A N: To own or not to own, this is the question. And the answer is that I don't own Community.

A N 2: I'm sorry for insulting J/B and A/A shippers on the author note of my previous chapter. It wasn't intentional. It's just that I've got a weird sense of humor. And that I usually write those notes in some sort of Delirium given by a demonic possession.

A N 3: If you want to read a better Hector/Marrrrr Fanfic, I suggest you "Intermediate Questing" from "theonceandfuturekiki". If you have already read it (Or you have masochistic tendencies) you can keep reading this Fic.

Jeff, Annie, Shirley, Troy, Abed

People were gathered outside the prison.

In the back of the large crowd, our heroes were watching worriedly as a group of yellow shirted guys was placing wooden barrages between the prison entrance and the noisy mob. Meanwhile, some seemingly wounded red shirted guys were guarding a wooden spear stuck in the ground, a black orb on his top.

"I hope she's fine…" Troy muttered. He then took a lick from his ice-cream.

Shirley hummed in agreement, taking her a lick from her ice-cream too.

Annie gave them a confused look, "Guys, why do you have Ice-Cream?"

Troy shrugged, "We didn't manage to bail Pierce out of prison like those…" He shuddered, "… Weird people from that wand shop suggested us to do, so we went to that Tavern there…" He pointed to a nearby tavern, the words "Historical Ice-Cream House" Written on a sign on his door, "… and drowned our sorrows in Ice-Cream…" He cut off a sob, "… It didn't work, through."

Shirley gave him a side armed hug, careful not to drop her ice-cream.

Jeff gave them a bewildered stare, "Seriously, guys? That's all you did since you left us? You bought ice-creams?"

"With our already limited money!" Annie yelled indignantly, "And without buying it for us too, no less!"

"Well, what did YOU two did since we left you?!" Shirley asked, outraged.

Annie blushed, casting her gaze to the ground. Jeff uncomfortably shifted her gaze away from Shirley, briefly casted it on Annie, and then hurriedly set it away from his friends.

An awkward silence spoiled by the crowd's buzz filled the air.

They were passionately making out.

Annie gasped, "Abed!"

"Not cool, man." Jeff scoffed, annoyed.

I wasn't supposed to reveal that?

"You weren't even supposed to WATCH that!" Annie shouted, earning some weird glances from the nearby bystanders. She muttered an apology to them, blushing harder than before.

Interesting relationship development. It appear that the only way for you two to act accordingly to your feelings is when you're alone, away from the group. I wonder what that will bring to the Group dynamics next season.

"What are you talking about, Abed? We're not…"

But before he could finish, horns were being played by two of the yellow shirted guys.

From the now open door of the prison exited Jeff's and Annie's doubles.

The four friends stared at them, speechless, as the crowd began to quiet down.

Jeff's double took the orb out of the spear, holding it near his mouth, beginning his speech, his voice somewhat amplified.

"Citizens of Greendelia, I have grave news…" He dramatically paused as some of the members of the crowds gasped, "… Shortly after her capture perpetrated by our valiant Policepersons, Britta "The Scourge" of the Perrault Clan has tried to evade our constant watch, aided by a yet-to-identify Dark Wizard…" (The four friends literally facepalmed) "… But fear not, my honest citizens, because, thanks to the intervention of our fair Great Commander …" He gestured toward the Annie-Look-Alike, who awkwardly curtsied before discretely giving him a light smack on the shoulder "… the Scourge and her evil accomplice has been recaptured!" This earned cheers from the crowd, "… As we speak, both she and her co-conspirator are being transported to the Palace's Dungeons, way better place to contain their newfound destructive power. Unfortunately, because of the current state of events, I am forced to postpone The Scourge's trial as we have to elaborate yet more charges against her…" The crowd collectively groaned, "… In the meantime, however, you can all enjoy her partner in crime's trial in replacement for hers, which will begin in two days at best…" Some members of the crowd grunted begrudgingly, "…So, return to your homes, my fateful citizens, and fret no more over those matters. Everything is under control."

The people in the crowd stayed still.

Annie's double took the orb away from Jeff's Double's hand, "Clear the way, Civilians, the show is over; don't force me to arrest you all for Petty Rioting. Again."

The citizens hastily drifted away.

Annie's double put back the orb on the spear, leaving the square shortly after, Jeff's double quickly reaching her.

"So…" Jeff began as his double went away, "… Why there is a fantasy version of me?"

Silence.

"Abed?" Jeff asked impatiently.

No answer was heard.

"Abed!" Troy shrieked, "… please, that's not funny, where are you?"

They could almost hear the crows from the nearby park.

"Guys…" Annie began, a worried look casted toward Troy, "… I believe we've lost Abed."

Britta

Britta jerked awake as cold water was being thrown at her.

No more in the interrogation room, she was now lying on an uncomfortable bed inside a new cell. The barred window up on the tall wall was filtering the moonlight inside her cell. A chair was in the middle of the room, Fake-Annie sitting on it, an empty bucket near her.

She quickly jerked up, coming to a sitting position.

"You're awake…" Fake-Annie said matter-of-factly.

Britta indignantly gasped, "That's because you threw water at me, you…"

"I was tired to wait for you to wake up…" Fake-Annie cut her off, "… I need to talk to you."

Britta's eyes went wide, "Talk as in "A nice little chat between ladies" or talk as in "I will beat you till you bleed brain matter"?"

Fake-Annie slightly blushed, "Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone else."

Britta disbelievingly looked at her, "And why have you now changed your mind?"

"The Scourge, the real Scourge, would never depend to any man for anything, let alone her escape. This means you're not her." Britta felt sick, realizing only now how much she depended on Pierce to get her freedom back.

Fake-Annie frowned, "Of course, this generates a whole range of possibilities. You could be a decoy, or a shape-shifter, or maybe her sister, or her clone…" Fake-Annie stopped, "… no, that would be stupid."

"I'm nothing like that…" Britta began, interrupting Fake-Annie's ramblings, "… I'm just… An adventurer. Yes, an adventurer that happens to look like the Scourge."

"An Adventurer…" Fake-Annie said with a faraway look, "… I used to be an Adventurer like you, once, you know. They were different times. Harder times."

She shook her head and rose from her sit, "Well, I leave you to your sleep. I was here only to communicate you that I'm afraid you will be our guest until we figure out who you really are or we capture the real Scourge. Good night." She almost knocked at the door before turning her head towards her, "Don't sleep too deeply, through, I might want to talk to you again."

She knocked at the metal door. The guard behind it quickly opened the door for her.

The door closed, the sound of a key being turned heard shortly after.

Silence filled the cell as Britta, still wet, and tried to return to sleep. She closed her eyes.

And Plot Twist!

Britta opened her eyes, "… Abed?" She almost yelled before remembering of the guard outside.

Hi, Britta.

"Where the hell were you?!" She shout-whispered, "Thinking about it, why are you here?"

I sensed your character when Fantasy-Jeff was giving his Winger Speech to the crowd. You were nearby enough to hijack my mind into yours…

Britta made a disgusted face, "Abed, that's a wrong thing to do! I feel violated now."

I don't see your problem. However, you are now in the Palace's Dungeons. They must have used the underground tunnels to bring you here without the crowd noticing it and lynching you, believing you as the real Scourge.

"Yeah, speaking about that, what's wrong with my friends' doubles…?" She frowned, "… Speaking of which, why there are my friends' doubles here?!"

This, Britta, is a question that can be answered only by showing you some back-story of this world. And there's only a way for me to do that…

Britta's eyes bulged out, "Abed, I swear, if you're about to do what I'm thinking you're about to do…"

… INFODUMP!

Britta's passed out as pain blossomed in her mind, memories filling it.

It always works.

Fantasy-Annie

Lady Anna Vogel, fourth in line of succession to the throne of the Riverside Principality, was admiring the stars from the balcony of her room, her hands resting on the balustrade, only dressed in her nightgown.

She sighed as she casted her gaze on the ground far below her.

"I wonder if a quick jump would end my misery..." She contemplated, as the ground seemed more and more inviting as seconds passed.

Her father had leaved her when she was very little to her mother, a major player in Riverside's political games, who had always seen her more as another mean to achieve her way to the throne than as a daughter.

Since the day she was born, she had been instructed by an endless amount of strict private teachers to become the heir of the kingdom, never receiving the affection of her mother, too busy plotting the assassinations of the other contenders to the thrones, her only company the books of the library, filled with magic, heroes and True Love. When she was alone, she often fantasized to escape there, away from everything.

When she was twelve, she discovered that her music educator was a fugitive from a faraway land. She promised him to not denounce him if he taught her something else instead of singing. He taught her fencing for five years before he had to run away again, his identity exposed by her mother to the authorities. He was the closest thing to a friend she had.

And to top all the years of hell she had to suffer, weeks ago her mother had combined her marriage with Lord Edward, second in the line of succession to the throne, remembering only now to inform her. She didn't want to marry him. It wasn't that she didn't like him, he was… nice. It was just that he was her cousin, and she had met him only eight times before, and during all of that eight times he usually disappeared with his friends in the woods for long periods of time to do what he always referred to as "A Long Ride".

Anna often wondered what that meant.

She sighed again, somberly looking at the sky. She saw a shooting star.

"I wish something would happen to change my life…" Anna whispered, a tear coming from one of her eyes.

"Cool." A deep, emotionless voice behind her said, startling her.

She turned. Inside her chamber, in the middle of the room, was standing a man his arms folded on his chest, his face hidden under a black hood.

"W-what?" She asked, too shocked to scream for help.

"I mean, it's cool outside, you should come in." The man replied.

She quickly entered her room, drawing a small sword from behind her curtain and aiming it at her intruder "Who are you? Are you here to assassinate me? Because if you're here to assassinate me, I say that you're in a world of pain, mister…" The man didn't move, unnerving her "… S-so, leave me alone, or I will stab you… I mean it!"

The stranger cocked his head aside under his cloak, "You made a wish before, right?"

Anna slightly blushed, "Yes, and it is none of your business…"

"… Because I can make it come true."

Anna froze, "… What?"

"We can make a deal…" the man said, his voice still detached, "… I can make your wish happen. I can change your life forever, in better or in worse depends on you, and I can do it right now. I will only ask for a small payment…"

"Which is…? Not that I believe you…" Anna said, her voice a bit shaky, so desperate to leave her loveless life to listen to strange man in black cloaks.

The stranger looked at her hairs, "That golden hair clip will do…" he outstretched his arm, "… Deal?"

She eyed the hand of the man warily before hesitantly shaking it, "… Deal."

"Cool." And with a swift movement, he roughly snatched the hair clip from Anna's hairs before disappearing in a cloud of purple smoke.

"Ouch…" Anna yelped. The stranger had ripped off some of her hairs.

She blinked, looking around. Nothing had changed.

"So much to believe in fairy tales, Anna…" She muttered as she went to her bed, willing to sleep off her disappointment.

Three days after Anna made her deal with the devil, she was attending her engagement party.

She was discretely crying on a bench in the corner of the large garden, an ability she learned when she was seven, trying to not get anyone's attention.

"Hi. 'Morning. What's up?"

She raised her head. Above her was standing a barefooted man dressed like one of her mother's servants. He was reassuringly smiling at her, a lute strapped behind his back.

She tried to compose herself before he noticed.

"Hey, what's wrong mountain flower?"

"Nothing…" She hastily swept a tear away from her cheek.

"Pretty girls like you shouldn't cry, it's unnatural…" She smiled shyly, "… My name is Vaughn, what's yours?"

"I'm Anna…" She said, hoping against all hopes for him not to recognize her and her status as noble.

She wanted to talk with someone nice, for once.

"And what are you doing all alone here, Anna? There's a party inside."

She glared at the entrance of the ballroom, where the guests were all chatting amicably, "… I don't want to be here..." She frowned deeply, "… Actually, I don't want to be in my life."

He stared at her, "… So leave it."

She jumped in her sit, "What?"

"As the great philosopher Eustice Whitman once said, "Living in the moment is the only way to live life""

Her eyebrows narrowed, "What does that even…"

"It means that, if you don't like your life, just change it." He said, sitting near her. He smelled like pines and squirrels. She wasn't sure if it was bad.

"But, I cannot leave my life just like that; I need to make plans…" She tried to retort.

"And so you've already failed…" He said, giving her a condescending look, "… Look, I and my friends leave this place in half an hour to go to Greendelia for their annual Hacky Sack Championship, you can come with us…" He trailed of, looking expectantly at her.

In Anna's mind flashed millions of reasons for her to not go. As she opened her mouth to politely refuse the stranger's propose, her deal suddenly returned to her mind.

"I would like to come." She found herself say.

He smiled at her, taking her hand and conducing her across the garden, away from the party, "You will not regret this."

She was already regretting her choice.

Sure, she was growing to like Vaughn, with all his quirks and oddities. Maybe she felt something more for him. He was her second friend ever, how could she not like him.

Vaughn's friends were… nice, if a bit weird. They also used to wear far less clothes she was used to see on a man, and couldn't stop themselves from performing ballads to praise her beauty.

Which was flattering at first, but after their eleventh song about her hair it just became annoying.

Not that it mattered through, with all of them dead now.

Traveling horseback through a wide road between two wheat fields, they didn't expect to be ambushed by four bandits hidden in the ears.

They had asked them to handle all their values.

Vaughn tried to reason with them, saying that they should abandon their violent ways and join him in his quest for interior peace, offering them a cloud-sighting session on which build their friendship.

Him and his friends were dead in mere minutes, Annie unhorsed, now fallen on the ground, crawling away on her back from her four assailants, her terrorized eyes never leaving them.

"Look, Juergen, what a gorgeouz woman we have here. The Valhalla must have zent her to compenzate for their poverty…" He spat on Vaughn's body, he and his friend starting laughing soon after. Annie tried hard not to cry.

"Oh, Brother, you made the little princezz here cry…" The one called Juergen said, advancing towards her, "… Not that that zpoil anything, really."

"We will juzt zay to her mother that we had found her already like that…" Another one said, hands on his belt.

"Help!" She shrieked, trying to gain as much as distance as possible from the four men.

They started to wildly laugh, "Do you azpect the dashing prince to come and zave you? Zor-ry, sister, but thiz iz real life, not a fairy tale." The one supposed to be Juergen's brother sarcastically said.

"I AM TREVOR…"

The four men raised their head, turning them around, "What the hell iz that noise…?"

"… STHEPHEN…"

They raised their head further. A black man wearing a white robe was falling on them from the skies.

"… MCGOODY…"

He descended on one of the bandits, kicking his head with a flying roundhouse kick, snapping his neck. He then landed on the bandit's shoulders, jumping from them shortly after, landing behind them.

The body of the bandit fell on the ground near Annie, his sword still in his hands. Her gaze focused on it.

The three bandits turned to face him, staring at him in horror. Juergen, first to come back to his senses, held his sword in front of him, "Come' on, he'z disarmed and alone, while there are three of uz, he cannot…" He was cut off by an uppercut of the black man aimed directly at his jaw. He flew in the air, falling few miles away.

"… AND MY PUNCHES ARE AS STRONG AS MY KICKS!" He bellowed, retreating few steps away.

"You killed Juergen…" One of the remaining bandits said shocked before charging at the man, "UND, TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL!"

A figure appeared out of thin air, making him trip to the ground with his outstretched leg.

"Actually, his genre blindness killed him…" The figure said, kneeling down near the fallen man and resting is hand on his head, "… Cool catchphrase through. INFLICT CRITICAL WOUNDS."

The fallen man began to scream as multiple injuries began to form themselves from the hand of the man and to spread on his head. He stopped screaming shortly after as the wounds began to reach his throat.

Juergen's brother, last survivor of the massacre tried to flee away. Unfortunately, he tripped on one of his friends' body, his face slamming against the ground.

He tried to rise from the ground. A foot was stomped on his back keeping him down. He raised his head and saw Anna, the bandit's sword in her hands.

"It's the Gotterdammerung…" Juergen's Brother whimpered in fear as Anna raised her sword up in the air, ready to strike.

"That's for Vaughn, you Eurotrash Stereotype!" She yelled, her eyes filled with tears and anger.

And she stroke with the might of a vengeful Valkyrie.

Anna's knees sunk on the ground.

"I've killed a man…"

Tears kept escaping from her eyes, Juergen's brother's blood still on her guilty hands, the equally guilty sword near her.

"I've killed a man and I enjoyed it…"

She tried to clean the blood on her hands with the nearby wheat, scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing and…

"Are you okay…?"

She snapped her head up, the sword already in her hands and pointed toward the speaker.

"Get away from me!" She screamed, her eyes still filled with tears, her hands still filled with blood.

"Because I could kill you…"

In front of her were her two saviors, they're eyes bulged out.

She hesitantly lowered the sword, "Sorry, I thought…"

And then the black man began to sob, "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" He hugged her tightly.

She stiffened, "Go away, I don't want to kill you…"

"Because we were Air Walking above you, and we saw those evil bandits around all those bodies, and you were there practically screaming damsel in distress, and so I did the first thing that came to my mind and fell down to save you. I DIDN'T WANT TO SCARE YOU! PLEASE, FORGIVE ME!"

"I kil… Wait, what?"

"Forgive you?" She asked, hesitant, "You… You saved my life, how could I not forgive you?"

His sobs began to calm, "Thank you…" He said breaking the hug, "I am Trevor St. McGoody, Monk, who are you?"

"I am…" she trailed off.

The four bandits knew her. Or at least they knew her mother. She had probably already put a bounty on her head, asking for her return, alive. What if her two saviors would reveal themselves her new captors? She had to think of a new name, and fast.

"I am… Caroline… Decker" She said, hoping to sound convincing.

The black man nodded, a bright smile on his face.

"He is cute" She thought, slightly blushing. Her mind went back at Vaughn and his friends.

The black man frowned, "No. No. No. No. No. No. No tears, please."

She tried to contain herself, "… Okay."

"It's better for you to travel with us…" The second man said in an emotionless tone, "… It's not safe for a woman to travel alone in those fields."

Anna's pride stirred, "Well, mister, I let you know that I took 5 years of fencing. I am completely capable of defending myself, thankyouverymuch."

The man cocked his head aside, "5 years of fencing you say?"

Troy's eyes went wide "Abed…"

"Shaman"

"… Yes, Shaman, right…" He quickly corrected himself, "… You are not thinking she can do it, right? She's scared and afraid, She will never handle the pressure."

Pride then woke up and met Wrath on his way to work.

"Sorry?" She asked, her eyes wide with anger, "I'm 18, I can do whatever I want! Tell me what's that thing I'm not capable of doing, and I will do it gladly!"

"Cool…" Abed smiled as Anna cooled down a little, "… Caroline, I'm offering you a place in my adventuring group as a fighter, what do you say?"

She gaped at him.

"I killed a man and I enjoyed every second of it. I shouldn't encourage such behavior in myself by becoming an adventurer..."

She looked at Troy, his bright smile slightly faltered by a frown.

"… But good lord if he's cute."

Marrrrr was sitting at the bar in a tavern on one of the road between Greendelia and the other countries.

People had once said that all the roads went to Greendelia. Marrrrr believed they were wrong. He knew that all the roads were running away from Greendelia.

He took a sip of his scotch as he waited for Abed to show up.

Suddenly a man in a cowboy hat sat on the stool next to him.

He groaned, "Rider, that's not the moment…"

"Oh, I think it is, Mr. Insecure…" The man said, a small crossbow on his hand, aimed at him, "… After your little riot during the Sun Chamber Ceremony, Vice King Laybourne had put a price on your head, a price so large that every bounty hunter of the kingdom will be looking for you. I'm lucky I've found you first."

Marrrrr sighed, "Look, I'm sorry for the mess I caused. I will pay my debt to the Vice King once I've found enough money to…"

"The vice king is tired of your shit, Marrrrr…" He said, "… And he has put no conditions about your health for your capture…" He smirked, "… I've been looking forward killing you for a long time."

"Yes, I'll bet you have…"

There was then the sound of a crossbow being fired.

Rider's eyes went wide. He looked down, a small bolt sunk in his chest, one of Marrrrr's crossbows still aimed at him.

"You shot first…" He whimpered as Marrrrr gave him a small push, making him fall on the ground.

"Yeah, buy the promotional T-Shirt at hell's souvenir shop when you reach it…" He turned around the tavern. Nobody had batted an eye for the man's death.

He saw Abed, sitting on a large table on the back of the local. Marrrrr frowned.

"Who the hell are those guys?"

He stood up, reaching the table, grabbing Abed's shoulder and dragging him away from the table.

"Abed…" Marrrrr began before being interrupted by his friend.

"Shaman" He corrected him.

"… Whatever, who are those people?"

"Marrrrr, do you remember when you told me to meet you at this tavern to discuss our plans for the future?"

"Yes, Ab… Shaman, it was an hour ago…"

"Cool, because, you see, us meeting in a tavern seems like a classical adventure start…"

Marrrrr pinched his nose, trying desperately to ward himself against a stress headache, closing his eyes "… Please, tell me you didn't do what I think you did…"

"I've invited those three people to join us in our oncoming quest."

Marrrrr groaned, "Shaman, we are not in an epic poem, we aren't heroes, we're fugitives! When I said that we would have discussed our plans for the future, I didn't…"

"Stop being a Jerkass, Marrrrr…" Abed-Who-Prefer-To-Be-Called-Shaman interrupted, "… give it a try. Maybe you will like the heroes' lifestyle after a while."

Marrrrr sighed, "I must be stupid…" he glared at him, "… Fine, but only because I'm desperate to leave this sewer of a country"

"Cool, now, let's go to meet the team." Abed said, him and Marrrrr advancing toward the table.