Moose's story after he loses his powers is never revealed, so i decided to take a stab at it with my own interpretation. This is my first fanfiction, and it will most definitly continue.
For some reason, Mitchell "Moose" Moessner had no longer felt contempt with his situation. He had heard of the news at Trinity, how all those souls had made their ways into the light. He had heard that Mary was no longer of walking the realms of Everlost, but had made her own journey down. He was glad that she was gone, for she had caused so much trouble. Trouble that he had been a part of. He shivered at the thought. But when he heard of the news of Milos, he knew he couldn't handle it. He cried for weeks it seemed, over Milos, and then Squirrel. He had been with them as long as he could remember, and now he felt the pain all resonate throughout him. He couldn't take it.
He had blundered and thrown the football in a lake, watching as it sink instantly. There was nothing left for him in Eunice, except for painful memories. He sometimes wished he had been there with Milos and the others, just so that he could go into the light. If his coin had not been long gone, he would have already left. Pittsburgh was the only place he wanted to go now, even if it meant more tears. He had to be put to ease, but he still had unfinished business. He had done some horrible things for Mary, and he wanted to fix them. He needed to pay his respects to someone.
So, after hearing more word of mouth on his journey to Pittsburgh, he made a sharp turn, and headed for New York.
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