In this episode of Coast to coast, Daphne has decorated the studio black, everything is black, the chairs, the table, the rug, even the wall- of course it isn't a wall, it's made from thin wood to LOOK like a wall, you know coz it's really a studio. Actually, no, let me explain, lately, Daphne's been a little… experimental with her style. Daphne is wearing a black hoodie, with devil horns attached to the hood, she's wearing a thick amount of eye liner around her eyes and black nail varnish. She sat curled up in a chair, listening to heavy rock metal on her ipod.
Daphne: Hi. Welcome to the bleak world of mine… I'm so alone… in this lonesome world of nothingness…
Fred: Erm… Daphne? We're right here.
Daphne: …
Velma: Hey Daphne? You alright?
Daphne: Am I alright? (She pulls out her ear-phones, and takes out a piece of paper in her pocket.) I'm going to read you a poem to explain my inner pain.
Shaggy: Oh no! NOT THE POEM AGAIN!
Fred: Why don't we read out fan mail, hmm? These might cheer you up-
Fred encouragingly pushes the sack of mail to Daphne, she stares at the sack. She slowly reaches out for a letter. She opens it, and stares.
Fred: Yes, read it.
Daphne: My god.
Fred: Oh no… Black mail.
Daphne: It says, dear blasted, mean, ugly Daphne...You will have Scrappy on the show and treated kindly by everyone or I come to your studio in person and give Johnny Bravo your phone number!
Daphne: …
Fred: She doesn't REALLY know where you are.
Daphne: Fred, this is a LETTER. SHE WROTE THE ADRESS.
Fred: …Oh yeah…
Velma: Johnny's comin' over? YEY!
Shaggy: Was he the dude with the big hair?
Scooby: Reah.
Daphne: Do you really think she knows my number?
Everyone:… No… (There seems to be a hesitant response)
Daphne: You guys don't know my number, do you?
Everyone: …
Daphne: Oh ****!
Velma: DAPHNE! QUIT BEIN' AN EMO FOR A SECOND AND HOST YOUR RUN DOWN SHOW.
Daphne: That's it! I'm reading' my poem!
Everyone: OH NO! NOT THE POEM!
Daphne: AHEM- I'm here soaking up regret in the air
You died thinking I never did care
I wish I would've made the right choices
Now it's too late, but I hear the voices.. OH THE VOICES! THE VOICES!
They now are clear.
They speak of what could have beeen
What I could have seeen.
But it's too late.
This is my fate.
Everyone stares blankly at Daphne. Even the producer is speechless.
Producer: That was…
Shaggy: Very…
Scrappy: CHEESY! THAT WAS THE WORSE POEM I'VE EVER HEARD!
Daphne: Scrappy! Where the hell did you come from? Didn't Fred put a muzzle on you?
Scrappy: I'm super strong, duh. I ripped it off!
Daphne: Whatever.
Scrappy: Aren't you angry?
Daphne Whatever.
Scrappy: What's wrong with Daphne?
Fred: You see Daphne's going through… a faze. Right, Daph?
Daphne; Whatever.
Shaggy: She'll be back to her old self in no time.
Daphne: Whatever.
Velma: Can you stop saying "Whatever"- oh look, she's plugged her ipod in again.
Velma pulled Daphne's earphones out, which is, you know, VERY painful. I mean, I caught the door with my earphones once, and it really hurt when I had my ears yanked out. Daphne didn't have the base earphones, you know, the sticky out ones, so they wouldn't really hurt much. But it's still painful though… urm… yeah… never mind…
Daphne: You don't understand my pain. No one understands me!
Fred: Oh great, here we go again.
Daphne: I've been through so much, I get captured countless times. Tormented mentally all these years of pain, anger, and everyone gets on my nerves. Sometimes I think my life and existence is simply for entertainment. I think our whole existence is because of a show named after THAT dog! (She points at Scooby Doo.) And that we're constantly in the same loop, like we're sixteen forever, but we're not conscious of it. That we're constantly revamped through out time to keep our show popular.
Velma: Daphne. That's ridiculous.
Daphne: I know.
Fred: I really think you need a rest.
Daphne: Ew, Scrappy's peed on my carpet AGAIN!
Once again, everyone ganged up on Scrappy, tied a muzzle on him, stuffed him in a small cage, and threw him out the studio, before you could say "Scooby Doo, where are you?" Now I'm off, and might not update till next year. If someone asks for me to do another, I would. BUUUUT I'M LAZY. And I have to visit my doctor, lukily, he's not addicted to sims3 anymore. He's addicted to the nintendo wii. At least he's being healthy, exercising and stuff. Strange... an unhealthy doctor... Doctor.... *CRIES* NOOOO DOCTOR WHO! IMMA GONNA MISS DAVID TENNANT... oh yeah wrong fanfiction... forget that.
Daphne watches blankly, as Shaggy began to levitate and flew into the sun set. D: