Scrap finally got his order. A nice, calming cup of warm tea and some cookies. It took a while for the barista to get it ready, but at least she didn’t forget this time. The mutt walked back to his seat, outside the cafe. The day was cloudy, but not too bad. There was a nice breeze that ran through his fur. Others furs sat around and enjoyed their time outside. He reached down to grab his cup of tea when suddenly he slapped his chipped ear. A sudden pitch was rising in his ear as if someone was blowing into a dog whistle.
“Argh.. No way.” he muttered. He reached into his bag and pulled out his journal. The clock emblem on the front cover started to tick. The hands started to move. It was then Scrap realized an entry had just been activated.
“Tch… man… not again…” He muttered and opened the journal. Magical energy suddenly burst out. It swirled around Scrap and surged at him with a strange eerie feeling. Though dealing with these entries everyday, Scrap wasn’t amused. “I can’t even enjoy my tea…”

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Scrap belongs to me  Scrapbook
Art piece was done by  InsanySage