His glimpse will linger in the back of my mind at every moment as long as I will live. Memories of the happier times, ripped away by dissonance. He was not built for this body.

But he will come back. I will keep having the same dream again. At this point I might just embrace it.

I don't come by very often anymore. My assistant is relaying this message for me. Love each other and be kind.

water ur top 3 flavours of tea???

Black. Chamomile. Hibiscus.

I am but a pure evil invading the kindest of souls. I should not be here - but I cannot escape. I feel as if I am being drained by a parasite.

I feel sickly when I see myself. This isn't what I was supposed to be.

Of course. Anything you can think of is likely available.

I thought I would offer, mainly because there is likely a couple more hours of waiting left for us before this Scratch is able to respond. I am quite used to regular time by now.

Could I serve you a drink, by chance, sir? I'm in no rush.

That is an excellent choice.

I, in fact, encourage you to share this with the Queen, so that she may have an impact in your decision. Unless you have any ulterior motives, that is.

I will not railroad you, of course. Take your time. No pressure, right? Just the clock ticking down to their deaths.

Listen. I will make this brief.
I am a seer. There is a meteor headed towards the royal palace, and it is set to impact on the night that the Queen's precious banquet will be held. I can stop this from occuring. However, you must first trade a member of precious royalty to me for my next conquest.

You had been advised not to speak with me by Her Highness. And why so improper, sir? Haven't you an ounce of etiquette?

This is strictly a business meeting.

I'll leave you with this:
A coin flip doesn't always turn heads or tails.

Doc Scratch

I am back. Apologies for the wait.

Merry Christmas.

You are highly overestimating how long you will survive solely off of spiting your former employer.

You've piqued my interest.

You're being so dramatic.

Speaking of. Would you mind handing it back to me? Unless you deem it essential to your brand, I suppose.

It is an expression of sympathy. Is that uncourteous to you? Would you prefer that one explodes your ice cream cone with their mind?

That piece, you say?

From my side of things, such crude acts would be deemed trivial in the eyes of my employer, as long as it is to remain unseen. Perhaps it is you aren't mentally prepared to explore that opportunity.

An abstract painting of sorts...

Hm.

Why you would wind up here of all places.
I don't take very kindly to alternative versions of myself, but I shall open the little space I have for you here regardless. I am an excellent host, you see.

Curious.

Screenshot of a Strawpage drawing of Doc Scratch. In the corner are the words "skibidi sigma" written in crude handwriting.

Those words in the corner puzzle me, but I appreciate your submission.

It's been a while. Did you miss me?

Get out.

Not again.

Anything can be made real if enough people believe.