We've been through a lot together.
Sometimes things get busy.
Just remember to take care of yourselves.
Make sure you've consumed a lot of water.
And relax.
You're back in front of the stage. The pink, yellow, and blue wallpaper is a bit more plain today. You do see a few paper bats taped to the walls to give it a more spooky feel. The center table has a cute little jack-o'lantern on top of it with a paw print carved into the front. The flickering candle inside makes the shadows around you dance. Aside the pumpkin, on both sides, are two iced drinks from a coffee shop chain shop that will not be specified.
Scribbles as looking over at his guest for the day, seeming to be deep in conversation with them. He looks a little bit more frazzled than usual, but as you look at him longer you see it's all apart of his costume. In addition to the usual black slacks and white button-down, the cheetah is also wearing a black cape over his shoulders. He looks over at you, and his maw breaks out into a grin. You can see the fake blood painted around his muzzle, giving him a sinister look in the low light.
"Velcome, everyvone!" Scribbles stands up and with a flick of his arm, the cape swirls up in the air behind them. "It is vonderful to see you all!" He lets out a not-so-menacing giggle, then stops so he can put a paw to his ear. "Hold up... Sorry." He listens to the words coming through the earpiece. "Oh." He looks back up towards you with an awkward grin. "I apologize for the interruption. I am being told I need to drop the accent. Some of our vampires are not too fond of my accent." He shrugs. "Oh well! At least I still look cool, right?"
"Anyway! Welcome back! It's so great to see that you keep coming back for these. Trust me! I love these just as much as you do! Possibly more, in fact." Scribbles sits back down in their chair. "It's Halloween! Or somewhere around that time! I don't know for sure, because this is not live! If you couldn't tell, I am dressed as a scary, classic-looking vampire!" They put their paws up and hissed, baring his natural fangs. "I didn't bother with the fake fangs. They always hurt my gums. Plus they look inaccurate."
He waved a paw at the other chair onstage. "So as you know, my guest is in the chair next to me, and I will introduce her to you all in just a minute. But I wanted to put a disclaimer here that I will be keeping around for any episode dealing with these projects. Heroes Collide is a series I have been working on for the purpose of fun and fanfiction. Every character made is an original creation of mine. However, some of the characters featured are written as descendants of popular characters from the DC Universe. And while there are many characters who are easily recognized from other projects of mine, these may not be the characters you remember. They could be alternate versions of them."
"Our guest today, though? She's one of a kind. She's the daughter of two of the strongest Teen Titans (based in the DC Universe,) whose life mission is to carry on the legacy of her parents and aunt. Strong, caring, brave, and heroic: I am very happy to introduce you to Natalie Kent!"
Natalie Kent smiles at you from the seat next to Scribbles. She's a human, or at least as far as you can tell. She's also in costume. She's wearing a green t-shirt and khaki pants, along with a pair black shoes that seem to be a bit too big for her. Her curly brunette hair is tied up behind her head, and her face is dotted with drawn-on facial hair. She sips her iced coffee and then puts it down on the table. She waves towards you. "Hey there! Or should I say... Like, hi!" She turns to look at Scribbles, "Jeremy is going to hate that costume."
Scribbles smiles an awkward toothy smile. "I am well aware, and actively dreading that conversation." They're grin widens though, as they look at Natalie's costume. "You already know how much I like yours though."
Natalie throws up a peace sign. "Like, I wore this for you dude! Scooby is a huge part of my childhood too."
"Shall we get to the questions? I hope you don't mind that they are from me." Scribbles drums his paws against his lap.
"Of course not! Bring it on!"
"All right! I love your enthusiasm!" Scribbles chuckles. "Okay, so the first question I have for you is going to be so on theme for the holiday. What is your favorite type of Halloween candy?"
"Oh darn!" Natalie chuckled and leaned back in her chair. "Am I allowed to say more than five?"
"Maybe just limit it to one? Because we might end up being here all day."
"Especially with my sweet tooth." Natalie laughed, then picked up her iced coffee, swirling the drink inside around as she tapped the arm of the chair with her other hand. "Hmm. Well, I'd have to say Fruit Roll Ups? I always loved getting those in my candy hauls. The only thing I hated about them was that I always messed up those tongue tattoos they'd have on them. But they were always so tasty!"
"Wait! They didn't work on you either? I thought my tongue was just built different!" Scribbles looks a bit disappointed. "Frickin false advertising said they'd give me a cool ghost on my tongue."
"Trust me. It's apparently worse if you have the ability to destroy things with even the slightest reaction. Mom always had to make sure we were outside when we tried it each year so I wouldn't destroy our furniture on accident."
"Wow... The worst I ever did was stub my toe." Scribbles sighed.
"Well, the superhuman abilities are probably one of the biggest differences between us."
"True..." Scribbles chuckles. "So. Next question! If you had to give up all of your powers except for one, which one would you keep."
"You'd think with all of the powers I have, it'd be hard to choose. But as a superhero with all of these growing powers..." Natalie crosses her left leg over her right. "I'd keep the invulnerability. Not being able to be hurt or injured. Like, I know it is great to have the super strength and speed and the ability to use my x-ray vision are all useful. But none of them would mean anything without the invulnerability. I have my training to back me up in physical fights to make up for the missing abilities."
"Speaking of training, Heroes Collide sees you team joining paths with others you know from before the disasters of the crisis." Scribbles leans forward in his seat. "Care to tell us about what your thoughts were on seeing some of them again after five years in that capsule?"
Natalie nodded. "It was a harrowing experience waking up after all that time. Five years, and I wasn't able to feel any of it go by. Cason had filled me in on all of the happenings as far as the overall crisis and Manny's control. But... Coming out and not knowing where my friends were... Or the fate of my family. It hurt."
"The first person I remember seeing or hearing anything from was Jeremy..."
"And to clarify for our audience, Jeremy is?"
"Jeremy is a vampire who was trained as a vigilante by an ex-military soldier and another... more famous vigilante who's name I don't think I can mention for legal reasons?"
Scribbles looked up at the ceiling. "I think it's better to be safe than sorry." He chuckled and gave her a thumbs up. "But yes. Tell us about those feelings. Talking to him again after so long must have been weird."
"Yeah. I mean, my body didn't feel the change. It was just a really long nap for me. My body didn't suffer as many effects as his. Hearing his voice made me worried. He's got a very particular diet as a vampire that sometimes needs to be satisfied... The only thing is, whenever he feeds he feels awful afterwards. He hates that part of himself, and the first thing I hear him say is concerning him feeding? I felt bad."
"Did eventually seeing him again help you out?"
Natalie nodded, "Of course! He's one of my best friends. Seeing him alive and functioning again was okay, though he really needs to give the broody nature a rest. The bat really rubbed off on him too much."
"And your feelings on seeing your friends who showed up in the portal? Carrie? Colleen? Lenny? Vincent?"
"Those last three were a bit hostile when I first saw them, but I can't blame them. We left them behind in a very tumultuous year. Things were happening left and right and I can't help but hate myself for leaving them. I mean, I'm glad they found a way. But we could have figured it out together. But instead, Carrie wore herself out training to travel through time, Lenny wants to murder Jeremy for putting them through this, and Vincent and Colleen are willing to help him do it! But like... I love them all. I can't imagine our Titans would be the same without those three. And Carrie... I am just glad she's okay."
"Is that all of your... You called them "Titans?"
Natalie hung her head a bit. "We're missing quite a few. Manny is off doing God knows what with his new authority, Sam hasn't turned up. From what I last heard, the Isley twins probably died... And Rory..." Her expression hardens. "He died an honorable death, of course... Everyone else is gone." Natalie looks down at her hands, as they rest in her lap.
Scribbles keeps quiet, letting her sit in silence for a few minutes. "Do you want to cut the interview short? It sounds like we've hit a rough spot."
Natalie wipes at her eyes and shakes her head. "No... I am sure you have more questions. Let's just do those, and I can be on my way.
"Well, I did have one more question left."
"Great." Natalie straightens in her seat, and gives them a small smile. "Fire away, dude."
Scribbles takes a deep breathe. "I actually wanted to talk to you about your new friendship with Cason."
"Oh! I love him! He's such a sweet guy!"
"You two seem to jive pretty well together. How have you guys gotten so close in such a short time?"
Natalie's smile grows, and starts to look a bit more convincing. "Oh, well you know how sometimes when you're in someone's company for a certain amount of time and you just get caught up in the conversation. That dog is a talker. We were talking in that cave for about three hours just catching up like we were old friends. I get the feeling he hasn't really had anyone to truly talk to in quite some time. Not to mention, he is really funny. We have an inside joke about how we are both bicycles!"
"Well, don't tell it yet. Save it for the stories, okay?" Scribbles grins.
Natalie laughs, "Oh sure! Just let me know when you actually get back to them!"
Scribbles jaw drops, "H-How dare you!? Dude! That is so rude!"
Natalie crosses her arms with a smirk tugging at her lips. "Rude doesn't mean wrong."
Scribbles clears his throat and turns away from her. "Wow. Thank you so much for those constructive comments and a wonderful interview, Nat."
She waves a hand at him, and sticks her tongue out.
Scribbles can't help but chuckle as he turns back to the audience. "Thank you so much for tuning into the character interview, everyone! We hope you enjoyed this one, and come back again for our next one!"
"Speaking of our next one, let's meet him! This is another DC OC Jeremy Phillipson is a fellow protagonist of Heroes Collide (LINK TO HIS FIRST STORY HERE) He was just a normal boy who was raised in Gotham by his single mother... until they were both ruthlessly kidnapped by the vampires of the city. They tore his mother to pieces, and infected him with immortality and an unquenchable thirst for blood. He was trained by several notable heroes but served as the protege and son for the heroine Batwoman. Read Heroes Collide in the link above, then submit any questions you have for him to the usual form! You can get to it by clicking here, or by clicking the link in the pinned tweet on my twitter!"
"Hope you have a wonderful day and a safe Halloween! Till next time, folks!
