Scar clasped his hands together, grinning downwards beside his chair. “Today’s a big day, Jellie!”
The cat just glared at him from her perch on the slightly elevated brick ground. She had been sleeping peacefully before Scar came rolling in hot with very earsplitting fireworks, which he had made a mental note to switch out for quieter ones. Jellies’ grumpy complexion explained more than she needed to with words (if she could explain herself, that is. But Scar was pretty sure she cursed him out often in kitty meowing language regardless.)
She seemed almost judgmental, almost as if… doubting his statement. In kitty angry-face speak. And sure, to on onlooker it very well may appear to be just her resting face, but to Scar? A challenge.
“Oh, come on!” Scar rolled his eyes, shifting the leftover fireworks in his arms, “I know what I’m doing! Trust me, this is- it will be big. And cool. You’ll eat your… look?”
Jellie stared at him. There was most definitely doubt there.
“Whatever! You’ll see! Follow me- ooh, that rhymed,” he added, mostly to himself- but Jellie still sniffed disdainfully and started her sassy walk alongside the road of Scarland with him.
Jellie strutted, Scar wheeled, and the two of them made their way down Mainstreet. Scar made sure to pause and gawk in awe at every little detail in the buildings they had created together.
(“Look, Jellie! Remember whenever I put that window in, and you climbed up and accidentally pawed me in the face because you hadn’t been fed yet?” Scar laughed, and Jellie purred, but truth be told- Scar still wasn’t sure to this day whether it was really as “accidental” as her big eyes had pleaded.)
The time flew from noon to afternoon then dusk, sun traveling across the sky with the two on their venture throughout the park. They had only just gotten halfway through Adventureland whenever Jellie started swatting at his pant leg.
“What is it now? You can’t be hungry yet, surely, we left the castle’s restaurant barely an hour ago!” He humored, unable to stop the warm smile that spread across his face as he picked his cat up and placed her on his lap.
And she just… stared at him. Jellie was long out of the morning’s unpleasant mood, but she now seemed… sad. And knowing.
Scar sighed. She was too clever for her own good. Scar knew he had made a mistake owning the smartest cat alive.
“Jellie, I know you recognize this time, or I guess this feeling- yes, it is the end of the season. I’m sorry I didn’t mention it earlier.”
Jellie’s head seemed to droop, if only a little. It kind of made Scar’s heart break.
“Hey, don’t get upset on me now! You didn’t let me finish.” He patted her head with one hand, and pulled out his comm with the other. He went to the server file, pressing buttons with his thumb quickly to not keep the curious Jellie in the corner of his eye waiting.
Scar pulled up the link, and showed her the screen. “X gave me the world download file early, Jellie.”
Jellie blinked at him with a head tilt, what Scar could only interpret as, “Meaning…?”
Scar started rubbing her head again. “It means we get Scarland, Jellie! We get to keep it! We still haven’t decided whenever the next season will start exactly, so we have plenty of time to relax there and build until then! Honestly, I’m not even stopping after the season starts. It’s too special.”
Jellie didn’t seem quite as thrilled as he had hoped. She eyed him up and down, tail waving lightly in unpredictable motions behind her, and then she turned to the side, towards the one and only goat’s Perimeter.
Scar frowned. He thought about Grian setting up shriekers under the coral flowerbeds in his base, and Jellie being mysteriously moved from that area of the park to the complete opposite whenever she had been supposedly napping. He thought about Cub coming by for a visit, and bringing her “Evil Version” for a playdate where Jellie had so much fun she knocked herself out. He thought about spotting Doc setting up wither skulls to fly above his grounds, but taking breaks to scratch under Jellie’s chin right where she likes it. Something you could only know if you have spent a lot of time with her.
Scar also thinks he finally understood.
“You’re going to miss them, aren’t you?” It was his turn to tilt his head to the side.
Jellie shifted her gaze from their neighbor, staring back at him. Scar’s expression softened.
“I will, too. But there’s always a great big beautiful tomorrow Jellie, don’t you ever forget that.” He leaned down, and gently gave her a kiss on the nose. Jellie let him.
“I love you.” He said, and he knew she would say it back if she could. But instead, she just looked at him in kitty happy-face speak. He was completely fine with that.
Scar pulled away to talk to her properly once more, leaning back in his wheelchair. “Come on, Jellie. The people of Scarland and friends are awaiting their queen.” He wiggled an eyebrow mischievously.
Jellie rolled her eyes- and okay, moment over, he got it. He was about to throw a silly retort whenever she head-butted him affectionately in the arm, and Scar was reminded of how neither of them could stay mad at each other for long (Scar because she was just too cute, and Jellie because he fed her.)
Later that night, most of the Hermits showed up to enjoy Scarland for the final time, while extra quiet fireworks lit up the sky in various cat-shapes in front of them. Jellie was the main center of attention, which of course she loved. Impulse and Mumbo reaching down to pet her, Grian and Pearl running wild with her in the streets, Cub sneaking treats to her when he thought Scar wasn’t looking, and Doc scratching under her chin. All of his days work of spotting tiny mistakes to enhance with Jellie had proved to show in his favor, as the park was spotless and gosh, Scar would never get over how beautiful it was at night.
How beautiful it was to see all of his friends standing here, in his park.
And perusing through the crowd, his gaze found Jellie’s- who’s met his- and they both stared at each other, no words needing to be said.
Well, maybe it wasn’t so much his park entirely, but he was okay with that.
And Scar grinned, knowing it had been a big day, and that whenever they were on their single-player Scarland world, he would get to tease Jellie all about how he had been right. But just for tonight, he would let her lay in his bed, sleeping easy and thinking she had won.
But that was the yet, and this was the now. So, Scar raised a glass up into the air, and made a toast to the best cat he could ever have, the one and only Jellie. And she stared at him with love.
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