It was hard to tell what about Meche's explanation bothered the Scarecrow the most: what a movie was, or the thought of how the movie he'd taken from town related to him. It seemed the moving picture he'd seen during the experimentation had been some sort of a movie, though it didn't have someone else pretending to be him- it really was his own head he'd been watching, human brain and all.
Something in him churned uncomfortably, his eyes landing on a specific spot on his tray and remaining there for some time. People in movies pretend to be characters? If that was the case, the people on the box weren't actually his friends, but people playing roles. Still, they certainly did look a great deal like Dorothy and the Tin Man and the Lion. The person playing the Scarecrow himself was just as accurate in appearance- the similarity had been simultaneously amazing and frightening. He made a mental note to take another look at the box when he returned to his room, just to be sure.
Another possibility came to mind: what if the people in the movie playing the roles of his friends really were his friends, and the movie was somehow a record of their journey to the Emerald City and defeat of the Wicked Witch of the West. He thought of asking how a movie was created to see if someone could have made one of their travels without them knowing about it, but found he couldn't find his voice for the moment. Instead, he gave an unsure nod of comprehension and shoved a piece of dried bread into his mouth, continuing to listen to the conversation.
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Something in him churned uncomfortably, his eyes landing on a specific spot on his tray and remaining there for some time. People in movies pretend to be characters? If that was the case, the people on the box weren't actually his friends, but people playing roles. Still, they certainly did look a great deal like Dorothy and the Tin Man and the Lion. The person playing the Scarecrow himself was just as accurate in appearance- the similarity had been simultaneously amazing and frightening. He made a mental note to take another look at the box when he returned to his room, just to be sure.
Another possibility came to mind: what if the people in the movie playing the roles of his friends really were his friends, and the movie was somehow a record of their journey to the Emerald City and defeat of the Wicked Witch of the West. He thought of asking how a movie was created to see if someone could have made one of their travels without them knowing about it, but found he couldn't find his voice for the moment. Instead, he gave an unsure nod of comprehension and shoved a piece of dried bread into his mouth, continuing to listen to the conversation.