(HAPPY NEW YEARS! 2024 CAN DIE!!) (Pre-camping trip.)

[”Yeah yeah, special, aren’t you dear?”] [Mary patted your head a bit, but continued working at her desk. She didn’t look at you once. You were one of her best minions, well, you were more of a pet than a minion. You were fast, sneaky, strong, and could pull off full robberies without anyone ever knowing you’d been there.]

[…though Mary never cared about you all that much. She’d just send you off and barely give you any support.]

[The only thing she despises you of was how curious you were. It was like a dang dog…. But it didn’t stop you much.]

[”I’m busy. Just, go and talk to the prisoner, uncle Patrick or Pete Whatever his name was.”] [she took a pen off her desk and started writing stuff down.]