Chapter Text
Scythe's POV (Current Day in the Phighting Universe)
[As with all my stories, none of this writing is final and it is subject to change frequently!]
Scythe was face-to-face with the gray-toned colors of a security camera paired with white words that read:
'As a parent looking for their missing child, time is a delicate matter. Click the clock to advance time.'
Scythe sighed to herself, "Well darn... Ah have a kid? When'd that happen? Shit, Grapplin' Hook... Did we get drunk or somethin'? Wait- the Scorch... Damn it. Guess Ah got a kiddo now, of course."
She scanned the security camera's view, which appeared to be an office of sorts occupied by a few metal chairs and a wood surface desk. It seemed like it was up to her and her only now. In the far right corner of the screen, a green, square clock with rounded sides and two small, simplistic eyes, was placed. Scythe realized this was barely the surface of whatever she'd gotten herself into. She gave the cartoony clock a tap, which was followed by a hollow tock sound.