It's been a while since you've met your crew.
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Four complete idiots to match with your own idioticy, a human, a fairy, a dragon, and a demon. Each and everyone practically brainless and with a terrible passion for adventure.
A few years before, you were going through rough days, having just called a quiet to a relationship, that wasn't too good to start with, with a terrible fight.
You and Marshall had always been together, attached to the hip through thick and thin. You always went to his shows, and he helped you escape to silly little odysseys together.
Having broken up with him left a deep gash on your chest, you felt empty, incomplete... but also free.
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You stayed isolated for a few years before having fatefully stumbled across a really interesting quartet in a town to the South of Ooo.
A fairy, Nessa, a human, Perci, a dragon, Kettle, and a demonling, Trysha.
The five of you hit off almost instantly, and, before you knew, you were already sticking around with them as if you had known each other for years.
Slowly, you started healing from the heartbreak, in a way, distracting yourself with the presence of those interesting people.
Forgetting the past, the troubles and the tears. Remembering who you really were, and why you were there.
Reminding yourself of your roots.
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But, not all things can be perfect forever. And your happy little world built so suddenly was just about to be shaken up again.
Kettle said the Lumpy Space Prince was throwing a party in the clear of the forest, and that there was going to be food and music and everything.
You should have guessed earlier.
Divines, your heart dropped off and out of your chest as soon as you heard that familiar voice singing on the stage.
That same axe guitar, that same flannel shirt, those same songs.
Marshall Lee.
In flesh, blood, arrogance and shadows. Right infront of you.
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Great, it was really just what you needed. What's next? He's going to see you and start singing a song about your breakup.
Honestly, knowing how he was, you were quick to hide yourself in some darker corner, praying for his eyes not to rack over and spit your presence.
The night had ended right there for you.