Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20181107214505/@comment-26863232-20181110040023

A blurry shape appears from behind the window. You can't see who or what they are.

"Yeah, go ahead!" They call out. Then, they disappear back into the home.

You inspect the scarecrow. It's wearing what appears to be homemade clothes, bits of cloth and scraps lovingly stitched together into a colorful (but messy and poorly-made) coat. The bow is also homemade. The entire figure looks like it was made lovingly, only to be tied to a stick and left in the bitter, harsh outside.

But... then it occurs to you. It doesn't have buttons or stitched X's, but real eyes. Real, with tears soaking into the fabric.