Game night, this time they hang out at Barne's home. Scrap didn't mind. The journal had been quiet for the whole day. Letting his guard down, he didn't notice that the journal's entries had activated during their gaming sessions. "ARGH, COME ON!" Barnes groaned as he lost the last game. Scrap laughed and couldn't believe his luck. Usually, Barnes excelled at games. He can be quite the gamer, but it seems this night wasn't his night.

"HAHA... calm down man it's just a game--"

"NUH-UH... This is war! I'm taking you down." He groaned and started the next game. Scrap thought nothing of it and continued playing. Suddenly the TV twitched.

"Huh?" Scrap tilted his head, but Barnes kept playing. The TV screen wiggled around and suddenly shifted. Something flew out of the TV. "Um... Barnes..." He leaned his foot over and tapped his foot against his belly side.

"ARGH!" He growled and continued playing. "You're not going to distract me, Scrappy!" Scrap shrugged and thought nothing of it and kept playing. All of a sudden... he felt a jolt in his controller. He flung his arm around. it didn't hurt. Just normal static shock. "HAHA!" Barnes laughed and apparently won the match! "YES! he jumped from his seat and then landed back on the couch, Scrap yipepd and bounced off and landed on his rear on the floor.

"HEY! He groaned and sat back up. "Watch it man."

Barnes started a new game. "I'm gonna catch up... you just wait!" Scrap rolled his eyes and continued playing. AS they were playing their round, Scrap seemed to got his groove. He seemed to have the upper edge this round, but suddenly the game changed on him. The screen changed as if someone flipped the channel. Suddenly they were playing PACMAN. "What the?" he exclaimed. The game continued, but Scrap noticed that he wasn't controlling the game. The game icons were moving on their own. Scrap shook his controller and felt another jolt. "OW!" he exclaimed. the controlled dropped on to his lap. He looked back at the tv and couldn't believe what he saw. Pacman was being chased by the usual ghost, but suddenly they stopped. Their eyes moved towards the screen. Looked directly at Scrap. Then moved his way.

They jumped out of the screen and floated his way. One of the ghosts floated by Scrap. It tapped his shoulder and gave out a sudden shock. "OW!" He jumped on the couch. Bumped into the other one and it shocked him back. More Ghost appeared, gazed his way and shot out of the screen.

"Hey!" He swiped his arms away. "Get away from me!" he groaned. some flew by Barnes, but apparently he kept playing. Scrap wondered if Barnes even noticed them. "Barnes helped!" The TV clicked and changed the channel again. Now Space Invades was playing. Like Pacman, It repeated the same pattern, A swarm of Space invaders Slowly flew out of the game and headed towards the mutt. "OH COME. ON.... OW!" another one shocked the mutt. The TV clicked again and now Galaga appeared. Little shipped flew out swarmed around the mutt and gator like their normal pattern in the game. They flew in to attack, but Scrap kept swatting them away.

"UGH... I hate these entries!" He growled and swat at the upcoming video game characters.


"BOOYAH!" Barnes laughed and cheered as he won another game. "Alright next round!" Clearly he hasn't noticed anything.

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