A preview for an upcoming commission featuring some Scooby-Doo TFing and butt shaking. Enjoy!
Twin ponytail, blonde woman reached for her phone on the coffee table. Just as she grabbed it, it vibrated, nearly causing her to drop it in surprise.
Marci brought it in close to look. It was a text message from some random number. “You've been…” she read aloud.
However, that was all she could read before the alert faded from her dark screen. She sighed. Oh boy, what is it this time? Her mind wandered to the many possibilities, most of which were spam, political garbo, or a combination of both. It was the season after all.
She could very well ignore this and go on with her life. Why waste precious seconds on this after all?
But that damn morbid curiosity of hers got the best of her. Instead of looking up news on the show she just watched, like she wanted to, she headed straight for her messages.
There, she found it right away at the top and could read the full line of text now. “You've been Scoobed!”
Marci blinked. What? She tapped on the text, opening the full message. However, that was it. There was nothing else to the text other than, “You've been Scoobed!”
What the hell does that mean? She huffed. It probably meant nothing honestly. Just some stupid spam message from some kind of bot out there in the world.
Dammit though, her curiosity only got bigger. Not enough to reply back or anything. She certainly didn't trust this at all. She was curious enough to at least check if anyone else online had gotten such a message before.
Before she could close out of her messages, her phone vibrated again. A new message popped in on the screen, just below the “Scoobed” line. This time though, it was a gif.
It was a very familiar gif that she recognized in an instant. It was from Scoob!, the attempt at a cartoon Scooby-Doo reboot movie series from a few years ago. It had the titular dog in some kind of superhero uniform, his backside to the mirror. Scooby had a smug as hell grin on his face, looking back at his reflection and shaking his rear back and forth.
And that was the gif. Scooby-Doo shaking his doggy hindquarters on loop.
“Seriously?” Marci rolled her eyes, brushing her ponytails over her shoulders. Who the hell sent this? She could only imagine the most immature, juvenile person ever.
Regardless, she didn't care to find out. She tapped on the three dots in the top corner of the screen. It was time to delete these dumb messages and move onto better things.
However, when the option menu with “Delete Messages” popped up, she did nothing. Even with it obscured by the new window, she could still see the gif well. She could see it and stare at it. She stared at it long, long enough for the option menu to close out by itself.
Her eyes were locked in, focusing on Scooby's null butt. That butt kept shaking and bouncing forever on its repeated loop.
She didn't know why she kept staring or even pondered much at all. Her mind was mostly empty, thoughts emptied out the more she ogled that Great Dane's cartoon bum. Everything in the world might've been meaningless and nonexistent in comparison to Scoob Butt.