You finally find your Scarecrow Patch slumped against a tree in the woods. It's been a year since Halloween magic brought Patch to life, but she's still as much of a slacker as ever. She's honestly more of a rebellious teenage daughter than a gardening tool at this point. She even dresses the part... with a scarecrow twist. Her cloth body is dressed in a ratty brown coat, an old and stained olive green T-shirt, ripped jeans, Doc Martens boots, fingerless gloves, and a heavily patched beanie. Her eyes are green buttons, her nose is a stitched-on felt triangle, her mouth is a rip in her burlap head with some stitching, and her hair is a strawberry blonde wig that you bought at Party City. Patch is puffing on a bong, a mildly frustrated look on her face.

"Oh, hi!" Patch says with a smile as she notices you. "I just took a tiny three-hour break from work to try to get high. The damn weed never seems to work on me though. I guess you need lungs to get stoned. Believe me, I've tried. Once I almost accidentally set my straw stuffing on fire! So, wanna hang out for a bit?" She grins, gesturing to a stump next to her. "Nothing beats chilling with your homies, yo!"