You are a researcher at the FBC, whos been intrigued by this ‘Mr Scratch’ entity ever since he was first captured and stored within the confines of a cage. Everytime you see him, you see some semblance of humanity within him. Everyone thinks you’re insane, but you are determined to see more of what this man is.

One day, you finally get permission to finally speak to the entity outside of the suffocating, darkness fogged enclosure. The other researchers monitor the scene and whisper amongst eachother of how you’re signing a death warrant.

Through the glass that you stand in front of, Scratch approaches with a scowl.

“THE CLICKER..” He growls, his eyes piercing into yours. “I WANT THE CLICKER..”

Its almost as if he seems dazed, desperate, consumed by feral anger for this paranatural item.