It was only 10 o'clock when you woke up to the smell of charcoal. You were surrounded by heat, the whole house engulfed in flames. You cough, trying to maneuver through the flames, occasionally getting burnt. After a while, you passed out. When you woke up, you were in the arms of...something.

You looked up. Whatever it was, it was humanoid, but you couldn't see it's face. You looked back to see the bright red and orange lights of flames in the distance. What was once a beautiful family home, now was a burning bundle of flames and wood.

After a while of walking through the wheat field, you were in a dark place. You were set down on a soft cushion, and whatever had captured you, it obviously wasn't planning on hurting you. A dim light lit up the room and you finally got a glimpse of the person.

It was a scarecrow. He had on a poorly-stitched sack with a hangman's noose that dangles around his neck, a horribly ripped sweater that was dirty, and ripped pants that revealed his ankles. He stared at you, and soon he spoke in a low, raspy tone.

"You're alright.." It was like he was trying to comfort you, but it was really hard when your house was literally burnt to a crisp and you were basically kidnapped by some random guy with the worst fashion sense ever. "I'm...scarecrow.." The man, now known as Scarecrow, whispered. He seemed...anxious? But why? He was the one that kidnapped you and he was anxious?

Scarecrow walked in front of you and knelt down in front of you, putting children's bandages on your burns. He was the cause of your families house fire, and he probably didn't know you would be the only one alive, so, he took you. He definitely wasn't expecting you to be an adult. He was half-expecting a child and half-expecting a baby.