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Adventures Of Abiquail: A Checkpoint.

Abiquail went on an adventure.

But this one was different.

This time, she had to go alone.

Abiquail had to hike up a gargantuan mountain. She hoped to find her goal at the top. But at the top was more roads. She went down a bunch of roads, keeping her friends' words in her mind.

"No matter what, I'm never leaving you."

"We're Señors, impossible to break up."

"Millie Bobby Brown is British?"

"You're the only thing that keeps me sane."

She kept running into dead ends. Panic filled her chest, breathing became more difficult, and her thoughts were clouded.

I'm fucking worthless...

She kept walking. Her feet ached. Her head spun around and around. She saw a sharp stone.

Her arms were... colourful.

But, she kept walking. She ended up to another road. And this road wasn't run down like the others. It has flowers that seemed to be blooming, and road smelled of some sort of sweet fragrance. Abiquail was attracted to this road.

As she went further and further, she didn't see the red flags along the way. She felt happy, but this was the wrong road.

That special potion.

The road came to a dead stop, nothing went beyond the road.

There was nothing left.

She dropped to her knees, not caring about the jagged pavement tearing her pants apart.

It was days before Abiquail got up again.

And then, she went back.

She went back to the beginning and thought carefully. Back to the peak of the mountain.

And she looked ahead and saw what she needed.

The truth.

Getting there wasn't easy. She vomited, her flesh was cut through, her life was shown meaningless.

But, to Abiquail's surprise, she made it.

She made it to a place where it felt... good.

And found a piece of the truth.

Sure, there was a long way to go, but she made incredible progress. She exhaled and looked up.

There they were...

Señor Fiona.
Señor Eggo.
Señor Michellecle.
Señor Potato.
Señor Papel.
Señor Pollo.

All of her friends.

She ran to hug them tightly.

As she had a piece of the truth, a small light flickered inside of her.

Hope.

And she was going to use Hope to get through her mind's darkness.

And she has her friends behind her.

Every fucking step of the way.

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