Chekhov's Gun Challenge: The Red Scarf

[Falcon]

Chekhov's Gun Challenge, Cyan

Chekhov's Gun is a writing trope used to mean that a seemingly insignificant object has turned out to be important to the plot. For example, that rifle on the wall the main character spots on the third page turns out to be the murder weapon in chapter fifteen.

Any little thing can help you further your plot.

To Participate: I will give you an insignificant object and the setting in which it is first seen. Then you post a way in which that object could be used to further the plot.

example

Item and Setting Given: A stick brought back by the dog.

Way in which it can be used:
First mention of object - Peter's dog is always bringing back sticks. Peter has a habit of letting them collect by his front poach.

The object becomes important when - One day while running from a band of trolls, Peter and his friends try to take refuge behind his house. Looking for something to throw at the trolls to distract them, one of the characters picks up the stick Peter's dog brought back earlier and . . . ZAP! that stick was actually the missing magic wand belonging to the Good Fairy. Now the trolls are all made of stone and if they can get the fairy back her wand maybe she can help them find the lost prince and save the day!

The Item and Setting:
A red scarf, Draped over a living room chair​

 

[guygombaa]

((Ooooh do I love a good Chekov's gun! But nothing beats the Winchester from Shaun of the Dead!))
As Sharron raced around her house, trying her best to run from this crazed man with an axe, she realised he had removed everything she could use against him. Every knife, every blunt object she could lift, even the chair where the scarf had bee- The scarf. He hadn't removed the scarf. She grabbed it, raced around the corner, and as he followed her, cooing and calling out, she leaped into action, wrapping it around his throat, throwing him to the ground and choking the life out of him, blood spurting from his lips as the life drained from his eyes.

 

[Ziguldo]

Jake was very confused. What could his beloved item that would protect him from the Cult of the Deceased be? As far as he knew, they was honestly nothing here that he could use in order to stop them from converting him; into one of those sick monsters he had just barely escaped before. Jake notices his scarf, he had had it for a while, and for some odd reason, he always got an odd sense of protection when he wore it. It used to belong to his deceased brother, but he figured now wasn't the time to be thinking about him. He took the scarf from the chair, and put it on. Nigh instantaneously, he felt a great joy wash over him, he had always kept it as a way to never forget his brother. Then, it suddenly dawned upon him, could this be his beloved item he was sent to retrieve by LABE? It must be. This was the only item he felt he had an emotional connection to. "Yes," he thought "this has to be it." with each second that passed he found himself growing much more confident with this. He was ready for them now, they would not be able to face him. He could now safely traverse the forest without that malevolent bastard and his victims to stop him.