In the beginning, there was Scratch. A land where people came together to create works of art, magic, creativeness. The people who had come together to take over the land known as Scratchland were a team, who called themselves... the Scratch Team. With their powers, they crafted cities and villages for the soon-to-be-Scratchers to live in. Scratchland was paradise for the first 10 years, people got along, shared their gifts and talents around, helped each other when needed, and even created the magical Heart and Favorite stones, stones with power sealed inside them. The Scratch Team would often host contests, where a person could show their talent in hopes of it being featured. One day, however, a mysterious man entered the land of Scratchland. He radiated a warm, purple-like aura, he had a small bread, he wore glasses, worst of all...... he had DRUM STICKS. People stared and whispered, wondering what a strange man was doing here. He would rarely go outside from his house, and when he did, it was only to drum for a couple of minutes before disappearing back. The Scratch Team kept a close eye on him, fearing for their people's safety. Finally, the strange man came out, holding a box. Those who saw what had happened next say that it went something like this: He pulled up to the Scratch Teams headquarters, and had shown them a project nothing they've ever seen. The project blew them away, and when it was released to the public.... Oh hoo hoo.... ~ Griffpatch, the man responsible for the amazing projects that soon came out, decided to bring a piece of land from Scratchland, creating his OWN kingdom, more people following him each day. Most of the followers were fans, young children who wanted to Collab or advice. However, as the years went by, more people began using Grifftopia, Griffpatch's land, as a way of uniting with different people. The fans never stopped, no, but the Griffpatchers THRIVED, taking over Grifftopia. The Scratch Team watched as more people began to notice Griffpatch. They saw their united land break, forming new communites. There was the Art community, on one side, the Coding community, on the other, the Voice Acting community there, they were everywhere. It was barely the same anymore, and the Scratch Team desperately tried to bring things together. The Scratch Team soon saw the rise of a new community, almost the same as Grifftopia... But this was different. This community was both better, yet toxic like Grifftopia. It was rather odd. This community carried the name Gaehive, their people, the gaehivians. This community was swarming with gay people who would share their experiences and random thoughts they had with each other. A similar community rose as well, called Girls Who Don't Fit In, or rather, GWDFI. This community consisted of girls, although there were plenty of males in there, who, like Gaehive, would comment either random stuff or personal life events. Unlike Grifftopia, ST knew they didn't have to keep an eye much on these two studios... At least, that's what they thought. ~ "Gasp.... guh...!!!" a snap of a twig echoed, he gasped, fear grasping him. No, no, no, no, no, no!!! Not now, please, no... Silence. Crickets. An owl hooting. The guy slowly crawled out of the cave he was hiding in, panting and gasping hard. He looked around, shuddering. His cloak was long, covering the fact that he was wearing a skirt and thigh highs. He shook some of his hair out of his eyes, his hair messy. He held a paper slip, ready to use it to attack anyone. Little did he know, someone was right behind him... WHACK!!! ~ The dude slowly woke up, feeling sluggish. He glanced around, he noticed he was tied to a chair, bound to it. He tried struggling, no use. "IS AnYONE HERE??" he yelled, grunting. He stopped as soon as he saw movement. Slowly, a tall, dark green horse-man appeared. He low-key looked like Bojack Horseman but green.... and skinny.... and NOT handsome. ☹ ANYWAYS, the horse-man had a jawline, as if he mewed all day. He glared at the tied up guy. "You. What your name." the horse-guy neighed, his pony tail whipping behind him. The messy, totally not straight, dude tied up stared for a moment, before coughing. "Uhmm... Lovely..." He said, trying to free himself. Mr Bojack from Temu walked around him, holding a switchblade. Lovely tried to free himself, struggling. Rip-off Bojack replied with, "skyrn. I mew." "You... Join us." Skyrn said, pausing in front of Lovely. Lovely stopped for a second. Join? Wait... Skyrn.... "Skyrn... YOU'RE ONE OF THE SPAMMERS..." Lovely choked out, wishing he could have his magical paper slip. He noticed Skyrn holding it, not letting it go. Skyrn nodded, leaning against the wall.
"Yes.... We need more spammers. To take down ST. Please.. Join us." He said. Lovely shook his head, as if he would ever join the spammers!! Skyrn's expression darkened. He grasped onto Lovely's magical paper, narrowing his eyes. He snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Lovely heard shuffling. A man with long black hair, sunglasses, and a mustache appeared, knuckles clenched. Another man appeared, this one looked JUST like Gojo... but he was gay looking. This guy's dangerous, he thought, looking at Gojo man. Gojo-dude smirked, winking. He's totally into me, thought Lovely. Suddenly, he sensed it.... It can't be.... They were gone... Only Hexy remained... Lovely thought, freezing. Cause out of nowhere, a tall, shadow of a boykisser appeared. Unlike his friend, Hexerade, however, this boykisser was BIGGER, TOUGHER.... POWERFUL. Oh gosh, thought Lovely, I think I'm cooked.
