I feel bad for neglecting my stories, so here, have another one! I'll probably post one more after this because I do feel rather bad for neglecting my lovely readers. This is when I'm going to start skipping significant chunks of the cannon story line, because a lot of this is added after I wrote it the first time, so again, bear with me, I'm sorry if it doesn't feel quite right in comparison to the rest of the story. It's still pretty darned good in my opinion.
Zayls,
Again, I'm going to desperately beg you to come back. On my knees, crying pleading and begging. Seriously, I'll pull the waterworks if you'd just come back. I thought I really was starting to have things under control, and I was getting used to knowing that you wouldn't save me when I got in over my head anymore, but ever since Blakk got out of Stalagmite 17,things have been tough. I could really use some extra help right about now. Things are seriously going south with and there are Dark Bain everywhere. I don't know how secluded you are right now, but if you have no clue what's going on, that's pretty insane. But I doubt that you're completely out of the loop. And if you have one inkling of an idea of what's going on here, you should know that Slugterra needs you now more than ever. The Shane Gang is doing all it can, but I have a feeling things are about to go real south real soon, so if you could hurry up and come home, I don't think I'd be able to stress how much I'd appreciate that. Really. It's not that I just miss you more than anyone in the world; it's that I need you here to help me, to console me, to be my friend. Slugterra needs you. You're their silver slinger and they need you more than I think you realize.
So Zays, please, please, please come back fast. Safe of course, your life is more important obviously, but you need to come home soon. Not that you'll read this until you get home, but maybe you can hear my pleading all the way from wherever you are right now.
With all my hope and care,
Eli