Winter: GUYS!

Kinkajou: Winter, you're late for our annual Monopoly Night.

Qibli: Turtle is slowly losing will to exist.

*cue to Turtle laying facedown in a bowl of chips.

Turtle: I already lost it...

Winter: Fuck your Monopoly! There's someone I want you to meet.

*pulls in a RainWing, with molten gold scales, half moon spectacles, and silver eyes*

Winter: Everyone, this is Apricot.

Apricot: Hey!

Qibli: Uh, hey there.

Qibli: Winter, what is this?

Winter: Well, for your information, Apricot is the solution to all our problems.

Turtle: Can she make me feel better about myself?

Winter: No, call a damn therapist.

Turtle: *😢*

Winter: Actually, she can remove animus enchantments.

Kinkajou: Really?

Winter: Yep, which will reverse all the fuckery Turtle caused.

Turtle: I just wanna be loved.

Winter: OK, Apricot, do your thing.

Apricot: I can only remove small enchantments, but I'll try my best...

*puts talons on the floor, and her eyes narrowed in concentration*

Moonwatcher: Are you sure this will work, Winter?

Winter: Don't worry, this will be over in a--

Apricot: Can't do it.

Winter: ...what?

Apricot: I can't remove the spell. Sorry.

Winter: So, we're still stuck like this?

Apricot: Pretty much.

Winter: OK, excuse me...

*walks over to Turtle, pushes him aside, and plants his face into the bowl of chips*

Winter: *sobs*

Kinkajou: Winter, I know you're sad, and it's gonna be alright. But...must you disrespect the Cheetos?

Winter: *SOBS*

Kinkajou: Oh boy...

Later:

*Apricot was taking walk outside*

Apricot: I feel bad for disappointing Winter. But, at least we got to cheer him up with a game of Monopoly.

Flashback:

Winter: Ha! I got new land! Read it and weep, bitches!

Turtle: Why are all here? Just to suffer?

Qibli: Turtle, I am very concerned.

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Apricot: And what a nice night for a walk--

???: Psst!

*she turns, and saw Darkstalker in a long trenchcoat and a hat*

Darkstalker: Hey, kid. I heard you can remove animus magic, mind helping my friends and I?

Apricot: Uh, I'm not allowed to talk to strangers...or a suspicious weirdo in a trenchcoat.

Darkstalker: C'mon! I'm not suspicious at all!

Darkstalker: Now, get into my white windowless van.

*a van was parked nearby, with Hawthorn behind the wheel*

Hawthorn: I am not an experienced driver!

Apricot: ...I'm gonna go *runs*

Darkstalker: Wait! No--Ah, fuck!