[ a camera starts rolling. it starts shaky as the person holding it sets it down on a wooden table, but it slowly goes into focus as they lean over the camera. muttering can be heard as the camera's settings visibly change. the person fiddling must deem it good, because they lean back, in full view of the camera. fundy sits in front of it, his large black hat covering all but the tips of his soft orange ears and a flop of orange hair across his face. he blows up at it, moving it temporarily before it falls right back down on his face. he scowls.
"hey, chat," he begins. "long time no see. things have-" he does a strange noise here, a combination laugh and scoff. he seems stressed. "a lot of things are different around here. i mean, for one, look around!" he steps back and reveals his surrounding area, which looks to be some sort of modern building. "quackity hooked me up with this place after i agreed to help him out in las nevadas, and so far it's pretty sick! but that's not- that's not what i came here to talk about."
he leans close to the camera. "things around here- around the server, not just las nevadas- are getting... they're tense. things are going to start changing around here, and drastically. ever since dre-" fundy's face darkens. "since dream escaped, tensions with everyone have been high."
"this is where i'll be documenting everything i'll be doing to- well- my d- wilbur, quackity, and dream are in the middle of all of this, right? use your detective skills chat, what do they all have in common?"
he shoots a feral-looking grin at the camera. "me."
fundy steps forward to shut off the camera and ends up tripping into the table it's set on, knocking everything loose as it falls to the ground and the recording stops. ]
