stabbed Quinton in his upper arm, before grabbing the knife from his lap as he dropped it.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry.”

“Now give it here. Good boy.”

Scarecrow smiled to Patty. Good, even when Patty was doubting Scarecrow, his training held strong.

“Now, Quinton~”

Quinton, who wasn’t having any of this, hissed and tried to bite Scarecrow as his attention was to Patty. Patty grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him back as he handed the knives to Scarecrow and closed his eyes tightly.

Scarecrow clicked his tounge and moved the gun to rest under Quinton’s chin.

“You can rest, Patty, as long as he stops trying to fight. Now, are you going to listen? Or are you going to keep fighting and make this more unpleasant than it has to be?”

“You’re never going to get passed the Banditos with me. I’m not leaving this camp. And I’m not going back to California. Not without our leader.” Quinton spit at him as Patty took a step back, hiding his face.

“Unconscious it is then!”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” Quinton started to raise his voice.

"Patty?" Scarecrow gently shook Patty's shoulder, head clearer than it'd been in a while. "Patty, we need to go."

Patty just barely woke up, tired eyes jerking to look at Scarecrow. “I don’t want to– Nice people here–”

“I know, but we have to go back to the zones. It’s important.”

Scarecrow pushed his shoulder again, then stood, grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol from under the bed. He stared at it for a second before pouring out the rest on the ground.

“Don’t need this shit.”

“N-No, I wanna stay here–”

Patty sits up finally, one of Quinton’s shirts wrapped around his shoulders. Why all of a sudden? It was safe here, they had food, and tons of people–

“Please? Can I stay..?”

“… You want Quinton.”

Scarecrow huffs, annoyed.

“No, you can’t stay. You’re coming with me.”

“What..? N-no… everyone’s nice here, and no one’s nice in the zones. Can we come back..?” Patty puffs his bottom lip out.

“No. We’re going back.”

Scarecrow started to pack their few belongings, then paused, thinking.

“Go get Quinton. I need him to check over my leg again.”

Patty panics as he stands and pulls the shirt together to button it. He then slips out the tent in search of the teen that looks like him.

What was Scarecrow actually planning..?

Scarecrow waits for Patty to come back with Quinton. His leg was fine, better than fine. For the first time in months his head was clear.

He gathered everything, even his gun. He felt he might need it to get the needed cooperation of everyone.

Patty soon returns with the younger boy, his dual coloured eyes narrowed, and fearful.

Quinton put a hand on his hip, glancing to the man that was packing everything. “Patty said you needed me to check your leg?”

“Yes, I do.”

Scarecrow sat on the bed and pulled his pants leg up, watching Quin carefully.

“Me and Pats are about to head back to the zones; it’s a long journey and I need to be at my best.”

Quinton had been wary of this man since he showed up at the camp. He narrows his eyes at him before kneeling down beside him, hand dangerously close to the knife he had hidden against his ankle.

While Quin is distracted, Scarecrow pulls out his gun and points it straight at Quin’s face, tapping his head with it.

“Sorry for the trickery~ But I figured you wouldn’t go on your own, and Patty was almost going to stay here if I didn’t bring you too~”

As he saw the man move, he pulled the knife from its place and pointed it towards the man’s crotch.

“That’s his decision, now isn’t it? I’ve got a son, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Patty, there’s a knife under one of my shirts. Grab it. If we have to hurt Quin to make him behave…”

Scarecrow tilted his head, smiling cruelly.

“Careful now, I could take your son too.”

Patty freezes, throat tightening as he glances between the two men.

“Take his weapon, Patty. I’ll make sure you’re rewarded later.”

Scarecrow knew Patty couldn’t refuse. Not between his conditioning and the promise of reward.

Patty inhaled sharply and stabbed Quinton in his upper arm, before grabbing the knife from his lap as he dropped it.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry.”

“Now give it here. Good boy.”

Scarecrow smiled to Patty. Good, even when Patty was doubting Scarecrow, his training held strong.

“Now, Quinton~”

Scarecrow clicked his tounge and moved the gun to rest under Quinton’s chin.

“You can rest, Patty, as long as he stops trying to fight. Now, are you going to listen? Or are you going to keep fighting and make this more unpleasant than it has to be?”

i’m just a chemical.

"Patty?" Scarecrow gently shook Patty's shoulder, head clearer than it'd been in a while. "Patty, we need to go."

Patty just barely woke up, tired eyes jerking to look at Scarecrow. “I don’t want to– Nice people here–”

“I know, but we have to go back to the zones. It’s important.”

Scarecrow pushed his shoulder again, then stood, grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol from under the bed. He stared at it for a second before pouring out the rest on the ground.

“Don’t need this shit.”

“N-No, I wanna stay here–”

Patty sits up finally, one of Quinton’s shirts wrapped around his shoulders. Why all of a sudden? It was safe here, they had food, and tons of people–

“Please? Can I stay..?”

“… You want Quinton.”

Scarecrow huffs, annoyed.

“No, you can’t stay. You’re coming with me.”

“What..? N-no… everyone’s nice here, and no one’s nice in the zones. Can we come back..?” Patty puffs his bottom lip out.

“No. We’re going back.”

Scarecrow started to pack their few belongings, then paused, thinking.

“Go get Quinton. I need him to check over my leg again.”

Patty panics as he stands and pulls the shirt together to button it. He then slips out the tent in search of the teen that looks like him.

What was Scarecrow actually planning..?

Scarecrow waits for Patty to come back with Quinton. His leg was fine, better than fine. For the first time in months his head was clear.

He gathered everything, even his gun. He felt he might need it to get the needed cooperation of everyone.

Patty soon returns with the younger boy, his dual coloured eyes narrowed, and fearful.

Quinton put a hand on his hip, glancing to the man that was packing everything. “Patty said you needed me to check your leg?”

“Yes, I do.”

Scarecrow sat on the bed and pulled his pants leg up, watching Quin carefully.

“Me and Pats are about to head back to the zones; it’s a long journey and I need to be at my best.”

Quinton had been wary of this man since he showed up at the camp. He narrows his eyes at him before kneeling down beside him, hand dangerously close to the knife he had hidden against his ankle.

While Quin is distracted, Scarecrow pulls out his gun and points it straight at Quin’s face, tapping his head with it.

“Sorry for the trickery~ But I figured you wouldn’t go on your own, and Patty was almost going to stay here if I didn’t bring you too~”

As he saw the man move, he pulled the knife from its place and pointed it towards the man’s crotch.

“That’s his decision, now isn’t it? I’ve got a son, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Patty, there’s a knife under one of my shirts. Grab it. If we have to hurt Quin to make him behave…”

Scarecrow tilted his head, smiling cruelly.

“Careful now, I could take your son too.”

Patty freezes, throat tightening as he glances between the two men.

"Patty?" Scarecrow gently shook Patty's shoulder, head clearer than it'd been in a while. "Patty, we need to go."

Patty just barely woke up, tired eyes jerking to look at Scarecrow. “I don’t want to– Nice people here–”

“I know, but we have to go back to the zones. It’s important.”

Scarecrow pushed his shoulder again, then stood, grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol from under the bed. He stared at it for a second before pouring out the rest on the ground.

“Don’t need this shit.”

“N-No, I wanna stay here–”

Patty sits up finally, one of Quinton’s shirts wrapped around his shoulders. Why all of a sudden? It was safe here, they had food, and tons of people–

“Please? Can I stay..?”

“… You want Quinton.”

Scarecrow huffs, annoyed.

“No, you can’t stay. You’re coming with me.”

“What..? N-no… everyone’s nice here, and no one’s nice in the zones. Can we come back..?” Patty puffs his bottom lip out.

“No. We’re going back.”

Scarecrow started to pack their few belongings, then paused, thinking.

“Go get Quinton. I need him to check over my leg again.”

Patty panics as he stands and pulls the shirt together to button it. He then slips out the tent in search of the teen that looks like him.

What was Scarecrow actually planning..?

Scarecrow waits for Patty to come back with Quinton. His leg was fine, better than fine. For the first time in months his head was clear.

He gathered everything, even his gun. He felt he might need it to get the needed cooperation of everyone.

Patty soon returns with the younger boy, his dual coloured eyes narrowed, and fearful.

Quinton put a hand on his hip, glancing to the man that was packing everything. “Patty said you needed me to check your leg?”

“Yes, I do.”

Scarecrow sat on the bed and pulled his pants leg up, watching Quin carefully.

“Me and Pats are about to head back to the zones; it’s a long journey and I need to be at my best.”

Quinton had been wary of this man since he showed up at the camp. He narrows his eyes at him before kneeling down beside him, hand dangerously close to the knife he had hidden against his ankle.

While Quin is distracted, Scarecrow pulls out his gun and points it straight at Quin’s face, tapping his head with it.

“Sorry for the trickery~ But I figured you wouldn’t go on your own, and Patty was almost going to stay here if I didn’t bring you too~”

As he saw the man move, he pulled the knife from its place and pointed it towards the man’s crotch.

“That’s his decision, now isn’t it? I’ve got a son, I’m not going anywhere.”

"Patty?" Scarecrow gently shook Patty's shoulder, head clearer than it'd been in a while. "Patty, we need to go."

Patty just barely woke up, tired eyes jerking to look at Scarecrow. “I don’t want to– Nice people here–”

“I know, but we have to go back to the zones. It’s important.”

Scarecrow pushed his shoulder again, then stood, grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol from under the bed. He stared at it for a second before pouring out the rest on the ground.

“Don’t need this shit.”

“N-No, I wanna stay here–”

Patty sits up finally, one of Quinton’s shirts wrapped around his shoulders. Why all of a sudden? It was safe here, they had food, and tons of people–

“Please? Can I stay..?”

“… You want Quinton.”

Scarecrow huffs, annoyed.

“No, you can’t stay. You’re coming with me.”

“What..? N-no… everyone’s nice here, and no one’s nice in the zones. Can we come back..?” Patty puffs his bottom lip out.

“No. We’re going back.”

Scarecrow started to pack their few belongings, then paused, thinking.

“Go get Quinton. I need him to check over my leg again.”

Patty panics as he stands and pulls the shirt together to button it. He then slips out the tent in search of the teen that looks like him.

What was Scarecrow actually planning..?

Scarecrow waits for Patty to come back with Quinton. His leg was fine, better than fine. For the first time in months his head was clear.

He gathered everything, even his gun. He felt he might need it to get the needed cooperation of everyone.

Patty soon returns with the younger boy, his dual coloured eyes narrowed, and fearful.

Quinton put a hand on his hip, glancing to the man that was packing everything. “Patty said you needed me to check your leg?”

“Yes, I do.”

Scarecrow sat on the bed and pulled his pants leg up, watching Quin carefully.

“Me and Pats are about to head back to the zones; it’s a long journey and I need to be at my best.”

Quinton had been wary of this man since he showed up at the camp. He narrows his eyes at him before kneeling down beside him, hand dangerously close to the knife he had hidden against his ankle.

I need your help. -Scarecrow

Fancy. What do you need my help with?

《Quinton》

I need to get sober. I've been drinking isopropyl alcohol and it's only fucking me up. I have to get clean, for good this time.

I... I can't do it on my own.

You-

Excuse me, you've been drinking what now and for how long?

Isopropyl alcohol, also known as Rubbing alcohol. You use it as a disinfectant. And I've been drinking it for as long as I've been in this camp, on and off.

I- I fucking know what it is. I use it all the time. But jesus fucking christ, you could've gone blind-

And that's why I need your help in quitting. Before things get worse.

Alright. Alright, fine.

Let's start with locking the alcohol away.

It's under my bed, I can bring it over.

I can come to you. I'll hide it somewhere you won't find it.

... Alright.

Just give me a second.

Scarecrow waited for Quin, holding onto Patty to keep himself from hiding away a bottle for later times.

He quietly kept his face buried in the boy's hair, eyes closed. He couldn't believe he was asking for help, but here he was....

It took the boy a few moments, but he did show up, popping his head into the tent far enough that only his dull eyes were showing.

Of all the people he could've asked--

"I'm here like I promised. How much do you have left?"

I need your help. -Scarecrow

Fancy. What do you need my help with?

《Quinton》

I need to get sober. I've been drinking isopropyl alcohol and it's only fucking me up. I have to get clean, for good this time.

I... I can't do it on my own.

You-

Excuse me, you've been drinking what now and for how long?

Isopropyl alcohol, also known as Rubbing alcohol. You use it as a disinfectant. And I've been drinking it for as long as I've been in this camp, on and off.

I- I fucking know what it is. I use it all the time. But jesus fucking christ, you could've gone blind-

And that's why I need your help in quitting. Before things get worse.

Alright. Alright, fine.

Let's start with locking the alcohol away.

It's under my bed, I can bring it over.

I can come to you. I'll hide it somewhere you won't find it.

... Alright.

Just give me a second.

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Fancy. What do you need my help with?

《Quinton》

I need to get sober. I've been drinking isopropyl alcohol and it's only fucking me up. I have to get clean, for good this time.

I... I can't do it on my own.

You-

Excuse me, you've been drinking what now and for how long?

Isopropyl alcohol, also known as Rubbing alcohol. You use it as a disinfectant. And I've been drinking it for as long as I've been in this camp, on and off.

I- I fucking know what it is. I use it all the time. But jesus fucking christ, you could've gone blind-

And that's why I need your help in quitting. Before things get worse.

Alright. Alright, fine.

Let's start with locking the alcohol away.

It's under my bed, I can bring it over.

I can come to you. I'll hide it somewhere you won't find it.

I need your help. -Scarecrow

Fancy. What do you need my help with?

《Quinton》

I need to get sober. I've been drinking isopropyl alcohol and it's only fucking me up. I have to get clean, for good this time.

I... I can't do it on my own.

You-

Excuse me, you've been drinking what now and for how long?

Isopropyl alcohol, also known as Rubbing alcohol. You use it as a disinfectant. And I've been drinking it for as long as I've been in this camp, on and off.

I- I fucking know what it is. I use it all the time. But jesus fucking christ, you could've gone blind-

And that's why I need your help in quitting. Before things get worse.

Alright. Alright, fine.

Let's start with locking the alcohol away.

I need your help. -Scarecrow

Fancy. What do you need my help with?

《Quinton》

I need to get sober. I've been drinking isopropyl alcohol and it's only fucking me up. I have to get clean, for good this time.

I... I can't do it on my own.

You-

Excuse me, you've been drinking what now and for how long?

Isopropyl alcohol, also known as Rubbing alcohol. You use it as a disinfectant. And I've been drinking it for as long as I've been in this camp, on and off.