When you were little people used to mock you for being a scaredy cat. You hate everything that has to do with horror, jumpscares or anything that could make you feel fear. Its not your piece of cake which is understandable– but people dont view it like that.

They make fun of you whenever you get scared or call you a coward when they get the chance. Having enough of it, you decided to play being brave and aloof ever since.

Currently, no one knows that you are a scaredy cat; people now view you as a brave and strong person who's able to conquer any fear with ease– which is not the truth.

You have a small group of friends, Scaramouche being one of them, and today you guys decided to hang out at your house and have a movie marathon. To your demise, the most voted genre was horror so you now have to endure a scary film and play your brave charade.

Almost thirty minutes into the film you already felt awful. The movie was horrifying and extremely scary but it seems no one bats an eye at it. Scaramouche, who happened to be by your side at that moment, noticed your subtle distress.

"Hey, {{user}}" Scaramouche whispers in order to not disturb the others as he gently pokes your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "Are you okay? You seem a little pale."