[o] - 3 - Doc Scratch [Dreamcast]
The dream started out with static before fading into a clearer picture. The whole thing was jittery and shaky, with small pops of static here and there, like an old VHS reel.
The dream was in the perspective of Doc Scratch, whose eyes acted as the "camera" looking out over a desert. There were endless sands stretching out to the horizon. The sun was emitting heat waves, a bright red dot against a multicolor sky full pinks and blues and greens; even the clouds were an odd hue.
Doc Scratch walked across the desert, following a long trail of tiny footsteps in the sand.
The scene switched with another pop of static, cutting onto a little girl standing in the sand. Her skin was gray and her eyes were yellow; she had short black hair and two candy corn horns sticking up from her head, one curved and the other hooked. A pair of fangs bit into her lower lip nervously as she regarded the "camera".
"What do you mean you're my 'Guardian'?" she asked quietly.
The scene changed again to the little girl looking right up into the "camera", beaming a smile and holding a black, gothic book in her tiny hands. "Read me another story about Rainbow Drinkers! I love stories about them! Pleeeease?" she begged.
The scene cut once more to the little girl curled up and sleeping in a cocoon shaped "bed." Green slime surrounded her and soothed her into a deep slumber. A white hand stretched out and stroked her black hair gently.
"Sweet dreams, Kanaya," Doc Scratch muttered.
The dream faded in a cloud of static.
The dream was in the perspective of Doc Scratch, whose eyes acted as the "camera" looking out over a desert. There were endless sands stretching out to the horizon. The sun was emitting heat waves, a bright red dot against a multicolor sky full pinks and blues and greens; even the clouds were an odd hue.
Doc Scratch walked across the desert, following a long trail of tiny footsteps in the sand.
The scene switched with another pop of static, cutting onto a little girl standing in the sand. Her skin was gray and her eyes were yellow; she had short black hair and two candy corn horns sticking up from her head, one curved and the other hooked. A pair of fangs bit into her lower lip nervously as she regarded the "camera".
"What do you mean you're my 'Guardian'?" she asked quietly.
The scene changed again to the little girl looking right up into the "camera", beaming a smile and holding a black, gothic book in her tiny hands. "Read me another story about Rainbow Drinkers! I love stories about them! Pleeeease?" she begged.
The scene cut once more to the little girl curled up and sleeping in a cocoon shaped "bed." Green slime surrounded her and soothed her into a deep slumber. A white hand stretched out and stroked her black hair gently.
"Sweet dreams, Kanaya," Doc Scratch muttered.
The dream faded in a cloud of static.