"Ack!" Scrap groaned and slapped his ear as the pitch ringed in his ear like an alarm clock. He sat up and rubbed his temple. He gazed and gasped for a second. He wasn't in his room. Heck, he didn't even know what part of town he was in. All around was in. It looked to be the downtown area or maybe some parts of the bad neighbors he tried to avoid. What was he doing here? Why was he here to begin with. He looked around and couldn't believe what was around him. Loads of Burger wrappers and an empty bottle of... he can only assume it is alcohol. He sniffed it and immediately gagged. "What the--" he groaned and immediately felt an upchuck of whatever was in that.

Scrap got up and back away. He grabbed his chest and felt his heart thumping a beat. "Entry... This has got to be an entry!" He coughed and gagged. He looked around, but the journal didn't appear to be anywhere. He waved his arm around, but the journal didn't appear. "What the hell is going on?" Scrap muttered. Suddenly an idea sprung! "Sidor! I need to speak with you!" No answer. "Sid-- ACK!" His head came to a sudden rush of pain. Scrap looked around, spotted a bar in the area and head inside.

He burst through the door. The bartender and other patron looked his way. "You okay, pup?" The barman asked. Scrap opened his mouth, ready to ask where the nearest bathroom was, but something else came. "Don't sweat about me, Mack! The screws up in this noggin are tightening up. Haha... Last night was a killer wasn't." That wasn't his voice. The barman tiled his head. Scrap gulped and cleared his throat. "S-S-Sorry... I mean is--" Something else just clicked.

Scrap rushed and took a seat on the counter. He gave a big smile and smirked at the barman. "Well... Honey Jim..." His voice changed again. Rather it became more feminine and southern. I do believe I'm quite famished. I'm in the mood for a nice tall drank of the best thing you got!" He licked his lips gazed at the barman. Inspecting him from head to toe. "And I ain't talking about no stiffy drink!" Scrap shook his head and slapped his mouth. His face went red. The barman face just froze.

"SORRY!" He mouthed... And raced over to the bathroom. As he grabbed the knob and he suddenly turned around and spoke. "You know I'm actually quite hungry. Do you think you're kitchen can whip up some nice Jalapeno poppers, burgers, or whatever you serve in the fine establishment."

Scrap slapped his mouth again and muttered, "QUIT TALKING!"

"HELL NO! I'M NOT EVEN BUZZED OUT. I STILL HAVE OTHER PLACES TO THRASH! HAHA! GOT TO PARTY OUT WITH THAT BEAR PAL OF YOURS"

"SHUT up!"

"KAA... KAA!"

Scrap shook his head and slammed the door.

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Scrap locked the door and panted. "What the hell is going?"

"What's going on... was that you ruined my chance to score. Sugar." That Feminine voice returned. "Ferin is only out around Holidays. It's time I have more days to have some fun."

"WHAT! WHO the hell are you?"

"Calm down Lil Scrappy doo." The voice from earlier had returned. "This is Pac here. Haha, You're dear uncle Pac."

"I don't have an uncle..."

"Of course you do, I'm everyone's favorite Uncle. But that's beside the point here. Listen do me a favor here, sonny. I have loads of things I want to get done. I had so much fun, you have so many nice friendly folks here in this town--"

"STOP TALKING! What the hell is going on!" Scrap shouted!

"What's going on is that we want out!" A different voice came out. "It's not fair that you get to hog out all the days. While we all just lounge all in your head waiting for you to use that damn book to release us." Scrap shook his head and gained back control.

He grabbed his head and tried to calm himself down. He rubbed his head and told himself. "This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real." He wiped his brawl, with his big bear paw. He gasped and yipped! Jumped up and grabbed his arm. "WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY ARM!"

"CALM DOWN you big pansy. That's just my arm. Now calm down so I can finish." Slowly he saw his arm ripped apart like shreds of paper and reformed into the bear. Scrap's face was going white. Suddenly His other arm grabbed the bear arm. This time it was a dragon's arm.

His left eye changed into a deep glowing purple. "ENOUGH BEAR!"

"That's Right, Ulrik! You're going to scare the pour pup!"

Scrap shook his head, gained back control!. "Sidor... What is going?"

He blinked and the eye returned. "Isn't it obvious Mutt? Your forms seek the use of your body. "

"Whoa... What! Why? I didn't ask for this. I didn't even write an entry."

"Doesn't matter. Too many forms seeking usage." Sidor ended.

"You're damn right! Now, where were we." Ulrik said and continued the bear transformation.

"Hey Stop it!" Ferin said! "I called dibs. Did you not see that barman outside?! " His tail started to shrink. size of a deer's tail.

"HEY, I SAID IT'S MY TURN!" Uncle Pac said. Scrap gazed down and saw his right leg broke apart and changed into a boar's leg.

"KAWW... KAWW! I never get to use him." he kawwed. had no idea who that was, but saw his other leg turned into a what looked to be a chicken, bird or something.

"You beasts... Cease now! I'm in control. I call the shots. I claim this mutts body for my own." Sidor growled and continued the transformation.

Scrap heard a lot more voice arguing with each other. Demanding to use Scrap's body. Ugh... it was giving him a major headache. "Don't I get a say in this!" Scrap shouted.

"NOOOO!" they all answered back. There were a lot of no's.

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