I was in my bedroom this morning. It was like that (almost) every morning. Mom (or Dad, I couldn't remember) woke me up, left the room, and I get on my tablet. New messages? HECK YES! As soon as I open my browser, I hear my dog barking. Not at the back door, no. It felt like he was barking as if he was closer. I get up reluctantly, as I just woke up. With a small headache, I follow my dog's stupid barking into the living room. Where I see... what? No, these aren't real. They're made up. How is this in my living room? How has my dog not ran into it yet? "Puppy... How did you find this before me?" I pick up my 4-legged piece of dark matter and put him in my arms. I stared at the purple beauty for a moment. Why did it come to me? Where did this lead to? This couldn't be- a portal. A portal in the middle of my living room floor. No wonder the couches are gone. They gone in the hole. Well, at least 2/3 of them. "Where in the dimensions does this lead to?" I knew I couldn't go through it; I had my dog with me and my parents would wonder where he went. And more importantly where I went. So I carried the Flash to the back door to the back yard. He runs out at the speed of light and I walk back to the mysterious portal. Out of curiosity, I stick my head into the portal. "Sign in" with the password for my username, "Crazibot" Filled in. I stick my head out, as I was upside down in the other place. "Is that... Scratch?" It couldn't be Tynker, cause that's old, it couldn't be Roblox, it couldn't be Minecraft, as my username was something different, and it couldn't be Origin, as I haven't needed to log into the Sims 4 for a while. Yep. It is Scratch. I stick my legs into the portal and land kinda hard on the ground. With the username and password already filled out, I hit Sign in. Next thing you know, I see a nice white room. Many people like @huntedskelly and @-BoyMcBoy- were around. Some of the most popular Scratchers. They had a lot of people around them. Especially @griffpatch. Scratch Cat (Who I think is cloned) came up to me and said, "Hello @Crazibot! It seems you found the new hangout!" I nodded as the orange cat spoke. "Here, let me help you out." Scratch Cat pointed at my wrist, which had a new orange wristband. "Use the wristband to help you get around. You can use it to track your stats, messages, account, and even use it to get around, as this place is massive. The rest is easy to figure out for someone your age. If you ever need help, just open the Editor!" The coding cat fades away into what I think the project editor. The new wristband project a hologram and I was met to the home page. What the thing displayed was interesting. One third of the screen had my stats (According to ScratchStats, of course) and the other two thirds had my profile page. Me being me, I click my profile, which leads me to a special spot in the hangout. My profile. I looked around. Geez, barely anyone was by. Glancing over at the people I follow, I scroll though them very quickly. I could guess everyone's account status: @CattyCodes - Lockdown-ish thing. @EaglesKC5 - Dead, useless account. @Agustin9856 - Planning to make something before he leaves forever. @tcssr_vivianz - Active @LalaDragon - Active, Just like usual. XD @nunukk - Active? And so on so forth. It was odd that it'd start with the people I first followed, but since I didn't follow many Scratchers, I didn't really mind. Randomly on my wristband was a "DING". "What the heck?" It was my messages. There were about 7 piled up. Of course, I check them like any normal scratcher would do. "Never mind, it's a bunch of studio activity." I walk over to the people I followed and hit Catty's profile. Of course, it takes about .5 seconds. I glance over to the blue haired girl with a mask on. The mask was blacked out, causing her profile picture to be black as well. Of course, Catty has been in this stage for a while. Though, she seemed to be working on something. No one knew what, all for the hint of a fusion she gave to me. I decided not to bother her, as she's working very hard on something. Plus, she'd speak like Papyrus to me anyway. (In all Caps, I mean.) I jump all the way back to my profile. "Is there anything in the editor I need to work on?" I had six unfinished projects: [Redacted] I fell forward into what should of been the floor, but instead was fluffy clouds. Thanks, Scratch! Many questions ran into my mind, but one stuck out the most. How did these other people get here?
Word Count: 893 I challenge YOU to make your part on how YOU got to the Scratch Hangout! Did you find a mysterious portal in your house? Did your computer eat you alive? Take this Prompt-ish thing and make your story on how you got to the Scratch Hangout. All you got to do is make it so it's not crossing Scratch's Guidelines. Good luck! ;) Also, happy Early Scratchversary for the account @Crazibot! On another note, this is not crossing guidelines itself. It's simply a stupid idea of a universe that Scratch is a Hangout place.
