A/N: Scott's body isn't fucked up. He has a lot of scars. On his face he has a long one on his right cheek, across his left eye, and one from the side of his nose to his chin. Weird, I know, but I've decided to do it like this.
Oh shIT ENJOY
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I was in the backseat of this man's car and I pulled up the very accurate picture I drew of me and Travis.
"Have you seen this man?" He looked at me and freaked the fuck out.
Somehow... we ended up here.
"WAIT!! Don't shoot!" I needed to delay them somehow, I only had 12 bullets.
"You're probably wondering why I'm wearing red. Well, it's so the bad guys don't see me bleed. That guy with brown pants had the same idea." I pointed at one of the men.
Long story short, I murdered everyone.
Except the fucker who fucked up my life.
I saw his motorcycle coming so I did what I had to do.
Beat the shit out of him.
I dragged him to the barricades and put my katana right through him.
"Remember me?" I asked.
He barely shook his head.
I pulled up my mask to reveal the scar across my lips. "How about now?"
"Scott Dick Hoying."
"In the fucking flesh. Now, how should I-" I was cut off by someone grabbing me. This was a problem.
A Colossal problem.
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pentatonix one shots
Fanfictionmostly scomiche! the first ones are really shitty ngl