Hi! This is my entry for your DTA!! It actually turned out surprisingly better than I'd thought it would, although admittedly it did look way better on the drawing app I used (Sketchbook), since Scratch totally killed the quality :sob: :c I know the sizes vary slightly, but that's because I cropped everything by hand so it'd fit the Scratch stage. :( Sorry about the choppiness. The drawing it switches to in the end is the second frame, which is the one I spent the most time on and the only one where her face actually shows.
All art and code by me, except the bubbles and the backdrop, which was already there when I remixed the original project, and the zoom-in code, which is by @colorsnatch Yes, I know the anatomy of the neck in the second frame is very weird, but I took a long time to draw it like that and I don't feel like correcting it. (Don't ask why she's standing on sand) "You! Thief! Come back here and stop being a coward!" Ampulla turned her head abruptly, momentarily forgetting her job, then snorted when she saw the accusers. As if she'd be willing to turn herself in to a bunch of grumpy dudes who only wanted the reward on her wanted posters. She rummaged through her pack, looking through the (rather limited) amount of supplies her mother had given her in case it came down to a stand-off. This wasn't quite one yet, but Ampulla definitely wasn't in the mood for it to become one. There. The one she'd been looking for was the perfect shade of purple, not too dark but not pastel either, although that had absolutely nothing to do with why she'd picked it. She tossed it behind her, leaving her paw up a moment more than strictly necessary for added dramaticism. Her mother said she'd gotten the theatrics from her. Ampulla personally disagreed, considering the fact that she'd never once seen her mother be the least bit dramatic. The vial fell agonisingly slowly, but at last it shattered against the floor with a satisfying *crash*. A purple cloud of smoke billowed around her, and she took her chance and disappeared, leaving her already bewildered pursuers even more puzzled. She had vanished, back into the safety of the woods (and the relative safety of her mother.)
