Once there was a living scarecrow. He protected his campsite From humans. Monsters or animals were welcome there. He Really hated humans he said that they always damaged his campsite. He wouldn't hurt them He would just scare them away. Once he say a bunch of little kids running around his campsite. He went over to scare them but he had already scared them before so they weren't afraid. He lost it and started killing people. He didn't even want monsters or animals there now. One day a bunch of people came to his campsite with torches. They claimed that they're children went missing there. They started burning his cabins down. He didn't want to spare anybody now. He started going on a rampage. He even Hurt a little demon Child It was an SCP It gave him a virus. The scarecrow didn't feel sorry for anybody now. He felt good after each kill. If he had seen a human he would hunt them down. One night Somebody ran up behind him and put a Needle in him That made him fall asleep. He woke up in a cage with a bunch of people around everybody seemed Mad and scarecrow was confused. Somebody from the distance yelled. " Release The spikes! " Now scarecrow was nervous. He saw spikes coming from the walls of the cage. He screeched and yelled for help. " Nobody Came. "  He knew he couldn't get out of this he knew it was the end of his journey. When the spikes closed in and killed him a bunch of crows popped out of the cage and they start biting people. When all the crows died the world was back. To a peaceful and normal world. All that was left of scarecrow was his head. His body and limbs had exploded. The end.