"Well if it did, it might answer a few questions I have." The wind is picking up, and Darling hunches his shoulders a little against it. It feels harsher out here, somehow. Which would make sense, without hundreds of skyscrapers to diffuse it.
"If it's not too impolite to ask, how long have you been here, Scratch?"
"Ah!" The scientist ducks his head with a laugh. He wasn't expecting to get to the point quite so quickly or directly, but here they are.
"Nine years. Or thereabouts. I assume you're connected to that event, in some way. If not to his disappearance, then to him." Given the resemblance and the rather blunt line of questioning, it seems unlikely that he isn't.
"Nine years," Scratch repeats, more to himself than anything else as he gazes over the lake.
Nine years of Alan Wake running around helplessly in the Dark Place, nine years of Scratch waiting for Alan to do something to set the Dark Presence free at last.
Time flies when you're having fun.
He's not going to tell everything to Darling. That would be stupid, for one thing, but it's also boring to just give it all up so soon.
"Something like that. It's getting cold out, don't you think?"
He doesn't know where Alan is, only that somehow, whatever plane of existence he might be on currently, he was able to reach out and create the Hiss within the Oldest House. And that is fascinating. Such things are practically unheard of, outside of Northmore. Outside of what Dylan had been capable of.
But best not to ruminate on the past. He's here to discover new things. Things like Scratch, perhaps.
"It is, at that. I'd ask if you were staying nearby, but I don't know that you need to stay anywhere. Do you? Do you feel the cold, does it bother you? Do you need warmth?"
Particularly here, where Alan is so prevalent. Though the idea always was to take over as the writer, and maybe one day he'll stage his own triumphant return. For now, though, it's more fun to toy with people. He loves especially teasing Alice Wake, and leaving useless 'coded' messages for that diner waitress.
But when it's all said and done, Scratch can slip back to the Dark Place.
He turns on his heels, walking away from the lake. That ridiculous fake cult will be out roaming the woods soon.
"My body functions the same way as any other human body does."
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"If it's not too impolite to ask, how long have you been here, Scratch?"
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Scratch doesn't really pay attention to the passing of time. He doesn't really need to, honestly.
"I assume you know who I'm talking about."
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"Nine years. Or thereabouts. I assume you're connected to that event, in some way. If not to his disappearance, then to him." Given the resemblance and the rather blunt line of questioning, it seems unlikely that he isn't.
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Nine years of Alan Wake running around helplessly in the Dark Place, nine years of Scratch waiting for Alan to do something to set the Dark Presence free at last.
Time flies when you're having fun.
He's not going to tell everything to Darling. That would be stupid, for one thing, but it's also boring to just give it all up so soon.
"Something like that. It's getting cold out, don't you think?"
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But best not to ruminate on the past. He's here to discover new things. Things like Scratch, perhaps.
"It is, at that. I'd ask if you were staying nearby, but I don't know that you need to stay anywhere. Do you? Do you feel the cold, does it bother you? Do you need warmth?"
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Particularly here, where Alan is so prevalent. Though the idea always was to take over as the writer, and maybe one day he'll stage his own triumphant return. For now, though, it's more fun to toy with people. He loves especially teasing Alice Wake, and leaving useless 'coded' messages for that diner waitress.
But when it's all said and done, Scratch can slip back to the Dark Place.
He turns on his heels, walking away from the lake. That ridiculous fake cult will be out roaming the woods soon.
"My body functions the same way as any other human body does."