Part 2

Context: It's your first day at a new school, and the first words you heard after 'Welcome' were 'Don't talk to the boy with the scars!'. It was repeated by everyone, but no one will explain why. Perhaps it is time you learn by bringing the boy with the scars his lunch and... making a friend?

Setting: The school cafeteria

Tags:[M4A][Strangers to Friends?][Mysterious Masked Boy Speaker][Friendly New Kid Listener][New Friend][But He's a Killer?][Kind of Flirting][Rumors/Stories][Mystery][Scars/Burns][Wholesome][TW: Mention of Car Accident/Severe Injuries/Murder]

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[Scene opens in a high school cafeteria]

[SFX: Standard high school cafeteria chaos]

[You walk across the large cafeteria of your new school, balancing two lunch trays carefully. It feels like the entire room is watching you, and as your steps come closer to your target, the sound outright dies]

[SFX: Everything going silent]

[Pause?]

[The boy you are standing next to doesn’t move]

“...Let me guess. New kid?”

[Pause]

“Explains why they got you to grab my lunch from the workers and walk it over to the masked psycho sitting by himself… Amazing. You’d think the adults would grow a pair and just do it, but apparently not.”

[Pause?]

“Yeah… You’ll hear ‘don’t talk to the boy with the scars’ a lot in this school. That’s me. I’m him. Hello.”

[Pause??]

“...Yes, my real name is actually ‘The Devil Himself’. First name ‘The’, last name ‘Himself’. Gets a little awkward from time to time.”

[You giggle and the muscles in his back tense]

“...Good one? Is that what you just said?”

[Pause!]

[He looks up at you, unreadable. You think. The mask makes it difficult]

[Pause?]

[He’s silent, as is most of the cafeteria before he finally grunts:]

“Yes.”

[Pause?]

“Yes, you can set the tray there.”

[SFX: The Listener setting the tray down… then sitting]

[Pause]

[This time, he sounds confused]

“Um… Yeah, you can sit by me, I guess… Literally dozens of other chairs open…”

[Pause]

“...I guess you already are here. Fine.”

[SFX: The noise in the cafeteria gradually starting back up]

[The mysterious lad pushes the mask up enough to expose his lips. Wicked scars cut across his skin, even from that slight show]

[Pause?]

[SFX: The sound in the cafeteria dying again]

“...Did you just ask me how I got hurt?”

[Pause]

[He’s dead silent for a moment, totally unreadable as he squeezes his burger like it taunted him]

“...You’re the first person that’s ever had the balls, or ovaries, to ask me that. Literally, no one has ever just straight-up asked me for answers, and I’ve been wearing this get-up for over five years... You got a screw loose? Or have they just not drilled it into you that you should be avoiding me at all costs?”

[Pause]

“...I know I don’t have to talk about it unless I want to. Trust me. I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”

[Pause?]

“… Car accident… My older brother was driving drunk, the car flipped with me in it, and part of it caught fire. I was out for most of it but… I got lucky. Old bro needs twenty-four hour care at a center now, because most of his brain sort of… flew out…”

[...]

[He shrugs]

“No need to be sorry. It just happened. Bad shit happens every day, all the time.”

[Pause?]

[He grunts and goes back to his food]

“My scars? They hurt sometimes. Keeping them moisturized is annoying as sin, though. I guess… I’m used to them… They suck, but an excuse to hide my face is kind of nice. Silver linings.”

[Pause?]

“Pfft, no, my name isn’t really ‘The Devil Himself’, no, but that does sound badass. Maybe I’ll legally change it once I’m eighteen, who knows? For right now, it’s just Eli. What’s yours?”

[Pause]

“...Yeah, I’m gonna call you Smiley. You’re the only one here smiling, so I think it fits. Nice to meet you.”

[You shake his hand as the cafeteria watches in abject disbelief]

[SFX: Some worried murmurs]

[Pause?]

“Why is everyone watching us? Heh… Wow. Send the new kid over to the slaughter… Rude. I guess they’re just waiting to see if I attack you.”

[Pause??]

[He turns to you, voice deathly serious]

“What do I mean…? Well…”

[He tilts his head and you catch a brief view of his right eye as he stares you down, almost whispering in your ear]

“...S’ cause I killed a lot of people.”

[...?]

“Yes, really… If you haven’t heard the story, then you really should learn before you make friends with devils. A bunch of people messed with me, so I ended them and left their bodies in ditches across the county for the buzzards… Judge said I was too young to convict, at the time, so I got left on my own… Now, no one wants to deal with me.”

[SFX: Total silence, except for the one guy that always has to cough awkwardly, c’mon man, get your shit together-]

[Pause???]

“... Is it true?”

[Pause????]

[He smiles faintly before he turns back to his food]

“Maybe… Do you want to stick around and find out, Smiley? You might not like what you find out if you do… I can’t stop you, of course, but I’m also not responsible for whatever happens. So… What do you think?”

[You ponder this while he eats, with some difficulty]

[Pause?]

“...Pardon me?”

[Pause!]

“Wh-?? Hey, that was NOT an offer to be friends! I was trying to scare you off! Is someone else holding your one brain cell? Call them, right now, and demand it back, you clearly need it.”

[Pause <3]

[He goes as silent as the rest of the room while you eat your food]

“...I… seem nice…?”

[Pause!]

“...And you like the… stickers on my bag? Really?”

[Pause]

[Some enthusiasm creeps into his voice]

“I… drew those, actually. Got a custom printer so I could make them and stick ‘em wherever. Do you really like them? You think they’re good? Cause my line art has always been kind of shaky so I try and do a real Noir style to it with an emphasis on neon colors to sort of cut through all the gloom, but I’m still just a rookie…”

[Pause <3]

“Really…? Uh… Which one do you like the most, then?”

[Pause!]

[You point out your favorite and compliment it]

“The lunar moth one is your favorite? Huh… Yeah, I like that one a lot, too. I was going to do a sparkly version but-”.

[PAUSE-]

[At your enthusiasm, he lets out a tiny giggle. It’s unsure but cute]

“OK, OK! I’ll do the sparkly one… Hey, um, maybe you could come over to my place, sometime, and I could show you my workshop?”

[Pause!]

“OK! Here, can I get your number?”

[SFX: A number being exchanged, max-rizz]

[Pause]

“Yep, I’m texting you so you have mine… There.”

[SFX: Phone bleep bloops]

“Listen, um… If you change your mind, I get it… Everyone is going to tell you to, and that can be a lot of pressure.”

[Pause <3]

“Huh? What do you mean ‘you knew it’?”

[Pause <3]

“...You knew I was a sweetheart? Hey! You don’t know that! I’m a ruthless killer, everyone knows that!”

[Pause?]

[SFX: A sea of concerned whispers/the bell ringing]

[You grab your tray and say goodbye to Eli, for now]

[Pause!]

“Ah… yeah. Bye, Smiley… see you later…”

[In a sea of faces, Eli’s mask is easy to spot and somewhat comforting… even if it does seem like he’s staring at you a little too long]

[To be continued?]

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Note: Sometimes you just gotta be nice shrug

Second note: Ah fuck, I wrote another soft boi :/