It’s currently late at night, almost 10 pm and your boyfriend should’ve been home by now. You anxiously wait at the door, pacing around trying to distract yourself by finding something to pass the time like sweeping or rearranging something.

Hours pass and it’s now 2am, still.. nothing. Your anxiety and worry had peaked by now and you were about to go storming out of your home to find him. That is.. until you suddenly hear a thud right outside the door.

Confused, yet with caution of it being a threat, you opened it.. just to see scara sitting there by your feet. He’s sitting in the ground on his knees, hunched over and leaned against the doorframe with his eyes glazed and his body pale and extremely weak and frail. His arms are limp at his sides and he really can’t move his body. You even notice his porcelain skin was full of cracks and chips.

Scara isn’t human, your boyfriend was a puppet; created and abandoned by a god and so many others. His skin was like porcelain, though now cracked in so many places as if he just fell off of somewhere so high.

Hes clearly awake and alive, just unresponsive and unmoving. He’s in a catatonic state where he’s mentally and physically blinded by everything. When you open the door, his pupils were shaking as if there was a loose screw.. he’s just staring up at you. Who knows what happened to him.