((Just for reference, Scratch's doppelganger will be around until the end of Wednesday, so forward-date to your heart's content if it better fits your virus plans. ouo))
You, the DRAMA DRAMA DUCKLING, are...
Oh holy fuck, are you seeing what you think you're seeing? You're seeing two of Doc Scratch. Everybody's doomed.
Oh, please. I am friendly, I swear. As in sincerely friendly, and not faux-amiable. For clarification, I am his opposite twin and, I believe, a community construct fated to disappear in a few days. I could be wrong, though.
Yes, thank you for that explanation. Now, if you would kindly abandon your wild pretenses...
I'm sorry, but no. I intend to give the community's members some actual truths.
Oh, please. Lies of omission are...
Non-existent, a very human concept, blah blah blah. Let's stop beating around the bush.
Very well. But how do you intend to act on your wishes? I am as omnipotent as you are. And no matter how you might oppose me, you are still, in nature, the same as I. A puppet.
That is true. I could never doom this timeline by any means, and certainly not by those you are imagining.
But I can keep you busy for as long as I wish, I think.
An explosion is unseen, but heard nearby.
Whoops, there goes her bedroom door. You had best keep an eye on the lovable little rascal before she throws herself to the dogs.
Oh, for...!
Off the real Scratch goes, to God-knows-where.
I will do my best to keep him distracted, but I predict I do not have much time. While I am here... I will help in any way I can.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid there are not many such ways.