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False was… confused to say the least.
The last thing she remembered was going into the alley way behind the theatre.
This….
Wasn’t the alleyway behind the theatre. At least she didn’t think it was. This place was clearly owned by someone rich out of their mind who had absolutely no sense of style.
Listen, she wasn’t one to judge, but she wouldn’t have picked blue and orange together. Don’t get her wrong, the furniture was nice, clearly expensive, but whoever owned the penthouse was clearly not an interior designer.
They should probably hire one though.
It’s true what they say. Money can’t buy a sense of style.
As she came too, she could hear voices. They seemed to be arguing, she tried to move to a more comfortable position, but her hands were tied up.
Wait a minute. Her hands were tied up. She looked down and saw that her feet were tied up to. This was not good.
Now she was panicking. Was this another memory?
No.
It didn’t feel like one at least.
Oh god oh god oh god she was in trouble.
Just stay quiet, that’s how she’d survive this.
“SCAR!!”
Scar! Like Memories Scar. She had to stay quiet. He could have answers for her. He just kidnapped her. She was confused. She should say something. She should stay quiet, he might be dangerous.
Why can’t anything be normal anymore?
Her head hurt. She couldn’t tell if it was because of the memory or because of the situation she’d found herself in. Her mind was racing a thousand miles a minute.
Who was Scar?
He was talking with someone else, Who was the other man?
Who was she?
“Oh look who’s alive” not-Scar deadpanned. False looked up to see a slightly muscular man in a red-knit sweater, his dusty blond hair cropped around his face.
“Heeey False” presumably Scar said awkwardly peeking out from behind the man, “it’s been a while, how ya been?”
The way Scar was scrunched you’d think that this was a really awkward family reunion
False didn’t care to get to know her captors, she just wanted to finally be able to answer one of her questions.
“Are you Scar?” She asked, uncertain of what she wanted the answer to be.
“False, come on, you know who I am” Scar prompted
False thought she knew who he was. She needed conformation, or really she just wanted to know something for sure.
She tried again “Are you Scar?”
She was a little more peeved this time. Just answer the darn question.
“False I-“
“How do you know my name”
“False-“
“ARE. YOU. SCAR?” False screamed. She was at the end of her rope. If she could stand up she would, she tried but feel over, being caught by the red sweater man.
He put her back on the couch, it still wasn’t that comfortable.
“Yes I’m Scar” Scar started, all the sudden taking on a more serious tone “and I was your childhood best friend. Five years ago I was told you’d died. I’ve spent the last five years of my life hunting your killer”
False was shocked, it all lined up perfectly. The battle five years ago, her missing memories, the things that triggered her memories. It all made sense, except one thing didn’t.
“But the only deaths in that battle were”
“Hero’s” Scar confirmed, “there’s something you should know False.”
False looked him dead in the eyes, waiting for him to finish, for him to finally tell her something an her life before.
Scar looked to the red man, the man nodded back in confirmation. They could tell her.
Scar let out a sigh before saying “I, Scar Goodtimes, am the hero HotGuy. My companion, Grian nolastnamegiven, is my sidekick CuteGuy.”
False was, well, pretty shocked. The reveal had actually taken her off guard. She hadn’t just been kidnapped by anyone. She’d been taken by a hero, and not just any hero, by one that was at the memorial. A hero who happened to know about her past. She just had one question;
“What does that have to do with me?” She asked, not really seeing why Scar felt he had to reveal his identity to her.
“Don’t ruin my dramatic reveal” Scar quipped at her
“Yeah” Grian agreed, just as engaged as she was
“Ok anyway” Scar took on the same serious tone as before, “When you ended up in that battle, you weren’t there as yourself or for yourself. When you went into that battle, you were also a hero.”
Scar looked her dead in the eyes before finishing
“You were a hero once False. You were one of the best assets we had. You, were Stopwatch”
“I-um oh!” Was all False could say, how was she supposed to react to that?
Grian interrupted her shock to reveal one last thing.
“And we have reason to believe the Hero’s know your alive”