Into The Darkness [Storage] We Are One

[Sheogorath]

"Believe me I know, I've sunk Pretty Low"
"It's Time Step Up or its Time to Back Down"
"I'm READY as I'll EVER be."
"I'm the bad guy THAT'S FINE"
"I'll wreck this if I have to"
"I've got a friend that's losing sleep."
"I've got a new disease in me."
"And I just need a minute"
"I just need a breath"
"YOU WERE A FRIEND OF MINE"
"So here's another day."
"THEY DON'T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO"
"I don't know how it got this way."
"I'm not loving you best"
"found my heart and broke it here"
"any moment now, your highness"

-- Ready as I'll Ever Be -- Tangled
-- Masterpiece -- Marianas Trench

say all the words inside my head
YOU MAKE ME A BELIEVER
I'm fired up and tired
I was broken from a young age
PRAYER TO THE WORMS
hoping my feelings would drown
PAIN PAIN
the blood in my veins
AND IT RAINED DOWN

HEY KIDS! DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?
welcome to the family
ONLY TIME WILL ALTER YOUR VISION
never in question lethal injection
LIVING IN CONSTANT FEAR
can you look at yourself?
YOU CAN'T WIN THIS FIGHT
thoughts are so numb
WE ALL HAVE EMPTINESS INSIDE
WHAT'S WITH THE VIOLENT AGGRESSION?
it's been done a casualty re-run
things that can't be justified
SO HAVE YOU FIGURED IT OUT?

-- believer imagine dragons
-- welcome to the family

YOU GOTTA FIGHT JUST TO MAKE IT THROUGH
I WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU
YOU LEFT A HOLE WHERE MY HEART SHOULD BE
I'M WAITING. START HATING.
YOU TAKE THE BREATH RIGHT OUT OF ME
and i won't reveal your evil mind
IS IT OVER YET? IN MY HEAD
SO SACRIFICE YOURSELF

TAKE YOURSELF TO HIGHER PLACES
tonight my head is spinning
i need something to pick me up
NOTHING IS WORKING
i won't say I've had enough
I START THE FIRE
BREAK AWAY FROM EVERYBODY
BREAK AWAY FROM EVERYTHING
IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE WAY THIS PLACE IS
at night I feel like a vampire
it's not right I CAN'T GIVE IT UP
I'll try to get myself HIGHER
WE'RE GUNNA LIGHT IT UP

THE ROTTEN CORE INSIDE
YOU HAD TO HAVE IT ALL. WELL HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH?
you greedy little bastard you will get what you deserve
HEAVEN HELP YOU
intoxicated lies
YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED BY NOW
I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE WORLD DOWN
NO FEAR OF WHAT'S BEHIND
you think you've won this fight
you've only lost your mind
i will be the one to leave you in your misery
I WILL LIVE AGAIN

I'LL FIND WHAT LIES BENEATH
YOUR SICK TWISTED SMILE
YOUR COLD JADED EYES
turn the tide on me, you're so unkind
you're no good, you don't cry like you should
WHEN LOVE DIES
HERE WE GO. DOES IT HURT?
COME TO LIFE. IT GETS WORSE.
YOU'RE SAD LIFE SAYS IT ALL.
YOU'RE THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE
I'M THE ONE YOU LEFT BEHIND

pour salt into the open wound
LET ME IN
THE FIRE IN YOUR EYES
GET AWAY. PLEASE.
CRAWL BACK INSIDE
YOUR BLACK DEAD EYES
YOUR WEAK WICKED LIE
I'M ONE STEP BEHIND
show me where it hurts and i will make it worse
KEEP HOLDING ON
eyes shine for one last time
YOUR FACELESS LIES
YOUR HOPE IS GONE
SICK. BLIND.
i'm becoming a monster just like you
after it all you'll try to break me too
falling forever, chasing dreams
i brought you life so i can hear you scream
LIVE. FIGHT.

I DON'T WANNA DROWN IN YOU
there's a place where you can light the fire
AND WATCH IT BURN
beyond the point of no return
is it real or just another crazy dream
feels just like i'm underwater
dying in the bed that i have made
I'M SINKING AND I'M TORN IN TWO
so when you see me come up for air
DON'T TRY TO HOLD ME DOWN
JUST SAVE ME NOW

words can be like knives, they can cut you open
silence surrounds you and haunts you
i think i might've inhaled you
i can feel you behind my eyes
you've gotten into my bloodstream
i can you flowing in me

I'm torn and i'm fallin
i've never felt something so strong
like nothing i've ever known

[Sheogorath]

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you take the breath right outta me

[sup]YOU GOTTA FIGHT JUST TO MAKE IT THROUGH

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what if i fell to the floor

[sup]COULDN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE

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what if i wanted to break

[sup]LAUGH IT ALL OFF IN YOUR FACE

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i'll wreck this if i have to

[sup]TELL ME WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT DO

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now the nightmare's real

[sup]NOW DR HORRIBLE IS HERE

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you should have learned by now

[sup]I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE WORLD DOWN

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silent i go under, i am not afraid

[sup]I CAN HEAR THE DEVIL CALL MY NAME

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nothing but lies and crooked wings

[sup]OPEN YOUR WINGS AND FLY OVER ME EVIL ANGEL

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[Sheogorath]

Edward: How's your day, Spooky?
Jonathan: Infinitely better now that someone of such high intellectual standard is in the same room.

scriddler for life

[impiety]

[Sheogorath]

SCRIDDLER SIGGIES!

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right now I feel just like a leaf on a breeze

WHO KNOWS WHERE IT'S BLOWIN', WHERE IT'S GOIN'

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I find myself somewhere i never thought i'd be

GOING 'ROUND IN CIRCLES THINKING BOUT YOU AND ME

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how do I explain it when I don't know what to say

OH AND WHAT DO I DO NOW, SO MUCH HAS CHANGED

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this feels so strong now

THIS CAN'T BE WRONG NOW

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nothing i have ever known has made me feel this way

I NEVER FELT SOMETHING SO STRONG. LIKE NOTHING I'VE EVER KNOWN.

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nothing i have ever known has made me wanna stay

BUT HERE I AM, READY FOR YOU, I HEAR MY HOME CALLING

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i think i might have inhaled you

I CAN FEEL YOU BEHIND MY EYES

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you've gotten into my bloodstream

I CAN FEEL YOU FLOATING IN ME

[impiety]

AAAAAAAAA

[Sheogorath]

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[Sheogorath]

[div style="width: 500px; font-family: railway; font-size: 16px; color: black; line-height: 130%; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px"]SCARECROW'S HISTORY
[tw for child abuse, alcohol abuse, torture, twisted Christianity]
Fear. It's an emotion Jonathan knew well. He grew up with it, living on a wheat farm with his father, his mother, having died in childbirth, his grandmother a harsh christian of the worse sort. Jonathan's father was negligent and liked to pretend Jonathan never existed. On occasion, he hit Jonathan, with his fist, or with a belt, for no apparent reason asides from drunkenness, as if alcohol would suddenly remind him that his son existed. But most of the abuse came from his grandmother. She believed his mother's death was his fault, and that he was a devil's child. So she beat him.

But she didn't just beat him. She tortured him. tormented him. Called him worthless, strung him up in the barn and beat him with a belt. The scars that lacerate his body are brutal and eternal. They'd only ever fade, but they would always exist. At some point, she forced him into a boiling water bath, as if to burn the devil out of him. She'd tell him he would burn for what he had done. She even tried to murder him once, she had tried to set him on fire, dousing him in gasoline, screaming that Satan would have him for what he had done. Of course, he had fled, though knowing his family, while abusive, was all he had, he soon returned.

The other kids of the town, mostly in school, picked on him for his lanky appearance. They often compared him to a scarecrow, and enjoyed shoving him around, bullying him, stealing his things. One day, they strung him up in the field, tied his hands to a cross and covered him in straw, screaming that he was good for nothing, that he was worth more as a scarecrow than anything else. That didn't count the beatings. On occasion, Jonathan would try to stand up for himself, and he would always be severely punished for it. The teacher never did anything about the bullying, in fact, she encouraged it. It seemed as if the entire town hated him. It was, after all, a small village that still clung to a small pocket of power. It was likely because his grandmother often fabricated tales that Jonathan was evil, that he often attacked his grandmother and father, that he was a devil. And the town believed it. So he suffered.

One Halloween, he managed to get away from the distress his family caused him. They never would have let him off the property without permission, in fact, during that particular time, he had been confined to his room. But he had snuck out, and what he saw that day changed everything. He had been prowling around the bushes in the dark of the cool night when he had seen it, a group of rowdy teenagers jumping out at strangers, harassing trick-or-treaters for their candy. At one point, an older man passed by, perhaps in his eighties, with greyed hair and half blind eyes. One would have expected the teenagers not to leap from their hiding spot in that moment, but they did. And the old man had a heart attack. A real one. That was the first time Jonathan had truly experienced the power of fear over others. Sure, he had felt it himself, but he had never been the cause of it. Something stirred inside of him that day.

Then the power went out, and the town descended into darkness. Radiation killed the livestock, and the plants, and that was how he discovered it. Starvation was a powerful thing, and his grandmother often refused him food. So when a merchant arrived in town, Jonathan did the only thing reasonable. He snuck into the trader's wagon and stole from him. Most of what he stole was food, but then he saw the plant, white trumpet shaped flowers bright in the darkness. He had heard the trader talk about it. Apparently it was deadly poisonous. Jonathan had grown tired of the abuse, tired of the pain, the suffering, tired of seeing the wounds and scars that laced his small body.

So, he stole the plant, and the next morning, when he was told to make his grandmother's daily tea, he poisoned it with the flower petals of the supposedly poisonous plant. On that day, the world changed. He watched as his grandmother began to hallucinate, how she began to call out, claw at herself as if she was on fire. The plant wasn't just deadly, it caused one to hallucinate their greatest fears! His mother survived despite the fact that he had used all the petals on the flower, and she made certain that he was punished for it. Despite having no proof, she, naturally, assumed that he had poisoned her. So, she strung him up by his feet in the barn and beat him with a cattle whip.

But Jonathan had found an obsession with fear that week. After seeing the heart attack, after seeing his grandmother struggle. He knew that fear would change everything, that it would make him powerful. So he began to research. He had always been a reader, and he was highly intelligent, having paid great attention in class. Jonathan was best at chemistry, and he often stole psychology books from his father, who happened to work in the field. The books helped him understand fear all the better, and he learned about phobias and the twists of the mind. But as for chemistry, he learned about biochemicals, and, despite the fact that the plant had long since died, he still had the seeds. So he synthesized them into an injectible liquid, stealing needles from the local doctor. He always was a good thief. It was how he survived.

Each day he was abused, beaten, treated like a demon, but during the night, he snuck out to his private little lab in a shed near the back of the farm, and began to research. But in order to find the perfect formula, he had to test it, and so he took one of the needles filled with what he called his fear toxin to class one day, and the first person who harassed him got it good. It happened in the middle of class. James had called him scarecrow again, but this time it didn't hurt like it used to. If they wanted a scarecrow, then they would have one. James's screams echoed throughout the school that day, and, feeling stronger than ever before, Jonathan fled back home before the police were summoned to the scene. He knew he didn't have time to wait and watch his grandmother suffer, as much as he wanted to. So he grabbed a scythe from the barn, and attacked. The old woman didn't stand a chance, though she tried to defend herself, he hacked her to death. And then, his father.

Quickly gathering all of his supplies from the shed, Jonathan fled. He was young then, and he traveled for years by himself. One day, he found an old Scarecrow costume in a Halloween store, and, reminded of his childhood, he decided to keep it and take on the alias Scarecrow. After all, if the world wanted a scarecrow, then that was what they would get. Having remembered the trader's remarks on where the Scare Plant could be found, Jonathan traveled far, to an ancient jungle, to find what he needed. And once he had found enough of the radiated plant, he began to research once more. Hungry for power, and to study fear so that he might one day overcome it himself, along with the motive to make the world suffer for what it had done to him, he began kidnapping people from the villages he passed through, using them as experiments to further develop his toxin.

Until one day, he found Cullen. Jonathan had never found love before, but something about the other man stirred something within him, and while their relationship never moved past friendship, it was clear that the two both felt something more for each other. But Cullen never saw The Scarecrow, not it's fullest extend. Jonathan was afraid that his alternate self would frighten Cullen off. But one day, that changed. Jonathan, desperate to prove that Cullen was truly his friend, that there would one day be more between them, showed Cullen his work, and instead of running away, Cullen had supported him. While the other man never helped with his kidnappings and experiments, choosing to stay a respectable distance from the crime, Cullen never once betrayed Jonathan's trust.

One day, they traveled through the desert, Badlands territory, and were approached by three soldiers of the group who attacked on sight. They tortured and killed Cullen, and in a vengeful rage, Jonathan had slaughtered them before swearing revenge on the Badlands. But that was not all he swore. He swore he'd never love again. He felt abandoned and betrayed by the world, and he hated it.

Jonathan eventually joined Flintlock Lodge, but didn't give up his studies. In fact, having a town full of people only encouraged him further. But he knew that as people started to disappear, people would grow more and more suspicious of someone in the group. Desiring to both target the group leader, Lupin, and hide his own involvement, Jonathan attacked Lupin as Scarecrow and locked him up in the town jail. After doing so, Jon took over Flintlock and promised to conduct an investigation into Lupin's disappearance. He, instead, used his opportunity to get out of town as an excuse to further his experiments, by seeking out more fear toxin from a rare plant in Northstar District, before moving on to threaten the members of the Badlands in an attempt to cause unrest between the two groups so that he could blame the disappearances on the Badlands, given that The Badlands had, at one point, murdered his closest friend. Jonathan was hell bent on revenge, and wished the group to suffer. Their leader Charlie in particular. Not long afterward, Jonathan traveled back to the Badlands as Scarecrow and attacked a man called Sheogorath, subjecting him to his worse fears. Afterward, Jonathan traveled to Camp Apocalypse in order to manipulate them in helping him raid the Badlands, but never received a proper response.

On the way back from Camp Apocalypse, he came across a man on a farm, a killer, much like himself, named Edward. While Jonathan determined at first to kill the other man, he soon realized that there was something special about Edward, the fact that, despite their annoyances toward each other, they had both seen each other for what they both were, wolves. Something stirred with Scarecrow, though he never would have admitted it at the time. Edward eventually joined Flintlock Lodge, and his presence only caused The Scarecrow more confusion, who was determined not to be betrayed, who was determined never to have another friend lest he lose them. He had had a friend once in high school, and they had betrayed him, became apart of the group that had abused him. So Scarecrow was wary of getting closer to Edward. In fact, he often considered killing him. Until one day, Scarecrow allowed Edward to see one of his experiments, a test, anxious that the other man would see him for the truth of what he was, a real monster, a nightmare, and betray him like his friend in the past.

[Sheogorath]

[Sheogorath]

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