Lust wished he brought a better jacket with him.

"How could can this place be?"

"I don't know."

Lust huffed at the bland response, rubbing his own arms. Horror and Lust had found themselves in a large room with wide pillars lining the walls. Every step they took echoed throughout the room. They had nicknamed this room 'the museum' based from the statues and artifacts that stood in their designed places. 

Some of the artifacts didn't have any name to it like the others. Some were unsettling, one Horror was sure was a real human corpse. 

The less dressed skeleton took it upon himself to try and read anything on the statues and artifacts; being a bit of a history nerd. There wasn't great education in his home world, so he had taken it upon himself to teach himself things around him. 

No one usually was using the librarby anyways.

"How big even is this place? I can't see the end." Lust questioned once more. He got no reply, which got Lust to be a bit more annoyed. The flirty skeleton at least wanted something to ease his mind on.

He walked over to a statue of a Greek goddess, Persephone, who has accompanied by the single rose in a glass vase. The statue was huge, fine details made with care. It almost looked too realistic to be just a sculpture. 

It was a gorgeous color of red, almost a scarlet. The tips were a bit lighter than the dark middle. Its petals looked soft and delicate; the rose was in full bloom. Lust wanted to g̵̖̯̃͘͘̚͠ṟ̵͙̲͚̈́̈́̈̂̈́ͅǎ̵̫͙̤̜̎͐b̴̬̥̭͖̼̎ it, to have it in his own hands. Even with his high heeled boots, he wasn't tall enough to reach the rose and its vase. Puffing out his purple tinted cheeks, Lust stood on his tippy toes to maximize his height.

He wasn't going to let his height stop him from getting that rose. Besides, once he gets back home, it'd be a perfect gift He was sure th- his thoughts were paused.

Before Lust could take any action, He heard the fast echoes of someone walking behind him. Lust tried to turn around, but his body was already met with strong skeleton arms. Lust soon recognized it to be Horror. 

"H... Horror?"

"What were you doing?"

"I..."

Horror sighed, squeezing Lust before letting him go a bit farther away from the Persephone statue. Lust had to admit, he felt much safer in Horror's grasp than being out in the open of a huge museum.  "You could've hurt yourself."

Lust chuckled, "how could I hurt myself in the first place?" he joked. The stronger of the two didn't laugh along. Lust let his smile fade as he turned back to the rose. He could hear Horror walk away to a nearby artifact. He assumed it was the big Dinosaur tooth. 

He didn't know if he had brought up something that Horror didn't have decent feelings about or not.

He took one last glance at the rose before walking over to Horror.

He only took a few steps before he couldn't move.

Lust was confused, was there something on the ground that his heels got caught on? Looking at the smooth marble floor, it showed no proof that his heels were stuck on anything.

With his soul racing, he did what he hoped was the right decision.

"HORROR!" 

--//-//--

  The hallway was filled with silence.

Killer and Dream had planned on staying near the window, Dream had stayed far away from it.

    Dream wasn't sure why the window had made so...weird? Like he wanted to throw up, acting as if he knew something bad would happen if he stayed too close. Killer seemed to be the opposite. He investigated the window to the fine points; the details on it, tapping his fingers on it constantly.

Thankfully, Killer had lost interest after a few minutes and walked over to view a small bookcase.

Dream had been staring at the blue rug that was in front of the shady window. It was soft and plush, something he'd have in his own bedroom. Stars did he miss his bedroom.

  He knew it was selfish to think about his small bed, covered with his plushie collection, multiple blankets. He couldn't help to think about his only safe place that he could hide in from the rest of the world and their expectations. Dream felt like throwing up the negative comments, his magic trying to keep balance in him.

Dream steered his sight away from the rug and focused on his forced companion. 

  He didn't hate Killer, but he wasn't a fan of his attitude. He always seemed so quiet and more of the smarter ones in the bunch of his brother's group--

E̴̡̛̪̖̬͕̲̹͚̯̩͖̋̈́̐̓̓̕͜v̶̨̳̲̝̹̞̩̫͖̮̒͗̽̚ë̸͎̫͚͕͑̚n̴̡̡̘͙͖̪͖̫̤̝̦͎̑͆̈͒̃ ̸̡̤̖͙̱̹̠̔̇́̌̎̍̃̍̚͠͝ţ̸̝̱͔͙̰̟̫̼͍͖̻͇̌̓̀͜͜h̵̡̢͓̥̺̪̘̟̻͖̮̳͕̹̘͑̍̓͋̓ͅơ̵͚̯̥̾̑̏̊̾͐̂͐͂͒̕̚͘͝u̷̢͓͓̟̤͎͓͚͎̦͐̓̃g̵̨̢͔̺̣̬̘̦̻̎̀̀͑͌̿̈͜͝ͅḧ̸̭̏́̓̚ ̸̨̢͎͖̗̮̰͉͌̆́̔̇̓̀͒̈́͜͝͝͝ͅh̸̡̤̼̳̖̩͔̳̫̥͍͎̟͒̿͒̄̓̓̉̕͠͠ȅ̵̜̞̊̔̀͊̾̈́̔̚͝ ̴̜̮̟̜̮̞̘̤̻̜̭̘̄̌͌̓̌̔̔́͘̚ķ̸͎̰̻͎͍̼̭̞͍̹͕̣͊̆̐̂͌n̷̨̧̙̘͓͇̠̝͓̊̀̽̾̿̈́͌̚̕ȅ̵̙̯͍̙͍̤̯̰͊̏w̸̧̛̻͎̪͕̪̉̽̒̐͗͆̿̒͐̀̅ ̸̲̹̒͂̈͆͑̑͒̄̈́h̵͚̯̦̖͉̗̞̩̕̕ì̷̧̙͓͎͈̞̮̟̼͓͚͔̓̄̈́͐̂͂̔̈́̅͘͘̚̚͝s̵̢̜̲̞͉͔̘̜͓͈͔͖͑̑̚͜ ̶̡̤͓͙̻̪̪͈̜̺̞͎̫͂̑̈́̇͛̓̆̏̿͑́͆͑͘ͅb̷̢̢̦̖̩͎͉̰͛̈́͌̏̑̊r̴̢̦̣͔͙̦̯͍͖̼̻͍͊̑͒͒̈́̅̑̓̊̚͘͜o̴̯͕̊̐̈́t̷̠̦̥̖̱̮̗̟̣͔͕̳̭̠̞̓̔̂̄̑̈̏͛̃̽̈́͐̚͝h̴͉̣̰͙͎̝͓̼̜̫͗e̵̖͚̒r̸̹͚̙͕̅̈̇͒̍̆̂̽̀̈́͠͝ ̷̢̳͓̘̔̒̈́͑w̶̛̖̼̙͚̖͕̺̗͈͔͔̱̓͆͐̿̇́͐̒̓͝ą̸̼̺͇͋̃̓̌̽ş̵̤͙̠͕̰͓́͋͋̇̾̅̂̈́̽͠ ̶̧̧̧̖̪̳̬̯̼͖̦͍̜̙̄̈͜ͅl̶̢̢͕̞̘̥̗̃͗̂̚õ̶͍̠n̶̢̦̞̦͓̠̭͈̪̼͚̙̙͕͊͌͊̀͛̍̑g̶̢̢̜̝͓͚̺͌̐̏̈́̚͝ ̵̛̦́̃̿̇̀̄̊̋͗̌̚ǵ̶̡̛̹͕́͐̿̎̕̚̚ͅo̶̢̢̺͕͍̩̮̪̲̗̮̗͎̝̍̉̀̋n̴̡̳̝̪̗̣̖̬͓̣̣̭̆̐̽̈́͌̍̌́̄̕͝ḛ̷̬̠͔̠̫̈́͆͂͂̋̌͑̈́͛͝.̴̢̡̛̙̩̗̪̯̤̭̩̰̱͒̓̓̄̒̌͒͛́͘͜ͅͅ

So, what was with the sudden change?

Dream rubbed his eye-sockets, how long has it been since they've got here? Dream hadn't slept since those couches, and he had no idea what time it was.

For all he knew, it could've been years since they've been here. 

But that's not logical.

Was it?

Dream wanted to focus on something else, but there was nothing more to look at. He wasn't Ink who could focus on patterns on a carpet; Ink did that when they went carpet shopping for the base.

The golden one paused when he heard a soft clinking noise coming from his far right.

"Killer, I thought you lost interest in the window."

Dream didn't get a response immediately; but his blood marrow went cold when Killer spoke, "I did, I'm not even close to it."

Killer was on the far left on him- That couldn't be right! The window was on the right of him. Who could've been making that noise?

Dream shivered, even though he knew the halls weren't that cold. He gulped down what he could perceive as extra magic and turned to his right. 

The window stared its purple eye-lights back-

Dream froze, his body burned in certain areas where some cuts weren't healed. Dream knew those eyes-lights; how could he forget? They were accompanied with a skeletal hand that was covered with a short white glove- he always hated getting his hands dirty- that were slightly covered with a cuffed sleeve of purple fabric.

It wasn't anyone's, but Nightmare's.

Ĥ̸̄

̫̰̙̪̜̬͓͕̰̱̙̤̼̩͆̚ͅi̷̳̻̳͇͕͚̦̫͉͈̺̪̲͆̉s̶̹̹͔͛͌̈̂̀̔̀̓͆͗̏̆͠͠͝ ̸̡̛͍͉̬̖̩̦̝̹̳̥̭͛́̇̒͒̀n̴̘̪͇̩̩̬͑i̸̫̖̟̙̯̯̱̩̗͔̔͆̎̃́̈́̉̚͜ͅg̸̞͋̊̔̿̿̀̂́̀͒̐h̵̝͊́͒̃̈́͒̑͗͠ẗ̶̢͉̪͇̫̹͉̟̺̯̎͋̎͗͗̏̓̀̅͂͠ͅm̷̱̦͍̜̪̦̥̥̗͎͇͕͍̅͜a̸̡̗͓̖̪͈̩̱̯̠̪̩͓̎̓́̔̿̔̊͗̕̚̚͜͝ṛ̶̗̪̖̹͠͝e̵̟̜̰̙̣̱͖̲̖̜̘̭̎̈́̆̆̈́͜ͅ-̷̧͓͓̭̻̭͈̲̘̟͐͌͒̈́͌̊͆̂̉̈́̃͆ ̸̹̖͉̹͈̪͇̺̫̳͗̌̀͂̉͆̿̿̾͜͜ͅ ̴̢̨̳͉̫̮̟̤̣̪͓̝̰̫̩̀̌

̵̧̛̥̳͎̪̬̬̺̗̈́̂͂̂̆̆͑̓̔

̸͍̪̜̭͕̦͍̬̱͇̗̃̄̑̇̈́ ̵̨̗͈̗̰̬̰͕̼̮̗̹̠͐̈́̌͌̎̓͒͝ͅ

̷̡̪̒́

̶̰̭͕͙̱̗̞̘̄͋̆̂̉̔̓͂͘H̶̹͎̩̞͊i̵̝̺͙̼̪̎͌̆ş̵̧͕͓̩̭̮̺͖̩̍̀̑̃͐͜ ̵̧͇͔̦̦͓̠̒́͑͑͑̎ͅͅt̷̼̗̃r̴̡̝̻̙̯̲͙̲̥̳̘̪̫̠͊ų̶͎̥̞̯̭̫̾́̀̂̋̅͊̓̊̍̉͝e̴̞͉̰̩̹̦̩̪̩̗̥͍͊͑͋̍̾͜ ̴̼̠͗̍̆̅̊̂̀̏̊͗̈́͘͘b̶̢̛͇̞͉̜͓͙̲̻͇͆̓̄͆͆͘r̷̡̝̭͔͙͕̜͉̠̾̓͗͒̈́̕͝ò̷͈̩̦̅̒̑̋̈ẗ̵̛̪͇̘̺̦̥̦͔̠̘͚͔͔h̶̛̜̮̘̑͌̓̌̊͌̉͗͠͝ͅẹ̶͈̇̑͘ȑ̶̢̺̜̭̪̱̹͔̼̝͂̋̏͑̈́̑̿̄͛̄͐̿̓̂.̷̗̀̌̓͑̈̍̕ ̷̧̡̢̭̞̤̺̟̠̰̇̌͒̈́

Dream jumped up and raced to the window—His brother smiled back.

Dream was so happy! A bright smile shined on his skull as some golden tears started to build up. He had forgotten about the plush carpet underneath him, how could he? His brother was on the other side of the mirror!

CRASH!

The hallway didn't have this strong of wind naturally. 

-//-//-

The moment Lust called out from fear and panic, he started gasping. His imaginary lungs felt empty, his soul started beating faster and faster; ringing in his skull.

Lust's vision started to lose focus, his eye-lights fuzzing out.

He could only feel the ground under him as a blurry figure ran to him.

'This is it,' Lust thought, his mind in its own world, 'I'm not going home, I'll die in an area I had no choice going to. I'll-'

Lust gasped harshly and started to cough as he felt air enter his nose. 

Lust's head banged against itself, the ringing in his ears started to settle down. The skeleton wanted to sit down, he wanted to throw up. Lust could feel disgusting sweat start to leave his body.

He wanted to cry.

Horror started to become clearer in his vision, he hadn't realized that the other was trying to communicate with him. Horror looked so scared; he didn't have a reason to- he would've been happy that he didn't have a complaining skeleton with him.

Lust took in a deep breath as Horror raised an ancient weapon and took a swing behind him.

Behind him?

Lust looked down at the ground as he saw white pieces of stone come crashing to the ground. It soon came together as he saw a stray broken hand, missing a few fingers joins the discarded pieces.

That statue grabbed him.

What?

"I couldn't get some fingers off, they're too close to your bone. It's best that we rest somewhere far away from these guys, that one tried to choke you." Lust nodded lazily, his body suddenly wanting to shut down. Now that something wasn't holding onto him, he could finally move away from his spot.

His arm hurt to move.

He didn't say anything about it though.

"Let's get outta here." Horror grunted.

And Lust agreed.

-//-//-

It was all to sudden. 

Killer had flinched when he heard a defining crash from behind him. It was his first instinct to turn around and run towards it.

He was glad that he trusted his gut. 

He was holding onto Dream, mainly his boot, from the window. Dream had crashed into the window and was about to fall into whatever the void was down there.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" Killer shouted through the wind; his fingers felt like they were getting frostbite from being out of the place.

Dream had no response, tears streamed from his sockets. He looked so out of it, like he was shocked. Seeing things Killer could never identify. 

Killer started to try and drag Dream back into the building but having only a grip on the boot, Dream started to slip. Panicking, he gripped onto Dream's leg instead. 

Just the leg alone had 6 scars on them, some having the glass stuck in them while others had been freed from the cuts. Killer couldn't imagine what the rest of his body looked like.

Once he got a better handle on everything, he began to successfully pull Dream up and back into the hallway. He ignored the metal/gold against glass sounds as he pulled the other half of Dream's body up.

Killer was right about the scars.

Dream's clothes were ripped in multiple places, and there were even a scar cutting though the golden one's eye-socket. Killer felt sick just looking at it.

Killer paused once he saw Dream's bare head.

Dream's crown had fell off. And Killer could tell Dream noticed it too.

Despite all the cuts, all the wounds, Dream sat up frantically. Getting himself up as fast as possible and ran back to the window. Killer ran with him and held him back as Dream tried to go back out.

"Killer let mE GO!"

"NO! You'll just go jumping off!"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Waterfalls of tears pooled from Dream's eye-sockets; his eye-lights so foggy that Killer could believe that he was still in his own universe.

Dream backed away from the window and falls back down onto the ground in a sitting position. He didn't try and stay like that for long till Dream was rushing himself back up and started to run away from the window and down the hallway they came from.

Killer didn't know what to do. He attempted to grab Dream's delicate and small hand, but he only slipped off one of Dream's gloves. 

He watched as the twin turn the corner, loosely holding onto the stray glove.

The murderous skeleton felt conflicted. He could just continue up the levels without that ball of fake positivity. He could let Dream get himself killed by wanting to get back something valuable like some idiot.

He could, but he found out that he didn't quite like those outcomes.

He h̴̪̟̿ä̴̱̮͋t̶̥͍̂é̶̟̯d̷͓̜̕ those outcomes.

The thought of being alone again spiked new fear, and without thinking, he ran after Dream.

-//-//-

The wind was screaming through the open windows. 

Papers were creating a mini tornado.

In the center of it all, lead a disappointed Melody. 

"Killer wasn't supposed to do that."

"But--" Melody's toothy smirk returned, "I am a bit proud how some guessed Dream. Oh, it's so FUN!"

The woman stomped her feet excitedly, like some child. "Such a shame of the fate they have! Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame Such a shame shame shame shame shame shame shame shame shame shame shame shame SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿

S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿ S̷̛̪̺͈͒̋̽̎͛̉͌̀̄͌͒͛ͅḢ̷̱͓͉̬̦͚̯͈̤͇͎̱̃̈͜͝A̷̡̧̙̺̹͆̔̈̍̌́̑̽̈́̎M̴̹͎͕̥̯͍̭͚̞̃̎̓͊͋͛̑͐̄͊̌̉̓͂̆̽͛͂̑Ę̶͙̺͙͕̤̰͔͔͆͂̈́̈́̿

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I had some fun doing this.

A bit bland but it's here!

Let's hope I didn't mess anything up—Tell me if I did--

Longest chapter in awhile-

6 chapters left 

-MAA

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