Scooter 9.4 - Atlantis Underwater

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Hello ghoulies. Welcome back to the Scooters. I know I am the only one reading these lol but I just realised that I had the wrong generation on all the Gen 9 banners so far. I went back and fixed them because I could not bear the thought. Anyway! Let's dive into the climax of the Scootfam saga.

 

In Tartosa, the day of the Thurston-Scooter wedding...

(AC blasting at highest speed; heavy curtains rattling...)

Kaleb; ...

Natasha, knocking at the door: Kaleb? Kaleb are you there?

Kaleb: Who's it?

Natasha: It's Tasha. Everyone's looking for you! You're due at the beach in an hour!

Kaleb: Ugh. Come in.

(Door unlatching)

Kaleb: Ugh. I don't want to be there.

Natasha: (sniffs) Kaleb! Holy shit, were you smoking in here? It smells like a fucking skunk!

Kaleb: Can't do it outside. Illegal.

Natasha: Well you definitely can't do it in here, dumbass. Kaleb...your wife-to-be is waiting for you. Your mother. Everything we've been working for. Come on...

Kaleb: Fuck it. Don't want to be there.

Natasha: Kaleb. You are acting so immature right now. You have to face it.

Kaleb: Face what? The fact that we're terrible for each other? The fact that I'm awful to her and she's awful to me, and it's a vicious terrible cycle I can't get out of? The fact that she hates my family and I hate hers? We're--we're not right for each other! We're just trapped! And now we're...now we're supposed to be married. Committed for life. I can't think of a worse outcome for both of us.

Natasha: ...

Kaleb: I'm sorry. That wasn't...that wasn't your fault.

Natasha: (inhales) Kaleb. Please. You need to pull yourself together.

Kaleb: Tasha, I'm trying. I'm fucking trying. I--I can't go out there and ruin both our lives like this.

Natasha: You don't think you'd be ruining her life by leaving her at the altar on her wedding day with your tens of thousands of viewers watching on livestream? (sigh) I'm sympathising as best as I can, Kaleb, but I have to think of Jaesha too!

Kaleb: God, Jaesha...what a terrible way we've come...

Natasha: I don't see a way out of this now, Kaleb. I'm sorry. I really don't.

Kaleb: I guess we can always divorce later...

Natasha: God, I'm really sorry, Kaleb. But we need to get you out there.

Kaleb: Will you run away with me?

Natasha: ...Kaleb. That is not funny.

Kaleb: Ma said no. You didn't say no, though.

Natasha: Kaleb, no! No! That's a terrible, terrible idea. I'm not doing that to Jaesha.

Kaleb: Whaddya care. She hates you anyway. She hates everything.

Natasha: (wince) Yeah, she hates me enough. She doesn't need to hate me more. Now come on. Put on your suit and get out there. I'll...I'll clean.

Meanwhile, at a different suite in a different hotel in Tartosa...

Jaesha: (stressed-out muttering)

Jo Thurston/Lia Shen: ...

Jaesha: (muttering continues)

Jo: Sis, you are stressing me out, damn! Why don't you get a drink of water? It'll be okay!

Jaesha, aside: I don't need any fucking water, Jo! I need the fucking makeup team to come back with my wig or I'm really going to lose it!

Jo: Well, it's your day! The bride is always fashionably late anyway.

Jaesha: It'll take me an hour to get that damn wig on, and we're already half an hour late! I'm stressing out, I swear to god...

Jo, whispering: Lia, you got anything?

Lia: Well, weed is illegal in Tartosa, but I snuck some in my shoe.

Jo: Lia, what the fuck.

Jaesha: You are smoking dick if you think I'm lighting up your damn shoe weed, Lia.

Lia: Alright, more for me then. I'm just saying, it'd help. Anything would help right now.

Jaesha: I can't fucking do this! I can't! (pained noise) I'm calling it off!

Jo/Lia, aside: No, don't do that!

Jaesha: I am fucking serious! I am completely serious!

Raymond, from outside: The hell's going on in here?

Raymond: Why is it every time there's some shrill-ass screaming, it's coming out of you, Jaesha?

Jo, aside: Don't play with her right now, man. She's already stressed.

Jaesha: Ray, seriously, I'm going to snap. I'm going to cry. I have to call off this wedding. I can't do this.

Raymond: Are you...serious right now.

Raymond: You had almost five months to decide if you were going to go through with this shit or not, and you choose the hour of your wedding to back out with your tail between your legs? You're stupid. You're so much stupider than I thought.

Jo, aside: Watch what you say, asshole.

Raymond: Don't you fucking interrupt me. Whose fucking dime did you fly here on? And you, Jaesha. If you don't get out there and see this wedding through, your flights back to America will be cancelled. I am not joking with you right now. You piss me off so much.

Jaesha, tearing up: Fine! Ray! Please. Just...just don't...

Raymond: Get divorced later or something, I do not give one fuck. You will finish what you started. Do not take this shit lightly.

Tartosa - Thirty minutes to the Thurston-Scooter wedding...

Kaleb: Ma...

Fayrouz: Kaleb...my dear...Natasha told me everything.

Kaleb: And? She's mad at me. She thinks I've gone nuts.

Fayrouz: She's not mad at you, Kaleb. She's just doing her job. She's meant to see these weddings through. You know that.

Kaleb: I doubt she's had one as awful as mine, though.

Kaleb: It's all my fault. I should've called this off while I had the chance. I never should've agreed to anything. I wish I never met that goddamn agent.

Fayrouz: I know, dear. We can't worry about the past now, though. We have to look to the future.

Kaleb: What future, ma? One where we're both miserable, we hate each other, and our lives are spent acting in front of a camera that we're happy. What a terrible life to live.

Fayrouz: You have many regrets, I know. To be honest, I've never been the biggest fan of Jaesha myself. But, Kaleb, here's the thing...

Fayrouz: You do still love her, right?

Kaleb: Well...yeah, of course. I...I love who she used to be, before all of this. I miss that Jaesha so much. The fame changed her.

Fayrouz: Then in honour of the Jaesha you love, don't leave her at the altar. I just...I feel like that would crush her forever. I would hate to be the woman that was left on the day of her wedding. Kaleb. See this through. Please.

Kaleb: (heavy sigh)

Fayrouz: You might recognise that you aren't right for each other. But at least respect her. There will be other options later.

Kaleb: God, you sound like Natasha.

Fayrouz: Because she was right. Now...let's get down there, sweetheart. Come on.

Natasha: There you are. Fayrouz told me you'd be along soon.

Kaleb: Yeah. Let's get through with it.

Natasha: You've sobered up, then? You smell good now.

Kaleb: Thanks, Tasha. You look beautiful too.

Natasha: (sigh) This isn't a compliment-off. (smiles) Although, thank you.

Kaleb: Yeah. And...I'm sorry, by the way.

Natasha: For what?

Kaleb: How I've been acting. How I asked you to run away with me. That thing I said to you behind the concert hall--all of it. I've been so immature.

Natasha: It's...okay, Kaleb, we don't need to talk about it.

Kaleb: I just wanted to let you know. And anyway...look where not talking about stuff has led me. Ya know?

Natasha: I get it.

Kaleb: I just appreciate you putting up with me.

Natasha: Kaleb, as difficult as you've been, I'm not just putting up with you. You're my friend and I love you. Even if you're a little crazy.

Kaleb: Like you're not.

Natasha: I am the most normal person you'll ever meet. Now come on.

A while later, at the wedding location...

Kaleb: (muttering nervously)
 

Guests: (quiet, restrained muttering)

Kaleb: Alright, Scooter. You got this. You've always got this. You're a Scooter. More than that--you're an Al-Dimashqi. You fucking got this.

Kaleb, aside: (quiet muttering)

Natasha: (deep sigh) He's panicking. Good god, he's panicking. Come on, Kaleb. You got this.

...(tsk) Where's Jaesha? It's been almost an hour already.

Announcer, over speaker: If our honoured guests would all rise, the bride has arrived.

Guests: (gasping)

Fayrouz, under her breath: Finally.

Lia, aside: Oh no...she looks so pissed.

Jo, aside: Because they got the wrong colour wig...!

Lia, aside: Oh shit.

Jo, aside: Damn it! I knew I should've just done it for her but that asshole agent insisted...

Lia, aside: I guess we'll just have to deal...

Kaleb: You look incredible.

Jaesha: I look like fucking shit.

Kaleb, whispering: What's the matter?

Jaesha, just below a slight sob: What's not the matter, Kaleb? Everything's going to shit and the whole world is watching. This day was supposed to be beautiful. I was supposed to be beautiful. It should've all been different.

Kaleb, helplessly: But...you are beautiful.

Jaesha: But I'm not your bride.

Kaleb: Jaesha, don't say that.

Jaesha: But it's the truth. (deep, shuddering sigh) Kaleb...we both know we're doomed. Our channel, this wedding, us...

Kaleb: J--Jaesha...

Jaesha: ...and to think we spent all this money and this stress for some asshole in a bad purple suit to just yell at us and belittle us for years straight. (scoff) That's the worst fucking part.

Announcer: Um...Kaleb and Jaesha? Is everything okay?

Kaleb: Jaesha, what are you saying?

Jaesha: That we need to set each other free. Besides...I know what you really want.

Less than a month ago, behind the concert hall in Del Sol Valley...

Kaleb: Natasha, I'm still in love with you. I never stopped being in love with you. Ever since we were kids...

Natasha: Kaleb...!

Kaleb: I thought I grew up, I thought I moved away from it all, I thought...I thought things would be different! But I don't love Jaesha anymore. Or I do--or I--I don't know! But I can't marry her! Natasha--it's always been you.

Natasha: Kaleb. No. Don't say that.

Kaleb: Sorry, I...

Natasha: I have to go. Please, just...don't contact me.

Kaleb: Wait, Natasha!

...Natasha...!

Announcer: Jaesha? Kaleb?

Kaleb: Jaesha...

Jaesha: Kaleb, I love you. But I'm not your bride, and you're not my groom. And I don't want to poison what we had.

...(bursts out sobbing)

Guests: (concerned chattering)

Kaleb, tearing up: Jaesha, I love you too--I...please, please...please don't cry...please don't be sad...

Jaesha, sobbing: I--I'm not sad. I'm...I'm free. And--and...and you should be too.

Announcer: What is going on...?

Guests: (surprised exclaiming)

Jo, aside: Where is he going?!

Fayrouz: Kaleb! Kaleb! Come back here!

Raymond: No! No! Where the hell are you going?! Scooter!!

Kaleb, panting: Natasha! Run with me! Let's go! Let's get away!

Natasha: K--Kaleb?

Kaleb: Let's run and never look back! We're free! Come on!

Natasha: O--okay! I...I'm coming!

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This was initially supposed to go down differently, but I thought...you know what? Jaesha is not the villain here. Yeah, she might've been awful to Kaleb at points, but he was awful back, no? If anything, Raymond is the true demon in this story. But anyway, so ends the story of Jaesha Thurston and Kaleb Scooter. Could it have ended any other way? Methinks no. I'll see you next time.