[h3][color=8dc73f]Scott[/color][/h3][hr]
Scott looked up. This man knew, then? Or knew in part, at least. He looked at the goblin - Miiba, he said her name was. But at least he knew, now, that he’d found someone else who had… died.

[color=8dc73f]“Well… I can try. Um. It’ll sound insane, though.”[/color] He paused. [color=8dc73f]“My name is Scott Carter, and I used to be a fifteen-year-old human from Luton in the East Midlands. I attended school, I drew pictures, and I wasn’t… this.”[/color] He gestures to himself. [color=8dc73f]“I don’t think this is even my face.”[/color]

[color=8dc73f]“We don’t really have pixies there. Or goblins, or magic. We have stories and stuff about it, but none of it is real. Not like here.”[/color] Again, he paused. Did he really want to tell this man everything? How he got here? How he died? He had met the Demon King, right? And unless Demon meant ‘benevolent ruler’ or something to the humans here, the likelihood was that he was opposed to demonic entities. He didn’t want to lie, but...

He rolled back his shoulders. Half-truths? [color=8dc73f]“Some of my classmates… they did something. Something bad. And when I woke up… it took me about a week for me to remember? I think? It’s all a little fuzzy.”[/color]