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Backround1. Scratch Cat’s home, his place of comfort. Well until some child brutally rips a copy of him up to make a new project. Then he has to hop into a different project, over and over. It was a tiring job, though there was a 1% who used him as a tool, which was his only reason to keep going.
He really didn’t wanna do this hell anymore, so of course he went to the Scratch Team.
“He-hey uh Scratch Team c-can you be as kind as to let me retire or at least get paid extra?” Scratch Cat said nicely.
“MAKE ME A FUCKING CHEESECAKE AND GO BACK TO BACKROUND1!!!!” The Scratch Team all said in the same exact time. Dess Holiday was also there for some reason.
“S-sorry guys…”
Scratch Cat went back to backround1, but then got brutally murdered so he had to spawn back into another project. “If only if only there was someone out there…” until Scatch Cat saw something…. A radish. “This must be my sign!” Scratch Cat then sticked the radish in his eye. The scent of the colorly lickiliy sun of the radish made Scratch Cat something he never felt before, hope. Suddenly, a door of a door appeared, of course Scratch Cat opened it. Revealing none other than, a gray cat. Talking Tom.