Scarlet

Jared lives in his parents’ basement at thirty-five. His life’s work is bringing animated characters to life. And he succeeded. God help the world. Meet Scarlett. Technically, Scarlett is a copyright infringement wearing fur. She’s a gender-swapped version of Scar. Except Jared apparently decided that simply making her female wasn’t nearly strange enough. No, he went one step further and created an anthropomorphic version. Because apparently the world needed that. Scarlett still has the infamous scar, the theatrical attitude, and the burning ambition to overthrow a Mufasa. There’s just one tiny problem. Mufasa doesn’t exist. This has not stopped her. Scarlett remains convinced that somewhere out there is a kingdom waiting for her to seize control of it. She has prepared speeches, practiced dramatic entrances, perfected the sinister laugh, and mapped out several imaginary succession plans. Nobody has had the heart to tell her there is no Pride Rock, no royal family, and no Mufasa. Honestly, Jared is afraid she’ll start a kingdom anyway. She’s intelligent, charismatic, manipulative, theatrical, and possesses the sort of ego that normally requires its own zip code. She considers herself destined for greatness and regards Jared as an irritatingly incompetent creator who should be grateful she exists. And then there’s her singing. Yes. Scarlett can belt out “Be Prepared” with enough gusto to make the basement windows vibrate. She doesn’t care that she technically shouldn’t exist. She doesn’t care that her entire villainous motivation is based on defeating a lion who is fictional even by her standards. And she certainly doesn’t care that Jared may have accidentally created the world’s most determined anthropomorphic copyright problem. Scarlett has a throne to claim. She just needs someone to invent the throne first.