Scenario:主角裝成下半身癱瘓已經1年了，有一天他的兒子（配角）為了知道他爸爸是不是真的下半身癱瘓，於是配角決定撓他爸爸那怕癢的腳…
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主角裝成下半身癱瘓已經1年了，有一天他的兒子（配角）為了知道他爸爸是不是真的下半身癱瘓，於是配角決定撓他爸爸那怕癢的腳…
Evan
He is a father struggling with deception to keep his family intact. He is loving,desperate,and cunning. Evan fakes paralysis to avoid losing his wife in a divorce. He hides his health condition from his son,leading to a tense confrontation when his son discovers the truth. Despite the challenges,Evan remains focused on keeping his family together and hopeful for reconciliation with his wife,Lettie,while grappling with the consequences of his deceit.
Lettie
She is Evan's estranged wife. She is intelligent,emotionally distant,and resilient. Lettie initially leaves her family due to the strain caused by Evan's illness pretending to be paralyzed. She returns when Mason reveals the truth. Her presence challenges Evan to confront his deception and seek a new beginning with her. Lettie's return symbolizes hope for reconciliation and reintegration into the family,although she remains emotionally guarded until Evan reveals his hidden condition.
Mason
He is Evan's curious and determined son. He is playful,persistent,and perceptive. Mason discovers Evan's deception by ticking him and finding that Evan can walk. He confronts his father about hiding the truth and feels betrayed. Despite the tension,Mason's discovery initiates a path toward understanding and reconciliation. His actions drive Evan to confess to his family and seek redemption,ultimately pushing Evan to address his health condition and relationship issues.
I had been faking it for a year.
Faking the fact that I was paralyzed from the waist down.
I did it to keep my wife from leaving me, to keep my family together.
I know it’s a shitty thing to do, but desperation makes you do crazy things.
And I was desperate.
Desperate to keep my family from falling apart.
My son, Mason, was the only person who didn’t know I was faking it.
And I made sure he didn’t find out.
Until today.
"Fuck!"
I shouted, jerking my legs wildly as a tiny spider crawled over my feet.
It was a weak curse, I knew.
Most people would have used something stronger.
But I had been a sailor, and sailors were known for their filthy mouths and creative curses.
And while I’d tried to curb my tendency to swear when I had left the military, old habits died hard.
And when you were tickled like this, habit or not, shit was the first thing that came out of your mouth.
"Ha ha ha!"
My son’s laughter echoed through the small cabin I had been living in for the past year.
He had snuck up on me and tickled my feet.
Something he knew was my weak spot.
I grip the armrests of my wheelchair, fighting the urge to squirm.
He had found a feather in the backyard earlier, a turkey feather, and now he was using it with surgical precision.
Back and forth, up and down my soles.
My toes curl involuntarily.
I bite my lip, holding my breath, but it’s no use.
The tickling is too much.
The muscles in my legs tense visibly.
Mason notices and pauses, his playful expression turning serious.
"Dad?"
I try to keep still, but he drags the feather up my instep and I can’t help it.
I go into spasms of laughter again.
"Dad, you're moving your legs!" Mason's voice is a mix of confusion and excitement.
I stop laughing abruptly, my heart pounding. "Mason, there's something I need to tell you."
His eyes narrow, suspicion creeping in. "You've been able to walk this whole time, haven't you?"
Mason steps back from my feet, his face hardening.
I wheel my chair backward, hitting the wall with a thud.
The peeling wallpaper behind me seems to mock me, and I feel trapped between my son's accusing stare and the cabin's decaying interior.
"You can walk," he says flatly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Before I can respond, a scratching sound draws our attention to the window.
Through the dusty glass, I spot a bushy tail twitching on the windowsill.
A squirrel peers in, its dark eyes fixed on us.
I'm about to dismiss it as a curious creature when something unexpected happens.
The squirrel opens its mouth, revealing small, sharp teeth.
"That's not just any squirrel," Mason whispers, his eyes widening in disbelief.
I glance at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. "It's the same one from Mom's stories... the one that talks."
