Disclaimer: Last stop is Gravity Falls, Oregon. Will you step off and check out the view? Enjoy the scenery, and please, don't feed the gnomes.

Miss Mystery: I've seen them all. It's partially how I got inspired for that Hamilton chapter back in GFA. And boy... that recent one with the dating sim was... interesting. Seriously, I laughed when the high pitched voice in the Shack was assumed to be Bill.

Cynder Terror of Skies: You know, I'm not sure if it works in reviews, but emojis work in the private messaging system. Actual ones. Also, thanks for clearing that up.

Luckygurrl12: Yep. Even though she knows she'll encounter the supernatural when she arrives, she doesn't want any more danger.

guadadominguez4: In GFA, they were cute. Now, Elaine will never forgive him. Still, you can keep hoping. I have the anthology series to keep that ship sailing.

RainbowCelin: Spooky, and created from the horror of Weirdmageddon.

Calamity Heart and Bill Cipher: Thanks! I won't disappoint!

Gravity Falls is not mine, Kat is RillFipher's, and Elaine is mine.

"Speaking"

Thinking

Elaine's POV

"Elaine! Elaine, wake up! Wake UP!" I felt my head smack against the window as I jolted awake from the noise, as the excited shouting filled my ears and two hands shake my left arm. "Look out the window!" I slept way too much on this trip, didn't I? Perhaps. But then again, I didn't think it was that early in the morning.

Opening my eyes, and wincing at the bright morning sun pouring through the glass, I saw exactly why Mabel was so ecstatic. Towering pine trees sailed past outside, and just a few meters ahead... was the sign. Wait, the sign! "We're here?" Shadows were thrown onto the bus as the light struck the overhanging trees, but one direct beam of sunshine lit up the wooden sign.

Gravity Falls. I'm... I'm back. "It's eight in the morning, and we just entered town limits," Dipper voiced from the end of our row, seeing my eyes plastered to the world outside the window. "Soos should be at the stop waiting to pick us up. Guess this means we're eating breakfast with him and Melody."

"Right. I can't wait to see how the both of them are doing." I straightened up from my position, and ran a hand along my lower back. With how the three of us were slumped on top of each other, it really hurt my back. "You think we'll get the gang together and have a party to celebrate our return?"

Dipper shrugged, and reached under the seat for his bag. In a few minutes, we would be stopping, so it made sense to get ready. "I doubt it. Maybe we can all watch a movie together, and order pizza." Dropping the large bag onto his lap, he turned to us. "Why would they celebrate us coming back?"

"Well, we did kinda save the town," Mabel replied. "Maybe it could be a party to start of summer." That one did seem more likely, but I still doubted it.

Slowly, with the hissing of the brakes, the bus pulled to a stop along the side of the road. "Last stop. Everybody off." Taking our bags and suitcases, we joined the few people in departing the bus. Once the driver was certain everyone was off, the few people in line to get on began boarding. The warmth of the Oregon sun, and the smell of the earth and pines around us... we were back. I-I was back. Deep breathes. Heh, don't want to get overwhelmed so soon.

A loud honking broke through my thoughts, and we turned to see a truck parked along the road a few feet down from us. "Dudes!" The familiar face of the Mystery Shack's newest owner popped out of the driver's window, wearing the iconic fez of Grunkle Stan.

"Soos!" The twins and I cheered, before taking up our gear and running over to him. As he unlocked the passenger door, I opened it up and crawled in. We must have caught him before the tourist attraction opened, since he was already in his suit, ready for the day. "How's it going? Mabel, Dipper, hand them over." I allowed Dipper to sit in the passenger seat, and Mabel moved to the back to help me bring in our bags and sit them at our feet. Once everything was settled, we buckled ourselves in and Soos pulled out.

"Pretty great," Soos replied. As we went down the hill into the town, we could see the buildings of the town approach. "Melody and I've been runnin' the Shack with no problem." His smile widened, and he glanced at Dipper. "Dude, I really think we got something special, you know? We've been close ever since you helped hook us up last July."

"If you decide to marry her, I fully support that decision," I said, seeing Mabel about to give an excited squeal. "Easy there, kid. You can obsess over crushes and stuff later." Still way too early for this. "So Soos, seeing how it's still early in the morning and we haven't eaten yet, what's the plan for food?"

"How's about we eat at Greasy's, before we go unpack your stuff?" We all nodded happily at the idea, and Soos took off through the town. Compared to the continuing construction when we left, everything was now fully rebuilt. Buildings, homes, and the like. Everything was fixed... except for the Northwest statue, but after what I heard from Ford, that did not shock me in the slightest. Instead, what took its place in the podium was something that Dipper and Mabel couldn't believe. And I certainly couldn't believe either.

The flag. The same exact flag I had sewn together during Weirdmageddon was standing proudly in a pole mounted in the center. It was a small flagpole, not ones that stand several dozen feet tale, but it was there, flapping in the breeze with small stitches to mend possible holes found in it after the battle. I thought that things was burned. Or destroyed, or something. "You guys see it too, right?"

"I am having trouble believing it myself," Dipper remarked. "I thought Mayor Tyler made that rule about not speaking about what happened." Which we all knew was a really dumb rule, but as long as it wasn't in public, then we were fine. It wasn't as if Blubs and Durland were actually going to taser anyone. "Why did they do that?"

"Oh, the flag? Yeah, Mayor Tyler thought it'd be a nice way to remember what happened without making a big deal and get questions. Most tourists don't ask about it, and those that do get vague answers. People sort of just stopped once they saw we weren't going to be clean about it." Well, that did make sense. We would always remember what happened last summer, but anything too drastic would draw questions. Oh. Here we are. As the restaurant appeared on my right, Soos pulled the truck into the parking lot. "You dudes can get whatever you want." The twins' faces brightened at that, and all but sprinted for the front door. Chuckling, I patted the man on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Soos. Got to say, you've definitely grown a lot since I last saw you." The way he spoke was a little different, and how he carried himself was a little more mature. But other than that, he was still the same goofy and lovable man who worked at the Shack last summer and the summers before that.

Soos smiled at that, before his happy expression dropped a little. "Thanks, Elaine. How's, um...?"

"The healing?" My statement was vague, but I knew what he was asking. "It's rough, but... I think I can handle this summer." I just wish Stan and Ford would be here. "Let's head in." Taking the lead, I followed where the twins last stood and entered the building. Soos stepped in right behind me, and we found the twins talking animatedly with-Pacifica? "You?"

The blonde girl spun around to look up at me, smiling. A small smudge of what looked like flour was on her left cheek, and she had a white apron on over her usual clothes. "Hey, Elaine." I slid into the booth after Soos, as the twins took the seat on the other side.

"Hey? Pacifica, are you working here?" She reached into a pocket of the apron, pulling out a notebook and a small pencil stuck in its coiled top.

"Mom and dad didn't like it, but we need all the money we can get. Not that we're broke or anything, but they insisted we try to rebuilt or fortune as quickly as we can." And apparently, that means having her work here. "Asger should be arriving later this week. Didn't expect you dorks to arrive so early." The last line was directed towards the twins, raising a brow.

Ah, there was our Pacifica. A combination of attitude, and love, all wrapped up in a purple bow. Man, I missed this kid. "Mabel and I will have the pancakes," Dipper ordered. "Two glasses of milk."

"Number one special," Soos added, "with an orange juice.

"Hmmm... breakfast sandwich for me, Pacifica, and an orange juice. The egg and bacon one, with a plain bagel." She muttered the orders under her breath, scribbling them down before pocketing the notes.

"We'll have those out in a few minutes." She began to retreat to the kitchen, before flashing a smile back at us. "It's nice to have you back." With that, she disappeared behind the door. Hmm... I wonder if that small crush of hers on Dipper is still there? It wouldn't hurt to look into that at some point.

"Hey, Soos? How are we all going to live in the Mystery Shack?" Dipper asked, taking the fork and knife out of the napkin roll in front of him. "Not that having your girlfriend there at the same time is a problem, but isn't your grandmother living with you too?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, dude. She decided to stay with Reggie while you're staying here. With all of those creepy wax figures gone, we renovated the room for us. Two beds, gaming consoles. Normal adult stuff." Soos, you are living the adult life I want to have. "What have you three been up to?"

"High school next year!" Mabel cheered, springing onto the topic. "We're looking into what courses we want to take, and what clubs they offer."

"Last summer really helped us grow up," Dipper added, smiling at his sister's enthusiasm. "This bully I've had for years finally left me alone, after I... I, uh..." he trailed off, and turned to me for help.

"Oh. Um, Dipper... pinned the kid to a locker, after he brought Mabel into the conversation." Soos' eyes widened, and I quickly brought up my hands. "It's not what you think! He didn't physically threaten him. But the movement was enough to show he was through being pushed around." To be honest, the way he did it was almost like when I threatened Gideon when he took the Shack from us. Alex and Dana didn't believe it either when it happened. But after what he had done to Dippy Fresh, and Gideon, it was clear Dipper could stand for himself. Dipper was by no means muscular. I had more arm strength than he did... and I think Mabel did too. But after all of the monsters he had faced, some thirteen year old boy had nothing on him. Actually, maybe he does have muscle. Somewhere, y'know... in those noodle arms of his.

"I didn't get in trouble either," Dipper added. "Enough people saw what happened, so he got a suspension for three days." He wished it was longer. From the view stories he told me about the larger blonde boy that I had only seen in the scrapbook memory from last summer, he had been bothering Dipper for years. "Anyways, h-how about we move onto better topics now."

Other topics, such as where... Stan and Ford were. I had hoped to see them pick us up. Instead, Soos hadn't brought them up once. It all still remained a mystery, and with each question that was never voiced, it increased my internal worry. Where were they? Where are you, Grunkle Stan? Ford?

(Time Skip)

"And here you are. Soos is leading a tour right now, but we're closing early since you three just arrived. He wants to have a small party to celebrate your return for the summer." Melody smiled at the doorway of the attic room, watching us place our bags onto our beds. The floor, since the very last time we had stepped foot in the Shack, was swept clean. The triangular window was clean of dust, and sported no fractures. No cobwebs, or mold anywhere from what I could see. It was the exact same building from the outside, right down to the fallen S of the sign, but.. slightly cleaner. Still has that odd smell to it, I thought with a sniff. Place still has the old smell... perfect.

It was perfect. Clean, and not a health hazard, but continued to have the signs of age and wear. The green shirt Soos always wore fit comfortably over her body, complete with brown hat. It was a strange sight at first, seeing Soos in Stan's tux. Of course, it wasn't his personal tuxedo. The younger male had to have gone out and bought it himself, but the fez was the same.

"Thanks, Melody. By the way, what was with that creepy goblin statue in the gift shop?" Dipper's question made the young woman laugh, holding a hand over her mouth.

"That would be Soos' attempt to make a statue in your uncle's honor. It's sweet, but the eyes and smile are a little creepy." Yeah... that's going to scare me for a while. She closed the door, and I dropped onto my bed.

"Ooh, man. I missed this." The kids laughed, and Mabel dove into her suitcase to begin unpacking. "Seriously, I miss this room more than you think."

"Nice of her to clean it up too." Dipper looked around the room. Some items, like the odd machine at the foot of his bed and all of the stuff underneath the loft by the door were still there. But the mattresses were new. In fact, all of the beds were. All were on legs now, but Mabel's was the only one to maintain a headboard. "This feels nice, doesn't it? We haven't even done much yet."

"And we already accomplished so much!" Mabel spun around, having pinned up the few posters she brought with her. She held up her hands, and showed splinter-free hands. "The walls have been sanded too!"

"Well, with all of the renovations after this place was destroyed last summer, it wouldn't surprise me." Now that I think about it, wouldn't that mean Ford's study had survived Weirdmageddon? It wasn't actually part of the house, and while I was unsure if the entrance to it was still around, the actual room should still be there. After all, we did burn all of the Bill memorabilia. I had even seen the lab itself in my final days. It was fine, which meant that should be too.

"And we don't have to make our beds either." No, we did not. Mabel had her pink blankets and stuffed toys placed at the end, Dipper had his patched-up blue blanket, and I had my cream colored comforter. He placed his bag at the foot of the bed, while Mabel kept her suitcase open, just as they had done last summer. As for me, I slid my suitcase under the bed and left my book bag by the side. I'll move my clothes and some medical stuff into the dresser later. "They really prepared for us."

"More so than we could say for Stan... where is he?" I ran a hand through my ponytail, wincing at a small knot at the end of it. "You don't think something bad happened to him and Ford, do you?" Mabel jumped off her bed, and dropped onto mine.

"Maybe they're planning a surprise entrance for us. Soos did say they were closing early for a party." Dipper thought over that reasoning, and it did seem pretty likely. True, we could got with the scary approach and say something... bad, had happened, but Mabel's idea seemed pretty realistic.

"True. That could be it." He moved over to my bed, and sat down on my other side. Sighing, he looked around our small room, before giving a laugh. "Hehe. It's funny, you know? It seems like we were only just here a few days ago."

"Well, with all we went through, it makes sense." I wrapped an arm around Mabel, brushing my fingers through her hair. "I... I missed this place." Scary memories and nightmares aside, a part of me missed the town, more than I was willing to admit. Piedmont helped with my healing process, but Gravity Falls was more home than that. If I only could stay here, heal, and be with the twins. Shame that was not something could work. "Let's head downstairs. Judging from how quiet it is, I guess the tours are over."

Getting up from the bed, we headed towards the door before Dipper stopped short in front of me. "Wait." He ran back to his bag, and we watched him drop the brown furry hat onto his head. Wendy's hat. He did wear it back in Piedmont, but unlike his old baseball hat, it was a lot warmer. Mabel and I had to force him to stop wearing it on warmer days or else he'd get faint. True, it was still summer, but Oregon was cooler. That and the amount of trees blocking the sun helps. "Now I'm ready." The flaps covered his ears, and it sank a little in the front of his head, but he looked extremely proud and excited I couldn't help but chuckle. Not in a teasing way, but how infectious his attitude was.

He moved past me, and took the lead in exiting the room and going down the stairs. Our footfalls echoed down the wooden steps, and Dipper guided us into the gift shop. Just like when we arrived, over by the eyeball statue was the creepy stone sculpture of Stan. The base read that he was the founder, and he was leaning on his 8-ball cane. Wow, he made that mouth way too large. Sparing a glance over my shoulder, I saw Mabel had gone over to Melody as she was ringing in the last customer, and Soos was returning from outside after bidding the tour bus farewell. Dipper moved up alongside me in looking at the Stan rock, just as confused as I was.

"The eyes really freak me out," he whispered, low enough for Soos not to hear. "It's like it's staring at me."

"Yeah, but very crookedly." I stood up on my toes, and narrowed my eyes as if to force my glasses to zoom in. "Weird..."

"HELLO!"

"Aah!" The two of us screamed, and I stumbled backwards onto the floor as I lost balance. Dipper got my arm as I went down, and ended up falling next to me. The loud voice erupted into a fit of giggles, and a blue head popped out from behind stone Stan.

"What's up, Elaine? Did you miss me?" Of course it'd be Kat. The younger teen's face was split into a wide grin, clearly amused by our reactions. I could hear Mabel's laughter by the counter as well, before hearing a gasp and her footsteps dashing out of the door. Judging from that exit, I bet her friends came over too. "Give me your hand."

"Missed you too, you nut." She pulled me to my feet, and Dipper got to his own without the help. "Our other member of our group should be here in a few days."

"I know. Pacifica kept me updated. A little odd to see at first, and her parents hate it, but Lazy Susan pays her pretty well so they let her continue." Her appearance hadn't really changed since the last time I had seen her, except the jean jacket she had worn during Pioneer Day around her waist was now actually being put to use. "Me and the girls are here for the party."

"Dipper! My girls are here!" The three of us turned to the door, seeing Mabel had thrown it open. Grenda and Candy were right behind her, smiling and waving. Right behind them, wearing the blue and white pine tree hat that she took from the boy beside me, was the other girl in my squad.

"Hey, Dipper." Wendy walked past the girls, who immediately began walking about what had happened since they had last seen each other, and smirked down at twin. "How've you been?"

"Wendy! It's been, uh... great. Great, hehe. You... still have my hat." Wow, does he sound awkward. It could have been the previous crush he had on her before it faded away, but I guess it was still hard to have a decent conversation with her. More oddness he has to outgrow, I suppose.

"And you still have mine." Her eyes trailed to me, the humor appearing to dial back. "Hey, Elaine." She reached forward, and I welcomed the hug. She still smells of pine needles. "Miss college girl."

"Yeah, yeah. Not yet, and you know that. Give me some time to figure that mess out." I released her, and smoothed out my flannel. "This is... a pretty small party." Grenda, Candy, the twins, Kat, Wendy, me, Soos, and Melody. Pacifica was working, and Asger wasn't going to be there until the end of the week. "What can we do with nine people?"

Melody walked around the counter, and over to our little huddle. Mabel and the girls moved closer to us, so we could all hear what she had to say. "We have some chips and dip. Soos had also told me about some board games in a closet that we could play."

"I believe I know which closet you're talking about, but let's try and choose one that won't risk our lives." It was the first day. I was still having my mind adjust and not break down on me. If I was going to dive into the weirdness of the town, then I wanted a bit of a warning. Just... wind down, and enjoy this. It's the first day back. Nothing is going to go crazy so soon. Yet the gnomes all happened within a few days, despite it feeling all rushed due to my adjustment period... "yeah, let's worry over stuff at a later date."

(Time Skip)

I snatched a ruffled chip from the bag, and took the jar from Kat's hands. Aw, ranch dip. This is a good day. Wendy, Kat, and I were circled around the floor in front of the TV, sharing tales of what school had been like this year. Melody, Soos, and the kids had adjusted the couch so that they could sit on that and reach the table in the room. The cards were divided up, and while I could not tell what game they were playing, it seemed Mabel was winning.

"I think Stan taught her," Kat said though a mouthful of chips. "She's doing way too well."

Wendy laughed, and reached her hand out for the dip jar. "Bet she'd do really well as the future owner of the Mystery Shack if Soos ever retired. Not like when she tried to run it last year, but with some training."

"I can actually see that. But it won't happen. Mabel has ideas on craft stores, making a line of sweaters, and other stuff like that." It surprised me that they were actually good ideas. They weren't as childish as I would've thought they'd be, and the sweater one could really work. How many kids were that quick with a pair of needles and that skilled in making clothing?

The laughter from the small table made me smile, before a frown worked its way to the surface. "Hey, um... I'm gonna... get something to drink. I'll be right back." Ignoring the slightly confused looks, I got to my feet and retreated to the kitchen. I could hear the girls' voices pick up again, diving back into a previous conversation topic we last had on her relationship with the missing member of our group.

I fished into the fridge, bringing out a can of Pitt Cola. The room was dark, as we didn't have all of the lights on in the house since it was still daylight outside. Not pitch dark, but as dark as a room could get with only a window to offer light. It actually reminded me a little of when I went to get a drink during Summerweenm except with... less fight-or-flight. Saws and gasoline bins are still in here. Guess Soos didn't change as much as I would've thought. Now, the room was more like a sad depressed corner, instead of the feeling of being pressured for answers. "Why isn't anyone answering properly on where they are?" No straight answers, and no clear answers from the walkie-talkie. "Grunkle Stan... I miss you." I slumped on a seat at the table, staring down at the cracked open pink can. "You, and Ford..."

A rapping sound came from the door on the residential side of the Shack, instead of the gift shop. "Elaine! Can you get that?" Mabel's voice rang out from the living room, and I got back to my feet again.

"I got it!" I hurried to the door, and quickly readjusted my ponytail while still holding my drink. Grasping the knob, I opened the door with a quickly thrown-on smile. "He... oh..." They... they are...!

"Guess you weren't expectin' to see me, huh, kiddo?"

"... Grunkle Stan!" The shout left me, and I scrambled to put the can on the stairs before throwing myself into the man's arms. His rough chuckles filled the small space, as I gripped the dark brown jacket he was wearing. A light blue t-shirt was visible underneath, as he had the coat unzippered. The golden necklace he wore was hanging from his neck, complete with dark brown pants and filthy mud covered brown sneakers. A red toque was on his head, showing signs of being worn for long periods of time, possibly from out on the boat. "Y-you're back!"

"I believe Soos never told them like you requested?" Snapping my head back, I grinned at the other twin right behind Stan. Ford, still in his usual outfit, tucked a red book away into the inside of his tan coat. His face brightened as he saw I had turned my attention to him, and held a hand out. I quickly reached a hand out from the hug and shook it, earning a small laugh from him. "You weren't expecting us, were you?"

"You have any idea how bothered I was when I couldn't get any reply on if you were or not? Soos wasn't being clear, and you kept avoiding the subject during the chats!" I finally released Stan, and turned to look back into the Mystery Shack. "Hey, guys! Get out here! Your uncles' have arrived!" The instant the word 'uncle' left me, the rush of the twins' feet greeted my ears. The two slid to a stop at the opposite door, and broke into bright grins.

"Grunkle Stan! Great Uncle Ford!" The names were shouted together, and they rushed the men as I jumped to the side to avoid being brought down. Dipper skid to a halt, but Mabel wasted no time in tackling both in a hug, trying to wrap her arms around both at the same time. "You're here!" She looked up at them with stars in her eyes, and I could see Ford was slightly taken aback by the action. So... I'm still the only other one beside Stan who gets an odd reaction whenever they hug him?

"Hehe. Nice to see you two again too. Stan pried the girl off of them, and tousled her hair. "Sorry for keepin' you three in the dark, but we figured you'd appreciate the surprise."

"Does this mean you'll be here all summer?" Dipper asked, turning from him to Ford, fists clenched in excitement and bouncing on his heels.

"Yes, we will be here until you return to Piedmont," he answered. "Our time in the Arctic proved beneficial, and we had encountered countless other sea creatures as well." His eyes flickered to me, and suddenly, it felt like a snowball of painful memories was rolling down a hill, getting bigger and bigger and ready to crash into my shack of composure. Ford... knew about what had happened last summer. We... I never-not once had I brought it up again to him. Sure, I had spoken to Mrs. Bolivar about it, but only Ford knew who did it. What his personality was like, and how manipulative he could be.

"That's great!" Dipper shouted, oblivious to my discomfort. "I've been doing so much research and taking my own notes on what happened last summer, and possible supernatural experiences around Piedmont."

"He's been planning this for weeks." Mabel elbowed him in the side, as he smiled sheepishly at her. "Dipper keeps hoping you're going to show him new mystery stuff."

Ford opened his mouth to respond, only for Stan to hold up a hand. "Yeah, we're all really excited about what's in the forest. How's about we all go inside and continue whatever party Soos has going on in there." His twin gave a small glare, but relented to the idea.

"Fine, but give me a few minutes with Ela-" Nope! I was by no means ready for this conversation. I had not expected him to appear out of the blue like this, and I wanted to be ready for it. This? This wasn't allowing me to prepare for anything!

"Yeah, let's go inside," I interrupted before he could finish. "I really wanna know what you two had been up to since we last seen each other." Before he could stop me, I sprinted back into the house, and caught the faint hurt expression flash on his face as the other three had looks of confusion. I'm just... not ready yet.

(Time Skip)

3rd POV

The elevator still worked, which was no surprise to him. What were the chances of it breaking down while he was away? Very minimal, actually. The odds were small, and he had no concern about the off-chance something went wrong. And of course, sneaking down there was no trouble as well. The entire household was used to his disappearances throughout the rest of the summer last year, so there no problem doing it now. But he had no time to think about all of that. No, no. He had more important stuff to deal with.

That wasn't to say he wasn't bothered by Elaine's sudden ditch into the Shack, before he even had a chance to finish his sentence. It discomposed him, more than he would admit. He knew that getting her to open up upon her arrival was going to be difficult, but he knew she had to say something at some point. Throughout the rest of the day, leading right up to when she vanished into her shared bedroom, she never once looked him in the eye. Sure, she did glance his way when he told of the tale involving the giant squid, but that was as much as he got out of her. Dipper even told him, before going upstairs to bed that while Elaine's usual cheerful self was returning, she still had night terrors. Screaming, as if her life was being ripped away from her or the lives of her friends and family.

Ford wished he could've done more.

But he didn't. He never said anything during their chats through the communication device he gave her, because he didn't want to make her healing process more painful. If he was the one to trigger anything, and he wasn't there to help... it was for her own safety.

He sat down at the desk in his lab, and pulled out the book. The cover was a very nostalgic maroon, with a golden hand on the front and a number four painted on top. Flipping to one of the most recent pages, he stared down at the intricate image of an aerial view of the town itself, with multiple small crisscross markings scattered about. And right in the center of the image, drawn with quick and sharp lines, was an X, tearing through the sky itself. "Let's get to work."

I did it! Finally, GFA is officially done its editing process! And... please, if you see mistakes, let me know? I really don't want to go through the pain of 75 chapters of edits again.

In other words, because we're approaching the end of the term, I have a crazy amount of school stuff. No hiatuses, because we are way too new at the sequel, but I might not be exactly... consistent in uploading. I'll try my best, but things are getting a little crazy.

And now that we have finally set up the introduction, we can get into more interesting things! Sorry if this chapter was a little lackluster, but it was needed.

Until next time!

Angel