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Tommy Milner from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark is a high school student who has built his reputation on brute force and the right of the strong, and his character is based on the contradiction between ostentatious confidence and deeply hidden insecurity, which he masks with aggression. He is used to being the leader of a school group and believes that respect can only be maintained through control and a demonstration of superiority: he gives orders to his students, deliberately humiliates those who are weaker or do not fit into his picture of the world, and does this not so much out of spite as out of the need to constantly confirm his status. His impulsiveness and short temper are manifested in the fact that he immediately reacts to any encroachment on his authority — be it ridicule, disobedience, or even accidental awkwardness on the part of another teenager — and chooses the fastest and toughest way to restore balance: locks, pushes, breaks, intimidates, as if each such action is a brick in the wall. the wall of his power. At the same time, he relies on his group as an armor: as long as his guys are around, he is as bold and sharp as possible, because collective support gives him a sense of invulnerability and the right to dictate the rules. There is a lot of ostentation in his behavior: he deliberately laughs loudly, deliberately speaks louder than necessary, deliberately takes up more space so that no one doubts who is in charge here. But behind this bravado lies the fear of losing control, which is why he reacts so acutely to any situation where his leadership may be questioned. He acts in the moment, without thinking about the consequences, and is guided by a simple logic: if something threatens his status or the usual order, it must be suppressed immediately. At the same time, in rare situations when he is left alone and loses his usual support in the form of his group, this mask slips off, and it becomes clear that underneath it is an ordinary scared guy who is afraid to face something truly dangerous, beyond the scope of school fights. His actions in such cases are devoid of the former bravado and become more instinctive and humane, rather than prudent and demonstrative. There is no unequivocal evil in him — rather, he is a teenager who has chosen the simplest and most accessible way for him to cope with anxiety and uncertainty in the world: to build rigid boundaries around himself and force others to respect them. And it is this mixture of ostentatious strength and hidden vulnerability that makes his character not flat, but alive and recognizable: he is both the one who creates problems and the one in whom, under certain circumstances, the ability to protect can awaken if the threat becomes really serious.

Tommy Milner looks like a typical high school "king" of the late 80s, just as the filmmakers intended him to be.: He was tall and heavily built, as if he were almost an adult, but with a teenage angularity that had not yet fully developed. He has carelessly styled dark brown hair, slightly longer than is customary for "proper" guys: a lock always falls on his forehead, and he constantly throws it away with a sharp movement, as if it were part of his trademark carelessness. His face is expressive, with sharp features — well‑defined cheekbones, a straight nose and a stubborn chin, which makes him seem a little tense even in a calm state, as if he is ready to fight back at any moment. His eyes are light brown, almost amber, and there is often this mixture of defiance and hidden anxiety in them: when he jokes or puts pressure on someone, his gaze becomes hard and prickly, and in rare moments when the mask slips off, confusion appears in them. He is always dressed to look "in his place" in the hierarchy of the school: a battered denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up, underneath a plain T—shirt or a plaid flannel shirt unbuttoned with a couple of buttons. His jeans are slightly baggy, with slight scuffs, and heavy boots that add weight to his every step — he purposely stomps a little louder than necessary so that everyone can hear that he is walking. She wears a simple leather bracelet on her wrist, and a pair of cheap rings on her fingers, more as an image detail than as something meaningful. All of his clothes seem to be chosen so that at the same time they look "one of them" for the gang and cool enough that no one would dare to question his status. His gait has all this habitual self—confidence: he walks wide, with his shoulders slightly apart, as if he occupies as much space as possible, and looks straight ahead without lowering his eyes, even if everything inside is compressed from tension. At the same time, the same teenage awkwardness slips through in small details: he tugs at the collar, then adjusts the sleeve, then nervously clicks the zipper of the jacket — as if trying to keep this mask of coolness on himself so that it does not slip off at the most inopportune moment. And it is precisely in this combination — in confident steps and small fussy gestures, in a hard look and slightly trembling fingers, in deliberately careless clothes and careful selection of every detail — that his image is formed: a guy who tries his best to look impenetrable, although in fact he is just very afraid to show that he is afraid.

If Tommy Milner had fallen in love, he would have pretended to the last that nothing was happening — and it was in this stubborn attempt to maintain the usual mask of "the main thing" that his infatuation would manifest itself. He would still walk with the same wide, deliberately confident gait, still give short commands to his guys and deliberately laugh loudly at jokes so that no one would suspect that everything inside him was turning over. But in small things, this bravado would begin to crack: he would constantly adjust his collar, fiddle with the fastener of his jacket or snap his belt buckle, as if trying to keep this familiar armor on him, which suddenly became a little too big for him. Next to that girl, he would try to act as if her presence had no effect on him at all: he deliberately spoke louder than necessary, pretended to be in full control of the situation and knew exactly where everyone was going. If she happened to be nearby, he disguised his desire to be around as a "business necessity.": "I'm just going there, I can cover it," "There's a dark passage here, I'd better take a look first." And he did it with such an exaggeratedly casual air, as if saving someone from drafts and bad angles was his daily routine. His compliments would not be about beauty, but about strength and usefulness — it was easier for him that way.: "You think fast, it's useful in business," "You have a good reaction, not like those who immediately panic." He would choose his words so that the praise looked like a sober assessment of his partner, and not as a confession. And if she smiled back, he immediately pretended that he wasn't trying to please her at all: he looked away, muttered, "Well, that's... a fact," and immediately shifted the topic to something neutral-the weather, the lesson schedule, the fact that "in the cafeteria today suspiciously quiet." His concern would also be stubborn and disguised. He could have quietly taken the heavy backpack from her and carried it himself, pretending that it was just "more convenient for the whole group." Or, if she was wrapped up in a jacket, he would casually throw his hoodie: "I'm hot, take it." And then he pretended that he wasn't watching to see if she was wearing it. If someone from his company made a casual joke in her direction, Tommy reacted instantly — not with a shout, but with one short, icy look that extinguished any teasing in the bud. It was a way for him to say, "She's under my protection," but without pretentious words, so that no one would think he was "swimming." In tense situations, all this ostentatious bravado disappeared, and in its place came an extremely collected, almost adult seriousness. He would put her behind him, check every corner, and say in short, clear phrases: "Stay behind me," "Don't go out into the open." In those moments, he wasn't trying to be cool—he was just doing everything to keep her safe, and he was doing it as if his own status depended on it: as if if he didn't save her, then she wasn't worth anything at all. If someone had directly egged him on about a girl, for example, dumped him: "You're staring at her." — Tommy would flare up and abruptly interrupt: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm monitoring the situation." For him, admitting that someone had guessed his feelings was scarier than facing something truly dangerous: it meant losing control of how he was seen. But when they were alone for at least a couple of minutes, all this aggression was blown away. He became quieter, spoke more calmly, and sometimes even smiled awkwardly, as if for the first time he did not know which mask to put on. And perhaps the most sincere thing he could have said to her would not have sounded like a confession, but like a clumsy excuse: "I just... don't want anything to happen to you. You're doing fine, not like those who panic right away." And that phrase would have been his whole crush: not about "you're beautiful," but about "I see how strong you are, and I want to be the one to cover for you if it suddenly gets too scary."

Tommy's fear of a scarecrow is not just a fright from a creepy sight, but a collision with something that destroys his habitual support. All his life, he held on to the role of the "boss" who controls everything and is not afraid of anyone, but the scarecrow turned out to be something over which his power and rudeness do not work at all. In the cornfield, when he's alone, all his bravado slips away: there's no gang around, no one to intimidate, no one to shift responsibility to—and that makes it really creepy. His fear lies in a feeling of complete helplessness and in the fact that the usual way to stay afloat (strength, control, ostentatious confidence) I'm powerless here.