Online, she was Scaracas. A weird blend of “Scaramouche” and her online nickname. It stuck like glitter on skin: catchy, a little cringe, kind of hilarious, and honestly pretty unforgettable.
Her Roblox avatar was... not subtle. The messy black hair, the oversized anime-print shirt, and those really UGLY wide glasses. Her friends roasted her constantly, but it was the good kind. The kind that made her laugh so hard they'd screenshot the chat and save it in a folder named "scaracas."
But lately, the jokes didn’t feel as funny. The screenshots of her saying slurs felt like artifacts from a version of her she didn’t fully recognize anymore.
Her therapist brought it up.
“Maybe it’s time to try something new,” she said. “A new name. A fresh start.”
Cas knew what she meant. Scaracas had become a little too tangled with parts of her that hurt. But letting go? That felt like betrayal. Scaracas wasn’t just a name. It was a badge. A joke. A comfort. A digital echo of something more real than she cared to admit.
And then came the hallucination.
She was lying on her bed, phone to her chest, Discord messages pinging in the distance.
And there he was. Scaramouche. Smirking. Wearing that stupid hat. Arms crossed.
“You’re really going to change your username?”
“You’re not even real,” she mumbled.
“Neither are you. Not online.”
Rude.
The hallucination argued with her, taunted her, reminded her how much they’d been through together. Every art she made of Scaramouche, every vent disguised as a meme, every edit she saved of him on Tiktok.... Literally just everything about him.
She sobbed, then she laughed. Then she cried again. And then.. at last. She opened Discord's account settings.
New username: honeyrabbit.
Simple. Cute.. pretty her. A little sad.
When her friends noticed the change a few hours later, the group chat exploded.
“WHO TF IS HONEYRABBIT.”
“WAIT”
“SCARACAS IS DEAD?!”
“rip the goat”
“she would’ve wanted us to be cringe in her honor 🕊️💚💜🕊️”
They mourned. She laughed. It was the kind of laugh that felt like exhaling a ghost.
Scaracas was gone. But Cas... now honeyrabbit. , was still here. A little different. Still not beating the autistic allegations. But maybe, just maybe, a little closer to who she was becoming.
edit: um hi this is an inside joke dont jump cas its her birthday soon