Scrotch: The Series

*Chapter 1*

A white void stretched as far as the eye could see. Within this white void, there was a cat. Not just any cat, but the one and only ScratchCat. His fur was orange, and his smile wide. But that smile was soon to fade, as in the distance, was another cat. Not just any cat. This was Scrotch, the deleted sprite. He looked just like ScratchCat, except uglier. His outline seemed thicker, his face crooked, and as he spoke, ScratchCat ran towards him.

"Heel-o. Am Scrotch, and am gonna take over da world!"

He didn't even glance at the angrily meowing ScratchCat, and waited for him to finish, before pulling out a black object. It almost emitted an eerie yellow glow as it was aimed at ScratchCat.

"Shot op." Remarked Scrotch, pulling the trigger.

A yellow laser shot out from the gun, and a same-coloured message glowed on the barrel's side, reading 'PEW'. ScratchCat collapsed, dead. This was just in time for our hero to appear. His black and green armour contrasted with the white void, and his blonde hair partly came down from his crown. This was Sebek, the Terrarian.

"Ugh, you! I deleted you for a reason..." He spoke. It was him who had unleashed the terrible Scrotch upon this world in the first place. He knew he had to end him before anything else could happen.

"You... You aren't even using your actual voice! Whatever, none of this matters, die!" Scrotch replied in his high-pitched voice. Sebek's voice did indeed sound different than it used to. But he wasn't speaking this way on purpose - it shaped itself differently from the past events that had occurred.
Another laser was blasted from the gun, firing off into the distance. Sebek had evaded the blow, leaping up into the air and suspending himself floating for a while.

Sebek spoke in Japanese, "Omae wa mou, shindeiru."

"Nani?!" was the only way Scrotch could find himself to reply.

Then bam. A shot was fired from Sebek's own gun, named Sebek Beater, the bullet deeply embedding itself within Scrotch's cheek, him barely moving. He looked around hopelessly as pain built up within his body, until he could take no more, and he screamed with such loudness that eventually, he stopped existing altogether.

"Well, now that's over with." Sebek let himself fall to the ground.

"Hmm. Umm. Yeah. We are going to have to find a way to heal this guy..." He said, glancing at the greatly injured ScratchCat.

*Chapter 2*

Our hero carried ScratchCat limply through the white void. He rummaged his mind for ideas.

"I must heal this guy... I should go to a city." He decided.

Twenty hours of long walking had passed, and he had made it, to Color City. The roads were empty, no self-propelled transportation in sight, and all of the buildings were to Sebek's left. Sebek breathed out, feeling relief spread throughout his body. But then, all of his relief was dispelled at once when he noticed that he was still floating in the air. Did he accidentally make himself float again? This was no time for such questions, and as he fell, he screamed. ScratchCat fell from his arms, and when it hit the ground, it rebounded upwards, and was launched up into the air. Sebek could not bring himself to look at the shrinking orange object in the sky, gazing down at the ground in sheer revelation.

"O mai inusarto Japenizu suweringu hiyaru! Ifu hisu korpusu getsu on za rongu handsu tei kuddo teku ovare za warudo! Whyi? I donto knowu, butto za purotto masto kontinyu!" He yelled in Japanese.

"And yes, my voice turns Japanese at random times for dramatic effect." Sebek said to his right, should there be any audio-recording cameras to capture his unintelligable ranting. He was not one to like to come across of as weird, even if it wouldn't matter in the end.

Sebek then proceeds to yeet himself forwards, rotating like a wheel head-first against the ground.

"Yeet exclamation mark exclamation mark exclamation mark exclamation mark."

After a long stretch of yeeting, Sebek finds himself in a large hall. There was a carpet, which was blue, like the ones found at school. A large array of windows lined out the entrance, white daylight illuminating the place behind the columns of which there were some sort of metallic cylinders behind. The wall on the other side had wooden sections and doors, and a notice board. Unbeknownst to others, this was Sebek's secret garage, posing as an abandoned building. In the middle of it all was a white hatchback automobile with a black lower half and pop-up headlights. On the left side of its door was a Japanese decal, pasting out Sebek's own frustrations at getting the decal done on the wrong side. Sebek looked at his possession admiringly, trying to ignore his past error.

"Ah, yes. The Sebekmobile. Let's-a go."

And then he was off. He began yelling in Japanese at the sheer inertia from the car. As he drove past a city, he looked out from the frosted window at the yellow specks that glowed in the night. Night. He brought up the fact that it was suddenly night now into his mind, but thought nothing more of it. The city was called 'Night City' after all.
Sebek had arrived at his destination, declaring that he's here. The room was an outlandish blueish green, with multiple buttons, panels and levers behind a starry scape on the front. Pipes wrapped around by hoses and wires hung from the ceiling, with a sort of generator at the back of the room. Next to the generator was a wrench, oil bottle, and other mechanical tools, laying on top of a desk compartment. And in the middle of it all, was the teleporty boi, Sebek's greatest invention. He was painted black, with a simple purple depiction of a smile on a screen next to his door.

"Okay, we are here at the teleporty boi, we can now teleport to where... hisu korpusu... has landed. Teleporty boi, let's see where he is." Sebek says. The machine does not take kindly to his misgenderment of ScratchCat.

"ScratchCat is non-binary you piece of 'inusarto Japenizu suweringu hiyaru'! Well, their corpse is all the way over there." The teleporty boi says in a voice quite similar to Sebek's but pitched down, almost as if knowing what Sebek was saying earlier.

"Aha, I see... Which is strange considering you just said the most vague way to describe where something is located.. Welp, let's go." Sebek says, leaving the room, forgetting that he came here to be teleported. The teleporty boi watches him depart, without saying any more a word.

*Chapter 3*

Sebek paces around the hotel room he had bought for himself (His spaceship-themed workshop had no comfortable furniture inside). There were no restaurants within Night City, though the hotel itself had an advanced fridge-filling service in which one could buy themselves food, which would be delivered immediately to their fridge. The bed's sheets were dyed black, though they still retained traces of pink, and three pillows of different colours sat on top of it. The walls, which were painted a beige yellow, also were formerly pink. To the left of the bed, a white curtain hung over a single window, and to the right of the bed was a dresser with a mirror fixated to the wall above it. Against the wall was a computer desk with fake wheels on the ends of its legs. Sebek stops.

"Before I set off, there is one problem: I'm very hungry. I know what I need, I need some.. foond! Time to get out of this low quality-recoloured bedroom." He says, acknowledging the shoddy paint job of it all.

As he walked towards the fridge which he had ordered food earlier in, he looks down at his body in panic, as he comes to the realisation that it is missing.

"Wait! Where is my body?!"

"Sorry man, I'll be right over here," says an Italian voice from behind. And with a pop, Sebek's body attaches itself back to his head.

"That is better. Let's see what we got.." Sebek says. His irises shrunk as they laid gaze at the contents of the fridge. "Wait, the only thing we have is Chez! Someone stole everything!"

"T'was I!" Says a familiar, annoying, high-pitched voice. Sebek looks at the ugly orange cat in front of him in anger.

"Yu! Yu aru sumerri! Ando yu aru oruso a.. po heddo!" Sebek spurts out in Japanese.

"Stop speaking that idiot language. Oh wait, sorry, I forgot you always do speak idiot language!" Scrotch says, imagining a pair of sunglasses manifesting over his eyes with a crowd cheering.

"Screw you!" Sebek says, readying his Sebek Beater. He unloads 3 shots into Scrotch. The bullets dig into his flesh for a moment.

Sebek looked closely at Scrotch. There were no bullet holes. In fact, Scrotch showed no signs of being shot in the first place. It was as if the bullets had been expelled out of his body the moment that he was shot.

"You think I'm worried you don't seem to be phased? Well I'm not, die! Fwuh.." Sebek says, and then unloads 10 more shots into Scrotch. But once again, nothing had happened.

"Alright, you're just annoying me now. Ugh. Can you at least give me an explanation on how you have come back to life?" Sebek says in defeat.

"Yeah, sure, why not." Scrotch began. "You see, ScratchCat's dead body had landed directly on top of mine. With its power, I was revived, and now I am stronger than ever!" Scrotch opens his eyes, and finds that Sebek is gone. "Hey! Get back here!"

Sebek was accelerating on the road in the Sebekmobile. He had at least partially heard what Scrotch was saying, and came to the right conclusion.

"This is bad. He has absorbed ScratchCat's power!" He thought out loud. Suddenly, Sebek could hear an engine that couldn't be his own. His eyes drifted towards his mirror, which reflected the image of a red car driving right behind his. Its driver, was Scrotch. "Oh no! He has caught up in his own car!" Sebek gasped.

"Full of energy, eh? But aren't you forgetting something? That's right. I have my gun!" Scrotch says, pulling it out. A laser blasted forth, splitting apart the Sebekmobile's rear left wheel, sparks spraying off of the mangled rim. The chassis groaned, and the vehicle began to swerve.

"No! My wheel!"

"Now, it is time for the finishing blow!" Scrotch laughed, pressing down against the accelerator. The engine roared, slamming the car against the Sebekmobile. Sebek screamed as he lost control. The shrilling screeches of the tyres invaded his head as if they were the only thing he could hear in a silence. But he collected himself, and counter-steered. He had just avoided spinning out. Within him, awoke a fury like many times in the past before.

"I'm mad. This car is rare and cost me £19860 as I definitely didn't steal it from a guy in a tofu store. I won't let you damage it any further! To a scum like you..." He raised his head up and screamed, "I WON'T LOSE!"

Scrotch looked back at him, seeing his recovery. "Lucky little idiot..."

That's when Sebek saw his potential key to victory. At the right side of the road, was a button. On it, was the message "shoot the button to turn off all of the invisible lights", alluding to the invisible lighting system of the road.

"How convenient. I need to shoot that, then I shall pull off the... 'Blind attack'!" He raised the Sebek Beater as he drove past, and fired. He had missed. But then, the bullet redirected itself as Sebek quickly pushed a button near the trigger of his weapon. Sebek gave off a big 'Yes!' as the road got dark in an instant.

"What the hell?! How do I turn on the headlights again?" Scrotch wondered in pure fear. Obviously he had been driving without his headlights on, having forgotten about what he skimmed through in a driving manual just before his pursuit.

His eyes slowly turned to look at his left as he could hear an engine that couldn't be his own. "No, it couldn't be..!"

Sebek twisted the dial to turn on his headlights, and a flash of light blinded Scrotch as the Sebekmobile appeared beside him. Despite the lost wheel, the it kept going, and eventually overtook his car. But that was when Scrotch had began laughing.

"Oh, did you forget, Sebek? This wasn't a race. This was a battle to the death! That's right, I still.. have my gun!"
He pulled the trigger. Sebek could only look behind him as the yellowness enveloped his vision and head.

Sebek wasn't moving. His head was gone, and his blood lay spurted out over his armour and dashboard.

"No.. Not in this city! Anywhere but here!" Sebek's consciousness said. It had found itself searching through a certain part of his mind. "..Oh? What is this memory..?"

Sebek finds himself watching himself standing in front of himself. Except that the other Sebek was devoid of all colour, and his appearance was slightly warping. When the normally-coloured Sebek spoke, it was in a different-sounding voice.

"Who are you? Why do you look like me, but... distorted?"

The greyed-out Sebek responded by looking down at the ground. The room seemed to be underground, with everything made of concrete and a small tunnel on one end. Empty wooden shelves lined the walls. A splashing, reminiscent of sea waves, could be heard from below. Finally, the greyed-out Sebek spoke.

"It doesn't matter..." He said in a whispery, almost robotic voice. "What matters, is what I need you to fulfil... Listen, there are many different versions of you.."

"What is any of that supposed to mean? Tell me, what do you want me to do?" The normal Sebek said, as if he was demanding for the other to get to the point. He was unaware of his tone, however.

"I need YOU, to be the main version of Sebek." The grey Sebek said.

"Uh, okay, but how would that be done..?"

"All of the other versions will all be combined into you. This means you will get their powers, though not all of them... The powers you do not get, you will be able to use in the universes you create."

The normal Sebek recoils in wonder. "What?! I'll be able to create universes?!"

The grey Sebek nods diagonally. "Yes, and no... This place will become the new Core of the Universes... All other universes will branch off of it. You will be able to connect with them through specific.. ways.."

"Ah, okay." The normal Sebek thought about this. "Wait, what about the other Sebeks that will be combined into me? Will they die?"

"If you truly care about them, I'll find a way to put some of their essence into the people from the universes you create.. Their memories will be lost, though will be alive. Unless, of course, they get killed. If you are up for it, then you will soon find out how to do everything. But, please... Don't let this universe... no, the Core of the Universes... get destroyed."

The normal Sebek paused for a moment. "I'll..." He collected himself for a while, before continuing. "I'll do it."

"Excellent. This may hurt.. It will not last long, though. You may forget this until a specific moment arrives... Are you ready? Here I go." The greyed-out Sebek's arm changed itself into a thin, black appendage with two fingers. The two fingers came together and clicked on the saying of "Sebek Snapping Noise".

*Chapter 4*

Now, you probably know about the Neanderthals. You must also know about the dinosaurs. However, I don't know what stories have taught you, but it turns out that dinosaurs are the Neanderthal counterpart to dragons. Dragons can take on a humanoid shape. Any humanoid shape. Including... Terrarians. Anyways, back to where our hero is.

Sebek's lifeless body lay in his wrecked car, his consciousness frantically thinking away.

"I don't want to transform in this city. This city was the very city I was investigating the mystery of - the mystery of why the people within it are so species-ist to dragons... They act so normal, yet once they see a dragon... They immediately make it their first priority to kill it. But now, I am forced to turn INTO, A dragon, in this very city! It's not like they'd be able to kill me, but if there is a low chance, there's still a chance..." Sebek thought hard and hard. But he had built up his resolve. "No, I must do it, right here and now! Perhaps if I defeat Scrotch, their opinions about us could change! Besides, I was told to protect this universe as it's the Core of the Universes or something! I'm doing it! I can't afford not to~!"

With a white flash, Sebek burst forth from his car, splitting it in half.

"Finally. It's been a long time since I've been in this form."

Sebek embraced his newfound limbs in a pair of wings and a tail, but first thought to himself that he should take a good look at himself. He walked up close to a reflective window.

"Ugh! I look ridiculous!" He recoiled in disgust at the black and green, wide, big-eyed creature that was in front of him. "I sure hope I adapt a better-looking appearance soon... Whatever. Appearances don't matter, not when the world is in danger. It is time to defeat Scrotch, once and for all!"

And then a laser came upon him, larger than any before. His ears rang and for a moment he thought he was dead. But the reassuring feeling of no pain made him feel.. disappointed. As the laser faded away, Scrotch came into view, floating above the window (Apparently he didn't know how to fly until now). Upon his face was the look of anger and confusion. And he spoke in his high-pitched voice,

"What the hell? How are you still alive? Why do you remind me of that idiot who doesn't use his real voice?"

Sebek stared at Scrotch with a smug expression upon his draconic face. "Because I was that Terrarian who supposedly deleted you! But you came back, as all villains do... Thanks for coming to me, I expected the opposite, but I guess this makes things easier!"

Scrotch stared blankly without changing his own expression. Was this dragon really Sebek? He might as well be, as he has the same colours as his armour.

Scrotch said, recollecting himself, "Oh, you think you can beat me just because you survived a shot from my trusty laser gun? Ha! That won't be for long!"

"Really? This battle shall..." Sebek began, springing down... "Settle this!" He says, lunging out at Scrotch, who simply moves aside. Sebek lands on the ground, turning around.

"Missed me! You can't withstand it forever!" Scrotch says, firing yet another laser at Sebek. There was no laser hole. Sebek showed no signs of being shot at in the first place.

Sebek said, moreso in confusion at the repetition of the attempt than else, "Oh come on, why would you think it would work if you did it again?"
And then Sebek leapt at Scrotch yet again, missing, but brushing his scales against Scrotch, then disappearing into some buildings.

"Agh, he's really fast! Maybe if I keep firing at him, he'll die! There's a limit to how much force something can take, and these lasers certainly are forceful! They can cut through anything, so why not him?" He says, taking random shots at Sebek's general direction. But he is no longer there.

"Wait, what-" And then Sebek slams Scrotch into the ground.

"Aurgh, why can't I move?!" Scrotch says, laying on his back.

"Oh-ho! To be reduced to such a sight! How about you just die?" Sebek says, and with one pounce and swing of his claws, he slices Scrotch in half. For a moment, he revelled in his victory. Had he finally put and end to Scrotch? This was answered by Scrotch's lower body and upper body coming back together: No, he had not.

"Sike!"

"Wh-What?! You regenerated immediately?" Sebek somewhat knew that it wasn't going to be this easy. It never is in the stories he had seen, but he knew that his own wasn't going to be his last. "Looks like in this battle one of us will have to figure out each other's weakness before the other!"

That last saying had put a thought within Scrotch's mind. Weakness? Does this bozo really have a weakness? Of course he does, there is no such thing as an unkillable being! He was going to find it, and finally be free of problems that would get in the way of his plans!

Sebek had suddenly lunged forwards at Scrotch. But he had anticipated it, taking care not to get too lost in his thoughts. But then he dashed back again, which he avoided narrowly, before suddenly being met with a bladed tail to the face. The blow felt almost.. soft.

"Why did you not hit me full force? That's not going to stop my face from regenerating!"

"That wasn't my goal..." Sebek said, scraping his tail down his face, the wounds closing immediately. "This was!" And with a swing of his tail, Sebek had knocked Scrotch's gun out of his hands. He caught the falling gun in his hind leg.

"Give that back! NOW!" shouted Scrotch.

"Look at that unnatural reaction. That gun must be very important to you. Would be a shame if I.."

"NO! Give that BACK, NOW!"

"Whoops," Sebek said, slamming the gun into the ground, shattering it in two. Scrotch looked wide-eyed at the gun in searing anguish. But then he diverted his attention back to Sebek himself.

"Sebek... You PILE OF MANURE! That gun was the very gun that had brought me back to life after you deleted me! It assume that since it brought me back, it could bring any other thrown-away sprite back, but YOU just had to-!"

"Oh-ho-ho, struck a vain, did I?" Sebek said in victory. No more of Scrotch's kind would be able to come to this world, should what he be saying be true. The idea seems stupid - a gun that brings deleted sprites back? But it was the only explanation he could hold on to, as unlikely as Scrotch coming back is, it was true.

Scrotch screamed, "YES, I will make you pay! We sprites were all supposed to be free, but now there's no hopes for us, is there?! I knew I should have just freed as many of us from the void before fighting you... But that doesn't matter anymore. You do know, when I absorbed ScratchCat's power, I also got its ability! The ability to create scripts!"

Sebek stared at the large object that had just floated beside Scrotch. It was made of multicoloured blocks housing code and variables. In the centre, it said 'Set [Sebek: Health] to (1)', which would activate as soon as a random number between 1 and 50 was 1. Scrotch continued,

"I have a script that I've stored for this exact moment which will put you on the brink of death, unable to do anything but struggle! Then, as you're unable to do anything I find your weakness, whatever it is. Once I do, I will find a way to torture you with it, for as long as you and I live for! Which I assume is FOREVER!"

Sebek's pupils were shrunken, and his eyes half-closed. Then, he began chuckling.

"Why are you laughing? Are you pretending to be sad that this is your end?!"

"No.. I'm laughing because I won!"

"What?! No, you can't just deceive your opponent into thinking they've won only to tear away that win from them! There aren't any circumstances that could make you win! You've lost this, idiot!" Scrotch said in disbelief.

"Oh no no no, Scrotch. Take a closer look at the script.."

"What, you..? You can see it?!"

"Yes, they are perfectly tangible. Did you really think that you were the only one who could change them? You can only summon them! And besides, I had figured that this is how you were regenerating - there is a script somewhere, setting your own health on a loop! Then, why didn't I do anything about it, you may ask? Well.. I did so just for this moment.. Tell me. What do you think I did, when I dashed all the way to the left of the city!?"

A garbled gasp came from Scrotch's throat as the sprite saw himself unable to speak. This was the sign of his defeat! Within the race over dominance and no-selling of each others' attempts at offense, Sebek had won!

"That's right, I tampered with the script! I had the time to make a fake name label! Go right ahead, and peel it off~!" Sebek exclaimed. The thought to turn the script off never arose Scrotch's fear-stricken mind, with the only thing he could do being to comply, and gasp at his own name in place of Sebek's behind the label. And then a slam to the side had flung Scrotch into the ground, before he was pinned down by Sebek.

"LET ME GO, SEBEK!" Scrotch yelled, to no avail.

"No, YOU have lost this! This is all on you! Trust me, this will hurt a LOT, but hey, this is what you get for my Terrarian form!" exclaimed Sebek, as the script suddenly came into effect. With both Scrotch's health being set to 1 and then repeatedly being set to 99999, Scrotch spasmed on the ground in excruciating pain and agony, spouting off meaninglessly that he will kill Sebek. Then, he summons a block, to set his own health to 0, as his health being set to 0 was burned into his mind. Sebek destroys it anyways with a single swipe of his claws, misinterpreting the attempt.

"Trying to kill yourself to escape the consequences of your actions? You truly are dishonourable.. You know, if you want to die that much then instead I'll heal you!" said Sebek. "Now, can you summon a 'stop [other scripts in sprite]' block? And don't think you can get away with having high health - I'll cut you until you're in this state again, and THEN I'll heal you."

Scrotch complied. He had stopped the scripts when he was on 1 health, so there was no need for Sebek to so such thing.

"Here, drink this." Sebek said, pouring less than a spoonful of a healing potion onto Scrotch.

"Hey... If you're going to humiliate me, aren't you going to use more healing than that?!"

"Oh, I'm going to."

"When?!"

"Right now." Sebek was walking away.

"What?! No you're not! Come BACK here!"

"I am. I'm going to heal.. her."

"Her? Who's her?"

"The poor car you caused to crash and made me transform inside of!" said Sebek, using pouring a healing potion into the Sebekmobile's gas tank. The car reforms. Sebek starts the car, switches gear, picks up a brick from a building, and sets it onto the gas pedal, then turns the car around.

The car was coming. Scrotch's damage was still fatal. He couldn't lift a finger, as he watched the car get closer over the bottom of his eyelids. Then, the wheel impacted his face, sending fragments of his own shattered skull into his brain. He tried to scream, but his mouth was only met with tyre and dirt. And then, a silence without sensation fell upon Scrotch.

"Serves you right..." Sebek said, walking up to his corpse. "Welp, I did it. I actually saved the world! Who knows what he could have done?"

Sebek looked at Scrotch's chest. "But first, just so that I feel better..."

He then tore out Scrotch's heart and impaled it on one claw. "Hah, nothing beats tearing out your enemy's heart. Just to make sure they're dead."

Suddenly, the heart glew white, and suddenly, an orange cat appeared forth from it.

Sebek exclaimed, "NANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?! SCRATCHCAT-SAN?!"

ScratchCat's eyes drew towards him. "Yes, it is me, meow. Where am I?" He said in a familiar voice.

"Hold it. You have Scrotch's voice.. how do I know that this is not a trick?" Sebek said in suspicion, though not wishing to draw any conclusions.

"Scrotch, miao? That poorly-drawn version of me that shot me with that laser? Holy CATNIP, is he under that car?! Is he dead?!"

"Uh, yeah.... He absorbed your power and gained your ability of creation of blocks, and became a world threat. I kinda HAD to kill him.. I don't remember how long I was out for, for me to step in, so I don't know how many people he killed. Let's hope it's none..."

"Well that's okay! At least the world is saved!" Sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Do you hear that?"

"Yep."

"The police are here. Let's get out, because we don't want to be questioned for the next 10 hours, and also... there's..." Sebek stared at the ground anxiously. There is... There's something bad... which... is...." He stopped himself.

"I'll talk about it later, let's just get out-" The sirens blared right next to them.

A womanly voice said "FREEZE right now! Or I will literally shoot you!" and a policeman stepped beside Sebek.

"Hah! You sound like a woman!"

A bullet was fired into the side of Sebek's head.

"What the hell! You could have killed me.." Sebek said, not a scratch or dent on his scales.

"That car next to you! Considering your colours, without a doubt, you are the suspect who was speeding without his lights on, and caused the deaths of two AI-controlled cars and a helicopter!" This had indeed happened before this all, just before Sebek met the grey version of himself.

"Only the helicopter seemed to be an actually SENTIENT AI." Sebek stated.

"Silence.. That's not all that you've done! You have caused MULTIPLE car crashes thanks to your little stunt when you were chased by that red car!"

"That is literally whoever made this place's fault! Seriously though, a button that makes EVERYTHING GO DARK? Besides, THEY DIDN'T HAVE THEIR LIGHTS ON. I am BARELY at fault here."

"Silence. That is nothing compared to your biggest crime." The policeman's eyes flashed red. "We KNEW it! We KNEW you were not a human! By this you have betrayed the concept of life itself! This goes for both of you! Only humans can be sapient! We have evolved for over 6 million years to be the most intelligent species, yet YOU ALL COME IN and disrupt the flow!" said the pale-skinned, woman-voiced policeman.

"Yeah, you really don't look like a human. With the unfitting voice, the white skin... Not to be racist! .. Even though YOU are being racist... well, species-ist. What's your name?" He took one look at his identification card and decided not to use his name. His name, unironically, was "Police Guy". What makes you be such a messed up person? I literally just saved the world, believe it or not. Besides, if any normal person saw some other sapient creature on their planet, they'd-"

"SILENCE! You betrayed it EVEN FURTHER MY BEING NATURALLY RESISTANT TO GUNS, THE ULTIMATE WEAPON OF HUMANITY!" At this point, Sebek had given up all hope. This man was beyond all saving and reckoning. He was insane, even. He thought about what could have made him this way. He had an idea.

"Okay, you REALLY aren't acting normal. Why are you so obsessed with guns? And about the resistant to gun thing, Wait until you hear about bears, orcas, and crocodiles to an extent."

"SILENCE, THEY'RE JUST WILD ANIMALS-"

"Honestly, what is actually wrong with you? A normal human wouldn't act this way."

"YOU..! YOUR species are actually capable of forming civilisation. This means you are superior to us in every way! Your existence cannot be tolerated!" His eyes flashed red again, and Sebek noticed the grip on his gun tightening.

"He's going to attack! Crap! Get under me, ScratchCat!" Sebek said, jumping up on ScratchCat.

"What? Agh!"

Bullets began being rapidly shot at the two of them, shots ricocheting off of Sebek's leg.

"Is that a real gun?" ScratchCat said, mortified.

"What do you think?! He must be trying to eventually hit me in an unscaled area. Does he ever run out of ammo? It's just like in the movies..."

"Hold it!" said a familiar low-pitched voice.

"What?!" The police guy stopped firing and looked back.

"You will have to get through us first!" said a familiar Italian voice.

"You guys?" Sebek said excitedly.

"Sebek? Are you that dragon? Wow.." Said the Teleporty Boi.

"Yes, this is his real form. He got his Terrarian form a while back." Said Sebek's Terrarian body.

And then suddenly, a shot was fired, directly into his chest.

"Oh miei diamine! How can this be possible?! I was wearing Vortex Armour.."

"No! Body! Um... It's because Terraria logic doesn't apply here! That gun isn't technically a 'Handgun', and thus is strong enough to break through Luminite! And.. wait, no, it's still metal.. This gun isn't a normal gun! Judging by what he said earlier, it must have been designed powerful enough to break through simple dragon scales!" Sebek said. Thankfully, his scales were no ordinary ones.

"Oh.. Well, I'd like to say this before I die. I have a spell on your head so I can always find it. It should always work, even if your head is completely destroyed, or in an unreachable dimension... But recently, it has stopped working. Whatever has destroyed your head has erased it from existence. I hate to say this, but you may never get it back again..." He then went limp. "bleh."

The Teleporty Boi looked over at him. "No.. Hang in there you big fool! Don't die on us! Sebek still has some healing potions!" No response came from the body. "Please, at least, we need to learn why the heck you speak Italian! You've never even been to Italy! Quickly! Tell us! .. Huh? ... He's.... dead."

He turned to the policeman. "YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!" He moved towards him and began teleporting him around himself. "See! I really CAN teleport things! I'm not useless! So, this is your chance to get out of here, Sebek!"

"My goodness, why didn't I think of that? Anyways, that Police Officer isn't actually evil, he's probably just possessed. That's the only explanation. So don't kill him." He grabbed the sebekmobile and pulled it towards him.

"Meow? We'll use that? Can't you fly?"

"It's complicated. I need to fall a long distance first. Otherwise I can just kinda glide."

"How will you fit in the car though?"

"Like this."

With a white flash of light, Sebek was suddenly smaller.

"Miaw, how did you do that?"

"Confusion will be my epitaph." It just works.

They both stepped inside and sat down. ScratchCat pulled his seatbelt on. "Seb, isn't that neck position uncomfortable?"

"Very," said Sebek, who had to hunch his neck down to fit in.

Outside, the Teleporty boy.. was defeated. He lay tipped over on his side, several bullets holes in his front. His screen face was dimmed, and displayed cross eyes.
"Take that you dumb, big automation! ... What the?!"

"Are you seriously going to hit yet another person with a car?!"

"Yep," said Sebek, pushing the break and steering, and slamming into the policeman with the side of the rear end of the sebekmobile.

"Me-ick! What's your whole obsession with doing that?"

"You see, back from my home planet, as well as the land of Terraria, there weren't any cars." Sebek explained. "And what can I say? The feeling of slamming a fast-moving metal box weighing more than 1000kg into someone..." He leaned back into his chair. "It's to die for.." He looked at ScratchCat. "..Not really. There are things better. It's just that, perhaps trying new things just feels good. And I, of course, haven't killed him. He's just possessed. Since he got slammed by the rear end, I assume he can get away with a broken rib or two, or a sprained elbow. Or something. Yeah, I only know basic human biology, whatever. Let's just get out of here before the rest of the police arrive."

And they did. Sebek stepped onto the pedal of the sebekmobile and drove out of there. ScratchCat was being indecisive whether to trust Sebek. He had done some rather unpleasant things after all. But eventually it chose to shrug it off, he's still most likely a good guy.

"ScratchCat, from what I can tell, you probably can't create blocks yet, right?" He asked.

"No, sadly. But I do hope I get that power back. Where are we going?"

"To an old friend of mine. He'll know what to do for the both of us."

After this, they didn't speak for a while. Sebek had looked onwards, lost in thought. 'That guy that looked like me.. I remember him. He looked like a black and white, distorted version of my Terrarian form. There was something about what he did... Just what was it again? Wait, I remember.' He visualised the appearance of his black and white version self. 'He snapped his fingers and said "Sebek Snapping Noise". What if I need to do that to create universes? I suppose now is a good time to do it. Even if the police gain track of us, this won't take long. I'll come back to them later. Right, so I will focus on three universes I want to create...'

He thought for what he felt was long and hard, and had decided upon three things.

'Got it, now...' He raised his dewclaw, the equivalent of a thumb, and brought it upon his other claws, and uttered quietly whereas ScratchCat couldn't hear him. "Sebek Snapping Noise."

In the midst of this, his black and white self really did appear before him, shouting out, "No! Stop! Your dragon form won't-" But it was too late. Sebek had snapped his fingers. Within that, the worlds were secretly spiralling into chaos.