This is a story that I wrote for my English class. I thought that it might fit the theme of Halloween, so here it is (Look in the Notes and Credits)! *please note that I am too lazy to indent the story since I literally don't want to check the story again. PART TWO: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/751942330/ And yes, I based the main character off the Scratch Mascot Tera.
[Story starts here]: “Hello… Anyone there? Please… Someone…” “What was that?” Tera wondered as she froze in place under the glow of a fluorescent light. It was a long day for her working errands as the owner of the local bakery, and all she wanted was to get home. Before she could decide what to do, a man tumbled out of a nearby alleyway, clutching his stomach and limping on one leg. “Please… help,” he pleaded. Now, it isn’t every day that you randomly see a person walking in the middle of the night, nevertheless calling for help. So Tera did what any person in this town would do. She ran. As she fled, her blue hair swinging behind, the man continuously tried to get her attention back. “N-NO! YOU C-CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE!” he stammered, all to no avail. The next morning, Tera turned on the television while making her breakfast, as usual switching to the only news channel labeled ‘Illegal News’. She was immediately greeted by the BREAKING NEWS theme song, which secured her attention on the TV. “That’s strange. There’s breaking news,” Tera noted, as a reporter walked into the livestream, eyes wet and red. He sobbed, “This morning, we have terrible news. A man has been found in the alleyway by civilians. He has been reported as… deceased,” his voice cracking at the last few words. “Wait what?” Tera exclaimed, almost knocking over her cereal in the process. Meanwhile, the reporter couldn’t hold his emotions anymore. He started to burst into tears, prompting an error to flash on screen, labeling, ‘TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES: PLEASE STAND BY’. At the same time, Tera was starting to remember the strange man. Calling for help. Wounded and limping. Standing in front of an alleyway. “Could this be all my fault?” Tera started to wonder. She looked down at her hands and noticed that they were shaking. “No. This has to be a prank,” she resolved, slamming her fists on the table, “I’ll check this out myself and it’ll be a lie.” Tera turned off the TV and headed towards her front door, pausing in place for a moment before finally opening it. Sheriff Scruff, a rounded man with a hefty beard, stood in front of Tera’s Bakery. He decided against grabbing a quick donut; today’s report was… questionable. “Okay, what’s the status?” he asked one of his colleagues who had recently returned from the crime scene. “This isn’t like anything I’ve seen before,” the officer shivered, “the victim’s torso appears to be mauled apart, like some kind of animal tore at ‘em!” The deputy proceeded to hand out a photo to Sheriff Scruff, and it only took a glance for him to know that this wasn’t any ordinary murder case. He ordered, “Alright, you boys better cover up the situation. I don’t wanna hear any news reporter finding out about this. It may cause panic-” then the sheriff’s eye landed on an all-too familiar van, labeled ‘Illegal News’. As if it was watching him, it drove away and disappeared behind the corner. “Oh boy. We’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” Sheriff Scruff sighed. Not one hour later, Tera arrived at the bakery. Her worries became true as she saw the police tape littered around the area… “Halt!” The unexpected voice caused Tera to jump in shock. Looking around, Sheriff Scruff was right behind her. “This is a crime scene. You aren’t allowed to pass,” he grunted. As Tera opened her mouth to complain, she was interrupted. “Uh uh uh! I know what you are gonna say. And to make that clear…” barked Sheriff Scruff as he pulled out a roll of police tape and spread it over the bakery door. “See? No work allowed.” Tera shook her head in disbelief and began to walk back to her house. On the other hand, Sheriff Scruff gasped and started to grin, as he got in his car. A gang was vibin in an alleyway when the sound of a police siren filled the air, resulting in the dreadful WEE-WOO-WEE-WOO! “Bro, what now?” Joe, a gang member with sleek black hair, growled. This was followed by Frank, another member of the gang, who muttered with clenched fists, “Bill, don’t tell me you stole another donut dude…” A yell suddenly arose from the gang leader, Bill, who was wearing a red checkered cap. “STOP! Just stop it! I’m tired of hearing your blah blah blah! I DON’T CARE ABOUT IT!” After a few moments of silence, the sound of clapping fills up the air. “Wow. What a nice temper Bill,” Sheriff Scruff sneered as he walked into the alleyway. “What do you want?” Bill huffed. “I’m here to put you in… you know what,” Sheriff Scruff replied, revealing three handcuffs from his pocket. Knowing that resistance was futile, the gang raised their hands in the air and surrendered. Unknowingly to them, as the police car took off from the alleyway, a dark figure spied on the car from the darkness; it leapt in the closest dumpster and waited.
