Note: written for the Free-For-All-Fic-For-All at the AskTheSquishykins tumblr.

Prompt: "I would like a fan fiction of scarecrow actually hugging the girls out his own free will, and not because he missed them."

This is CATverse, year indeterminate.

Captain's Log, March 22

Today, I was sitting there, minding my own business, just checking the news back home. (Oh, James Spann, I don't care if you don't believe in global warming, you can give me the weather report all night.)

Techie was out somewhere. I don't know, she's on some fitness kick again, so she was probably showing up some chumps at the gym. And Al was in the kitchen. She didn't blow anything up this time.

So I was all alone when Squishy came in. I thought he was just passing through on his way to the lab, so I just said hey and went back to my five day forecast.

The next thing I knew, he was sitting on the couch next to me, and…I don't know, I thought he was trying to strangle me or something, but he just…

Hugged me.

And got up and walked away.

I don't know what's happening, but I'm scared.