[o] 11th Scratch - Doc Scratch [Accidental Video]
[A very young looking Doc Scratch seems to be in the biodome, having set his communicator down in the grass a little ways away from where he stood, propped up against a rock. Scratch doesn't seem to notice he hit record by accident. It seems his white coat is off as well and he's wearing a green striped dress shirt with suspenders underneath.
The little First Guradian takes a deep breath and exhales several times, nervously, stretching his arms up and down.]
O-okay! L-let's see what I can do!
[His high and tiny voice is shaking, and he himself seems to be trembling all over. He clears his throat and steadies himself, adjusting his bowtie. Teeny bolts of yellow lightening spark all across his body as he gathers his focus.
He then throws out his hands in a rather threatening way, and half a second later, a strong blast of green fire and lightening is emitted from his small body, expanding in all directions. The blast knocks the communicator up and into the air sideways, the camera spinning before landing in the grass quite a ways away.
The scene is catastrophic. Everything in about a one hundred foot radius from Scratch's original position is either smoldering or burning with green fire, which is threatening to spread to every inch of greenery in the biodome. Even one of the trees is quickly being eaten away by Scratch's green fire, turning to ash. All the flowers caught in the blast are history, as well.]
OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!! I CAN FIX THIS!! I-I CAN FIX THIS DON'T WORRY! OH MY GOSH, IS ANYONE HURT??
[Scratch is scrambling around trying to figure out what to do. His short, running figure is occasionally visible on the screen as he runs around in circles trying to put out the flames. Eventually he comes across the communicator, staring into the camera which he realizes had been recording the whole time.]
I... I-I'M SORRY, I CAN FIX THIS!
[Scratch shuts off the feed frantically.]
The little First Guradian takes a deep breath and exhales several times, nervously, stretching his arms up and down.]
O-okay! L-let's see what I can do!
[His high and tiny voice is shaking, and he himself seems to be trembling all over. He clears his throat and steadies himself, adjusting his bowtie. Teeny bolts of yellow lightening spark all across his body as he gathers his focus.
He then throws out his hands in a rather threatening way, and half a second later, a strong blast of green fire and lightening is emitted from his small body, expanding in all directions. The blast knocks the communicator up and into the air sideways, the camera spinning before landing in the grass quite a ways away.
The scene is catastrophic. Everything in about a one hundred foot radius from Scratch's original position is either smoldering or burning with green fire, which is threatening to spread to every inch of greenery in the biodome. Even one of the trees is quickly being eaten away by Scratch's green fire, turning to ash. All the flowers caught in the blast are history, as well.]
OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!! I CAN FIX THIS!! I-I CAN FIX THIS DON'T WORRY! OH MY GOSH, IS ANYONE HURT??
[Scratch is scrambling around trying to figure out what to do. His short, running figure is occasionally visible on the screen as he runs around in circles trying to put out the flames. Eventually he comes across the communicator, staring into the camera which he realizes had been recording the whole time.]
I... I-I'M SORRY, I CAN FIX THIS!
[Scratch shuts off the feed frantically.]