Reeeeeeal short one shot coming your way. Read on, folks!
The war raged for years. Dexter began to wonder what it felt like to not worry about what would come out of the sky when his back was turned. Ben forgot what going to the movies was like. Gwen honed her skills to the point where she flew when she was sleeping. Chowder learned how to cook by doing it on his own, Mung Daal being so busy with feeding bases worth of KND operatives that he couldn't teach his pupil. Mandark's hands were calloused and rough, dirtied from whatever he was working on ninety percent of the day. The war had nearly broken Mandy, as she showed extreme emotions, like fear, as often as Mandark was working. Dee Dee learned how to hate with passion.
Dexter found solace in the piano, fingers flying over the ivory keys. Ben worked his anger off on the Fusion monsters that threatened to destroy his home. Gwen was the best defense warrior they had on the field and fought beside the cousin she came to love like a brother as if he were her life line and if he died, she would. Chowder learned how to concentrate; if he didn't, people would starve. Mung Daal's moustache turned gray and weathered quickly. Mandark would completely ignore everyone and go into meditative trances when he needed time to calm down and think. Mandy talked to people, opened up. Dee Dee transferred her hate into an adrenaline and determination mix and helped as a medic on the field.
And, throughout this, no one cried. They were too busy; they just didn't have the time.
I hate disclaimers, but I don't own anything, yayayaya we get it.
Anyway, this is pretty angsty. Hope you liked it!
