Chapter 19: TimeWarp

Lammy screams in fear as she flies uncontrollably through the portal, limbs flailing uncontrollably as she tries to get herself in a position that won't hurt her when she finally lands. A few sparks of lightning occurred around her, and the wormhole she was hurtling through suddenly shifted from a blinding orange to a deep blue, random objects began appearing around her, and the frequency of the lightning got more aggressive. She did her best to dodge and not get hit, but a stray bolt hit her, and suddenly, she felt like she was being torn in half. When the pain finally stopped, she opened her eyes and saw herself, or someone who looked exactly like her, but before she could process or question what was happening, the two were pulled in random directions of the wormhole at high speeds.

A portal would open and drop her, dust flying upwards and gently hover around as it landed on the ground. She coughed and gagged, waving her hand to get it out of her face. Once her vision came back, she looked around and saw she was…back in the CCMC Arena? But something was different. It looked like the old theater before it was renovated; run down, broken seats, busted stage, wooden planks had fallen and busted through the floors, the wallpaper was peeling off the walls, there were holes in the ceiling, and the carpet on the auditorium floor smelled damp, like it wasn't cleaned in years. She slowly got up, patting her hands around her body, and couldn't feel her guitar…then she remembered, Scratch has it. She felt vulnerable without it. Looking around, she quickly scurried through the auditorium and to the main lobby, seeing the door was boarded up, but most of it was broken off, giving her a chance to leave.

Leaving the arena, Lammy instantly started coughing hard, gently gripping her neck. The air was dense with pollution, making it hard to breath. She covered her mouth and looked around…there were tall buildings, and neon signs everywhere. It felt like she was back in Hell, which she wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. Curiously, she looked down and started rummaging through her pockets, pulling out the guitar pick she had received while in Hell, but something was wrong.

It wasn't its usual red color anymore, any color it once had was drained from it, and it was now just a dark grey color. Her ears fold and she pocketed it, before looking upwards to the tall buildings, something catching her attention right off the bat. Standing on one of the corners of the building, staring at her, was a tall figure, hands in their pockets, and their face hidden by a snow-white colored mask with no describable features on it. She felt a chill up her spine and couldn't look away, until an odd sound had caught her attention. When she looked in it's direction for a moment, and looked back up, the figure was gone. Unsure what to do, she took another listen to that noise. It sounded like large vehicles and people marching down one of the nearby streets. Curious, she went to investigate, and froze when she poked her head around the corner and saw an army of Noodle Syndicate dummies and a tank moving away from her. What was happening? Why were the Syndicate dummies patrolling? She thought Colonel Noodle had dismantled the tanks long ago and gave the dummies their own sense of free will!

Seeing the tank had come to a full stop, she snuck over, sliding right under it, holding onto the pipes under it. She wanted to get to the bottom of this, figure out what's going on, what the syndicate is doing, and where was her guitar? And…where were the others? Taking peeks out from under the tank, she saw random citizens, trying to keep their heads down, not trying to draw attention to themselves. She couldn't see much, but after what felt like a long ride, she could see a large gate, and tall walls, and the tank was driven inside a building, and she could hear someone climbing out.

"I think something's wrong with this tank." She hears one of the syndicate dummies say.

"Eh, just leave it there, we'll drop it into the chop shop." Another one said, approaching a large button on the wall. The dummies cleared the tank, and Lammy gasped as the floor suddenly opens up under her, and she and the tank began to fall. In a panic, she quickly started to climb to the top of the tank as it slowly rotated. As she falls, she saw an intricate system of pipes, and deciding she doesn't want to see what happens when the tank lands, she jumps and grabs onto one of the pipes, just as the tank passes it all. Looking down, she could see conveyer belts and platforms below, with syndicate dummies smashing, cutting, smelting and dropping scrap metal onto other conveyer belts. Slowly, she climbed down on the pipe she was on, finding it was almost hugging the ceiling of the massive scrap yard room, and began shimming to the side, realizing that the dummies seemed to be singing a song.

"I said hey!

("HEY!")

"You!

("YOU!")

"Feed the machine,

"Bring them all back down to their knees,

"No time to waste!

"Remind the Underground,

"They ain't gonna make it out alive today!"

"The Underground?" She rose a brow as she continued shimmying across the pipe, taking notes of the room. The walls seemed reflective, there were plenty of exit doors, and there was a stage, a few people in suits, walking out to the microphone. She recognized two of them Bob and Jock, but they looked…older, much older. And with them, was an older mouse man in a lab uniform she did not recognize.

"Keep it up, boys! By this time tomorrow, we'll have some stronger weapons by the end of the week! Those weaklings in the Underground won't stand a chance!" The mouse declared, a finger in the air.

"Aside from all the other times they stood a chance…" Bob comments with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh, shut up."

"He ain't wrong, Muto." Jock said, crossing his arms. "Every time you say, 'Oh, they can't beat us now', they whoop our asses!"

"It'll be different this time, I swear!" As the three bicker, Lammy felt her fingers suddenly sliding off the pipe. She tries to grab it again, but she ends up falling.

"Oh, you say that every damn time too!" Bob growled, his fuse lighting up, only stopping when they hear a soft, but slowly growing scream. Looking up, they saw Lammy falling right onto the stage, face first. She looked up at them nervously, gulping. A smirk growing on Bob and Jock's faces.

"Well, well, well, look what we got here! If it ain't little Lammy!" Bob laughed a bit as he kneels down.

"Goddamn, you fell off the face of the earth for a while, haven't ya? Didn't even age a day!" Jock smirked as syndicate dummies started to take the stage.

"H-Huh?" Lammy felt thrown off by the comment. "Age a day? W-What does that…"

"What are you nimrods standing around for? Get her!" Muto pointed at her, which got her to scurry up to her feet and run off as the dummies gave chase, following her throughout the factory until she reached one of the exit doors, now finding herself in a clean, white hallway. An alarm started to blare out, and in a panic, she started running down one of the paths as more dummies began pouring out into the hall to chase her. She managed to get some good distance from them, dodging down one hall to the other, until she finally bumps into someone, and falls flat on her back.

"Hey, watch it!" Lammy heard a female voice and looked up, eyes widened as she's greeted by an older, taller gray sheep with long black hair, a black sleeveless shirt with a skull on the chest, stubby horns, looked somewhat toned and had a cybernetic prosthetic arm. She had a shocked look on her face as she got a good look of the red head lamb. "…Holy shit…"

"R…Rammy?"

"There she is!" A dummy calls out. "And she's with one of the Undergrounders!"

"Fuck…come on, Lammy!" The older sheep grabbed her by the wrist and started running as she pulls up her own wrist, looking behind her to see an army of dummies chasing them. "Groober, you better have that truck ready to fuckin' go!" She says, speaking into the watch she was wearing.

"Yeah, the engine's runnin', so hurry up! I don't know how much longer I can sit here before they come after me! Did you get what we came for?"

"No, but…you are not going to believe this…I'll see you out there!" She hangs up, and scoops Lammy up into her arms, who yelps as she started to pick up a little more speed. At the end of one of the halls, she could see a glass window, and saw the pickup truck just outside. "Shield yourself, Lammy!"

Lammy was still processing what was happening but did what she was told and shielded her face as the ram jumps through the window, breaking the glass before rushing through the parking lot and to the truck. She threw the door open and placed Lammy inside between her and Groober. The lamb was surprised to see the cat. Older, bigger, and some of his purple fur had turned gray.

"I…Is that…" Groober blinked.

"JUST DRIVE!" Rammy snapped, making the fat cat flinch before flooring it. She looked out the window, seeing the army stop just as they reached the edge of the parking lot. She let out a laughed and flipped them the bird before grabbing a pack of cigarettes in her pocket. It didn't take long before they lost any more potential trouble with patrolling dummies. "Alright…I think we lost them."

"Alright, so…you gonna explain what the Hell's going on here?" Groober asked, looking at the shaking lamb beside him.

"I ain't got a clue, I just ran into her while sneaking around." She says while lighting one of her cigarettes to smoke.

"W-Wait, shouldn't I be asking that?" Lammy questions. "What's going on, why is everything so different, why is the syndicate active and on the streets again. And why do you guys look so…" She pauses, looking between the two. "…so old?" Groober and Rammy looked at each other. This was going to be a little tough to approach.

"Alright…you should probably brace yourself for this." Rammy started.

"Kid, you've been gone for about thirty years…to the day, I think." Groober added, suddenly feeling the girl's eyes widen when he said that.

"That bitch, Scratch, screwed up her teleportation thing." Rammy shook her head, taking a quick puff of her cigarette as she looks at two statues, one of Captain Fussenpepper, and one of Chop Chop Master Onion. "Everything started going downhill after you left…Gaster and his friends teamed up with her, and while she had Ma-San, Katy and PaRappa wrapped around her fingers, they took control of Colonel Noodles' syndicate and just took over, turning PaRappa Town into a military state. Fussenpepper and Master Onion died during a big fight with the syndicate, but thanks to Fussenpepper, they were crippled in the weapons department, so we haven't had to worry about them potentially swarming us…And Onion took on an entire swarm of the dummies by himself just so we could escape a very hairy situation."

"…H-How are they doing? PaRappa, Katy and Ma-San I mean." She questioned, hearing a tired sigh escaping the older lamb as she looked around, seeing a ton of neon lights and adverts adorning the buildings of what use to be such a colorful city.

"Scratch ran those three into the ground for all their worth. Day in and day out she's had them playing songs, running them ragged to the point Katy and PaRappa's vocal cords had gotten severely damaged. Ma-San tried to raise Hell about it, and Scratch got them on a different contract, where they'd be released from Daemon Records, but, again, they didn't read the fuckin' fine print."

"What happened?"

"She forced them to give up their talents…adding insult to injury, she took Katy and PaRappa's voices, and Katy and Ma-San's hands. They're unable to play their instruments, or sing…or talk for that matter, in Kat and PaRap's case."

"T…They can't talk?"

"Not a fuckin' syllable."

"Speakin' of which, kid, you should probably brace yourself for things to be a little awkward…again, ya've been gone for three decades." Groober said as they drove out of the city's limits, driving passed the greeting sign of PaRappa Town, a few wooden boards nailed up and covering the word PaRappa, with white paint on it that spelled out Gaster. Lammy sat quietly in her seat, still trying to process what was happening as Rammy flicks her cigarette out the window. Listening to the radio, Lammy could hear who was singing. It sounded like it was Katy, and her voice was horsed, but her focus was cut short when Groober turned the radio off. After what felt like an hour drive, they finally arrived at their destination, an old prison. Above the main gate, covering what use to be the name of the prison was a large, slightly crooked, wooden board, painted black and in the center was a black U with a red light, giving the illusion of illuminating it.

"The abandoned penitentiary?" Lammy questions as Groober turns the truck off and they got out.

"This is where we've been hiding out. The syndicate never searches out this far, gives us a chance to breathe and plan everything out; our stakeouts, when it's good to go out and get supplies, when to spy on the syndicate Scratch, Gaster and their goons, everything." Rammy explained as they approached the busted gates.

"Speaking of which…what's Groober doing here? Isn't he friends with Gaster?"

"Not anymore." The purple cat huffed. "Couldn't stand doing what we've been doing anymore, especially once the Syndicate got involved and lives were put at stake."

"Hold it! Who's there?!" Looking up at one of the towers, they saw a pink rabbit, wielding a banjo bayonet, aiming at them.

"Just us, kid." Rammy responded, seeing her lower the weapon as they head inside. Through the lobby, and down a few halls, they reached what was once the prison's gymnasium, and Rammy looked down at the younger lamb by her side. "Alright, just hold back for a second…the others will need to prepare themselves.

"O-Okay." She nodded, looking down, fidgeting with her fingers as the two grownups stepped inside.

"Hey, welcome back you two. Were you able to get the guitar?" Lammy's ears twitched…that sounded like Sunny's voice.

"No, they fuckin' moved it again…" Rammy huffed, arms crossed. "But we did come across something…better? Come on in, kid." Rammy and Groober stepped aside, and the door slowly opened as Lammy poked her head through the crack and instantly, she was greeted by surprised gasps and murmurs. Her friends and most of her teachers were there. She gulped and nervously stepped into the room, her eyes shifting down to the floor as she poked her index fingers against each other. She looked up and around, seeing most of the teachers explaining to others who she is and what was happening, but she felt a group of eyes staring at her, and the second she made eye contact, she couldn't look away from them. Outside of being older and bigger, there were either a few small differences than what she remembered, or drastic differences.

PaRappa was shorter than everyone, even Ma-San was taller than him, though he was about her height, and he had a gray collar with a speaker around his neck, which, Katy was also sporting. He had an exhausted look on his face, some piercings down his left ear, instead of his normal blue tank top, he wore a white one, and his orange beanie had pink, blue and yellow patches on it, as if he's been repairing them several times.

Katy's hair was longer and had a gray tint to it, she still had the patches of burned fur on her arms from when she was hugging Lammy during her literal nuclear meltdown, and much like PaRappa, she had an exhausted look in her eyes, aside from that, not a lot has changed. Though, she and Ma-San were wearing metallic gloves.

Ma-San had a bundle of dynamite sticks poking out of her head now with really long wicks that all curled up together into a ponytail, but she had a change of wardrobe by the looks of it, now opting for a more casual look of a red long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Everyone else just looked older, tired, and worn out, the only noticeable thing was Sweety and PJ being bigger than the others, in height and weight. Some, like Matt and Sweety, just like Rammy, had cybernetic enhancements, Matt having a replaced leg, and Sweety had a replaced left hand. Though, there was someone new who was sticking out to Lammy like a sore thumb. There was a male sheep standing next to Katy. He had long curled up horns, short brown hair with a streak of gray running across it, black fingers and wore a white shirt with black jeans and suspenders. She noticed he seemed to be just as surprised as the others were seeing her. She brushed it off, and her eyes shift to the floor. She cleared her throat after a moment of awkward silence.

"H-Hey, guys…" She greeted.

"…Hey." PJ greeted first, looking down at her. "It, uh…it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah…thirty years or so." Paula ran a hand through her hair.

"Didn't think we'd see ya again." PaRappa's lips didn't move, but his voice played through the speaker on his collar, which caught Lammy off guard, he could tell by the way she slightly recoiled in response. He rubbed the back of his head as he adjusted the collar. "We'll have to explain what these are…" A soft chuckle escaped from the voice box.

"Yeah…who's this, by the way?" She asked, looking towards the male sheep. Katy's eyes drifted down a bit, as if trying to figure out how to approach the situation. Just, had to be gentle about it.

"Lammy, this is my boyfriend, Lars." Her voice came out of the speaker on her collar, but she could've sworn she could hear the sound of shattering glass.

"Hey there." Lars smiled, approaching the stunned lamb, crouching down to make eye contact. "I've heard quite a lot about you since I joined these guys. They really missed ya, ya know?" He gave her a playful punch on the shoulder, and she flinched, rubbing where he nudged her as she awkwardly walked pass him, and approached the others.

"…Smooth introduction, Lars…" He said to himself before standing up, turning to look at her. They could tell she was still trying to process everything going on.

"H-How long, have you two been together?" She asked, looking up to the older feline.

"A few years…" She crossed her arms, eyes shifting to the side, away from the lambs gaze as her ears fold to the side. Lammy looked at him, seeing him scratch the back of his head, hand in his pocket, a bashful look on his face. Before this could go on, and potentially get worse, Matt cleared his throat and approached her.

"He-Hey, how about we show you around and how things work around here? I think that's a wonderful idea, don't you? Great, let's go!" He suggests, putting an arm on her back and starts pushing her away from the group. The tour lasted for a bit, given how big the prison was. Matt himself, Sunny's dad and Colonel Noodle work in the gym, strategizing plans and potential attacks against the rogue syndicate, Sunny, Sweety, Paula, PJ, and PaRappa work in the kitchen, making meals. Rammy and the moose sisters train newcomers in the yard, The Rappa family, Ma-San and Katy work on weapons and gadgets. As for everyone else, if they weren't training, they were passing the time with some games and music. Occasionally a group would go out and scout the town, get supplies, food, equipment, scrap metal, whatever they could get their hands on while they were out.

"And finally, we have the holding cells, where everybody sleeps in. Pretty much, if you find an open bed, go ahead and take it." Matt explained.

"Okay…so, what am I going to be doing?" She asked, looking up to the older dog.

"Well, for right now, just take some time to familiarize yourself with the base, get to know everybody, reacquaint with the others, and we'll see what you can do for the team."

"Alright." She nods, smiling softly as he returned the gesture.

"Okay then, with that, I'm going to get back to planning with the others…and Lammy? Welcome back." He smiled at her before walking off. Unsure of what else to do, she followed suit…she still wasn't all too familiar with the place and didn't want to get lost on the first day.

"Alright. So, you know the plan?" Bob questioned.

"Let Gaster and Scratch know what's goin' on and try to sneak out before we get stuck trying to hunt the kid down." Jock responds, recapping his friends plan.

"Atta boy!" He smirks, patting his rocky friend's back.

"What's going on, fellas?" A voice spoke up, and they jumped, turning around to see Gaster, hands behind his back, smirk on his face like always. He still wore his purple blazer suit after all these years and had some beard stubble over his face. He cocked a brow, watching the two stumble and yelp as they turn to face him.

"Geezus, Gaster! How many times we gotta tell ya not to sneak up on us?!" Bob snapped, his fuse lighting up again.

"I can't help it if it's this easy. Now, what's up, what'd you need to tell me?"

"That Lammy girl, she's back!" Jock nodded his head, seeing the smirk quickly vanish.

"Is she now? Ohhh, that's great!" He laughed a bit. "Where's she been?"

"She just kinda showed up, apparently she snuck in by hitching a ride under the tanks. Think Scratch accidentally sent her into the future….or…present time." Bob shrugs.

"Alright…mental note, spikes under the next assortment of tanks…" The rabbit tapped his chin, smirking a bit. "Alright, I'll let Scratch know, and we'll see where we go from there. You guys keep doing your patrols and make sure nobody's sneaking in." He said before walking off, his shoes tapping against the floor, causing an audible echo down the halls. The two glared at him before walking the opposite direction.

"Dude's been a pain in the ass since Groober bailed on us." Bob huffs, putting his hands in his pocket.

"Don't blame him. Dude was his best friend, and he just switches sides on us." Jock shook his head as they continued down the hall.

"Yeah, but he could be less of a douche about it…"

That night while looking around the prison, Lammy had found a large hole in the ceiling, with piles of sturdy boxes leading right up to it. Curious, she decided to climb up the tower, finding herself at the roof of the prison. Looking around, she saw the ocean, the roof giving her a wide view of the waters, the moon rising over it, it, and the stars shining brightly above, shimmering in the reflection of the waters. She stared out, sitting and hugging her legs as she stared out, listening to the faint waves crashing against the shores, trying to reflect on everything that's happened so far. She honestly started to lose track of time…

"…Can't sleep either, huh?" She jumped at the sudden voice behind her, and looking around, she saw PaRappa poking his head out.

"…N-No, just thinking…" She admits as he climbs out to sit with her.

"About what?" His voice spoke through the speaker on his collar. It was still unnerving to her.

"Just…you know…things…"

"Like uh…what happened at the Master Onion Arena?" He looked at her as he laid down, hands under his hat. She went quiet, suddenly, which was enough of a yes for him. "Ya know, I can't really speak for the others, I don't even know if they still think about it, but…I'm not mad at you about what happened." He notices her ear twitched as she turns to look at him over her shoulder.

"…How? I almost destroyed the entire city and killed you guys in the process. How can you not hate me or be pissed with me for something that extreme?"

"It's…well, honestly, it's complicated, Lammy. I mean, you know how much of a pacifist I am, I'm the same guy who forgave the dude who nearly turned all the food in the city into noodles. Plus, I still think you had every right to be mad…being stuck in Hell for half a year, seeing Katy and Ma-San replace you with Rammy…I think anyone would be angry in that situation."

"…Enough to destroy everything in a twenty-mile radius…?"

"Well…uh…okay, I guess anyone with common sense would see the issue there…"

"Exactly…" She looks back out to the ocean, sighing, ears folding down. "Maybe some of the others shares your sentiment, who knows, everyone looks surprised to see me, after how many years I've been gone…but on the other hand, they probably don't want me around here, risking another mini apocalypse for the city…"

"You might just be over thinking it all…" He sits up, putting a hand on her back, patting her. "Honestly, I'm glad I intervened and took that vocal assault that night. The other outcome probably would've been a lot worse, a sore ego can be dealt with instead of the death of thousands…besides, even if you feel like you should take the blame, it's just as much our fault as it is yours…we really should've read that contract front to back. If we knew things were gonna end up like this, we wouldn't have signed off on them. But, you know what they say about hindsight…it is what it is, but all of this should be an easy fix."

"I'm still not fully clear on the plan you guys have. What exactly is it?"

"Easy. We try to steal your guitar back and have Sunny use her pendant to send you back to that night, hopefully after you got sent through the portal into the future, with luck on our side you'll land right on top of Scratch and knock her out, giving you a chance to grab those contracts we signed, and tear them up, saving our timeline, and the city! There's just…one really big obnoxious problem we've been dealing with ever since we started this Underground resistance…they keep moving your guitar around. No matter what intel we get, even with our spies who are inside their base right now, we're always too late to nab it. No matter how fast we act or how stealthy we approach it, they move it right out of our reach, just enough so we can't grab it. Maybe, now that you're here, our luck can turn around."

"I don't know about that, but I can at least do what I can…" She says, looking down at her feet. PaRappa looked at her, wondering if there was something he could do to get her mind off of everything, but nothing was coming to mind. He wanted to show that even after all this time, they were still friends, even if the others wouldn't be on board with the idea, given how long it's been, and the note the lamb left them on after vanishing. Those who blamed her would probably just dismiss him and his idea to just brush it all under the rug, forgive her, and just be friends again. Some of them, like Ma-San and Paula, blamed Lammy for all of this. PaRappa will always see it differently, if he had just read the fine print, they could've avoided all of this…but at the same time, what would've happened if Lammy didn't get transported after the fight? Would she have skipped town and never come back? Quit music altogether? Rough it out in the streets in some random city and make it hard to find her?

The idea just didn't sit right in his stomach. Anyone who spent time dedicating their life to music the way she and the others have, shouldn't have to give it up. PJ would be on his side about this, at least, he hoped he would be. Why would his own best bud not agree with him on this?

"Say, how about we head back in and listen to some music?" He suggests, sitting up to look at the lamb.

"…I don't know, I think I'm just going to turn in early. Not really in the mood for it…" She stood up and walked back to the hole in the roof. "Thanks for the offer though, PaRappa."

"No problem." He gave her a soft smile. "And Lammy, again, for what it's worth, it's good seeing you again." She paused a bit, ears folding a bit. Surprisingly, it was hard to tell if he was being genuine, or just wanted her to get over what's going on, because she'll be stuck here for a while.

"It's…good to see you too PaRappa." She walked down the stairs, leaving the older dog by himself. He could tell she was having a hard time seeing his honesty, but he still couldn't really blame her. He sighed before looking up to the night sky.

"Sensei…if there was any a time I could use your wisdom…now would be one of those times. Things just got really weird with Lammy coming back out of the blue, and I can just feel the tension being tugged to its limit with her being here. I'm going to try and keep things under control, but…damn I wish you were here. You'd probably know what to do…" He stared at the stars for a moment, expecting some kind of answered, only to receive nothing in response. He sigh, stood up, and got ready to head into turn in for the night.

"PaRappa-San…" His ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice, and he looked around, confused at the sudden voice, but when he looked up, he saw the stars above swirling about, clouds forming, and the center of the formation began getting brighter, as a silhouette of a familiar onion figure appeared before he finally came into view, in his classic blue karate robes.

"T-Teacher!" The dog clapped his hands together before bowing.

"It is a strange matter of circumstances you and your friends have found yourselves in. Lammy's sudden return, it's definitely thrown a spanner into the operation…but for who's operation, I cannot tell." Master Onion rubbed a finger against his chin.

"What are we going to do, sensei?" PaRappa asked. "I'm more worried about our friend circle…thirty years, and she suddenly appears, not even a day older than when she was taken. And knowing how everybody else feels about what happened that night, there's this air of awkwardness here at home base now, and I think it's going to make things more complicated for us."

"…I agree." The onion man put his hands to his sides, closing his eyes. "I'm afraid there's more than likely no easy way around this. It's going to be hard to approach the situation, no matter what way you look at it. If I were to suggest something…intervene every now and then, but not too often. Let her interact with the others and try to rebuild the kinship you all shared on her own. Only intervene if things look like they're going to get out of hand. That's all I'm able to tell you, I'm afraid."

PaRappa sighed, looking down at the roof tiles under his feet. "…Do you think we'll actually win this fight, Sensei?"

"I cannot say for certain, my student. Nevertheless, I wish you all the best of luck. See you next time." Master Onion bows before fading away, the clouds slowly fading away, leaving the dog alone. Hands in his pockets, PaRappa made his way back inside, and went to the bedding areas, stopping when he saw Lammy resting in one of the beds, tossing and turning in her sleep, having knocked the blanket she had on the floor. He smirked slightly and picked it up, covering her again, which seemed to be enough to get her to stop tossing. He gave her a gentle pat on the head before going to one of the cells he normally took up, which neighbored Sunny. Sitting down, he took his old beanie off and sat it on the stand next to his bed, rubbing his face a bit and sighing before laying down, staring up at the ceiling of the cell.

Tomorrow would be another day…hopefully a better one, now.