A/N: Go on and read...

Alastor

"Di-did you guys hear that?" Krillin asked, fearfully. He took note that the shadow demons had also stopped moving.

"Yea-ah! It sounded like a wolf's cry…" Erasa said, clinging onto Sharpner's arm.

Sharpner, despite his tough demeanor, was downright terrified. He didn't know why, but the howl made him shiver as much as he did after a super cold shower. If he was told that someone had dumped a bucket of ice filled water without him knowing, he'd believe them. "I d-don't know why, but that cry was scarier than the noises these shadow things make."

Videl and Tien stayed silent, preparing themselves for possibly a new enemy.

The howl came again, this time as loud as a foghorn, the sky seemingly rumbling from the fierce cry.

And then-

"STAND CLEAR!"

Tien, Krillin, Videl, and her friends broke into a run, rushing out of the ring as they heard the familiar noise of a sword pulled from its scabbard. Once at a safe distance, they looked upwards to see a man covered in a blue hue plummeting down.

A mighty wave of bluish-white energy exploded from the sword when it was slammed against the floor, demolishing all the tiles of the ring, as well as all the demons that stood upon it. The blast was so massive, that it left debris and smoke clouding the entire area.

Lifting his head, a pair of werewolf yellow eyes was revealed, the figure's wild long white hair whipping in the air. Tearing his sword from the wrecked terrain, he pointed the sword at the remaining shadow demons.

Krillin and the others couldn't believe what they just saw and are now seeing.

"No-" Sharpner began.

"Freakin-" Erasa added.

"Way-" Videl continued.

"It's-" Krillin went on.

"Yamcha…" Tien finished, his eyes widened with pure shock.

Feeling threatened, the shadow creatures ran at Yamcha, their eyes shimming brighter than before as their sharp claws shined with deadly ki. The new wielder of Alastor leaped back a couple of steps and went aerial, slicing straight down the demon that had attempted to strike him with a vertical swipe. Another demon coming from the side, he quickly did a transition, sweeping his sword horizontally through it, the scream left behind in its wake stinging his new hypersensitive ears. Without a second thought, he did a back flip, killing a third shadow demon upon landing. A fourth one was dust when the former bandit ducked low and swiped at its legs. Looking to his left, he saw three demons coming towards him, his right ear perking up when he hear more coming from his right.

Yamcha waited.

Once the demons on the left were close enough, he hopped back, watching as their claws hit nothing but dirt. He did a smooth dash forwards before the demons could retract their claws from the ground, shish-kabobing them together, the creatures vanishing shortly after. Yamcha didn't think twice as he aimed one of his hands at the set of shadow demons that had been making their way towards him, the creatures crying out when his energy blast turned them into debris.

Yamcha narrowed his wolfish eyes, his heighten senses analyzing the crowd of demons that were stampeding at him with all types of claws or weapons that they had once held in hand when they were alive. Spreading his legs slightly apart, he raised Alastor up and positioned it over his right shoulder like he would in his baseball playing days. His form grew a bluish hue before a blazing aura encased him, his sword vibrating in his hands as large quantities of his ki was being transferred into Alastor.

With a powerful swing that was worthy of a grand slam, Yamcha watched as Alastor boomeranged towards the swarm of demons, slicing and slashing through the lot of them, their screeching sounds that escaped their mouths and/or almost deafening Krillin and the others; poor Piccolo got it the worse.

As Yamcha snatched Alastor from the air and slid it back into its scabbard to the side of his hip, everything went quiet.

The ever bubbly Erasa broke it.

"Whoa! That was soooo bad ass!"

Yamcha's turned and smiled, his features now normal as his friends stared at him in awe, or in Tien and Videl's case, gratefulness on saving their butts. Eighteen and Piccolo didn't get to witness their friend's spectacular entrance because they were further away from the group, as Bujin had moved to a safe distance so that if his barrier were to fail, he would not be harmed.

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Bujin was furious when he felt that all his precious shadow demons were sent back to hell. Wanting to see who was responsible for this, he waved a hand, materializing a magic crystal orb from thin air. Within moments, he saw the image of Yamcha, but that wasn't what caught his attention most. What had was that Kogu's sword was resting on this man's hip; scabbard and all.

So that means…

Heightening his awareness, he saw Kogu's sliced remains rotting in a deserted area. In another location, he saw nothing, but his magic allowed him to feel faint traces of Bido's remains, meaning he was dead also. Back at a safer area of the wrecked arena, he saw an unconscious Zangya; she was resting next to a tan fellow. So she's still alive hmmm…she probably had something to do with Kogu's demise. She was after all last seen following the human at Master Bojack's orders. Keh, when he gets wind of this…hehe! Speaking of the Master, he seems to be absolutely fine… Bujin winced. Can't say the same for the kid though…

Returning to Yamcha, he frowned. Since Bido and Kogu are dead, I can resurrect them as my shadow puppets! Let's see if he can take them and a second swarm of demons at once! Unfortunately, this requires me to get closer to them because I cannot produce enough magic to reanimate them form this distance.

With a snap of his fingers, he vanished.

When Eighteen and Piccolo realized he was missing, they flew to the others, sensing that the Hera-seijin was already there.

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The moment that Bujin appeared near the group, he mumbled unintelligible words, causing dozens of shadow demons to free fall from above Yamcha, the former bandit's skin crawling upon hearing the shrieking sounds. Looking up Yamcha froze like a deer caught in headlights. Oh boy…

"HEY YAMCHA! SNAP OUT OF IT AND MOVE!" Tien warned as they got closer and closer.

Tien's voice had brought him out of his stupor, but his brief hesitation had cost him as the demons had managed to crush him whilst he took just a mere step. Yamcha struggled disparately to gain his freedom, but the weight of the demons proved to be simply too much.

His friends worry filled cries fell on deaf ears as the former bandit's consciousness began to leave him.

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You know, you could trigger that wolf spirit of yours. It'll easily help get you out of this.

Why is my spirit a wolf?

Somehow, he felt that Tapion had shrugged. That confuses me also. All the others never had one, not even Kogu. I theorized that it has something to do with how you see yourself.

Well, people have always believed that my spirit animal is a wolf because I like to name all my attacks with wolf in it. I even have one I used in my baseball playing days, which I called 'The Wolf-Fang-Grand-Slam!'.

Yamcha, I brought you into the Void of the Chosen to encourage you to activate Alastor's full power, not chit-chat. Those demons are going to start tearing you to pieces as soon as I send you back.

But what if I lose control again?

If you listen to me, it won't happen. I left you alone before so you can get a feel of that evil magic. Now that you know, I'll try to keep you on the right path as long as you allow me too. This evil magic can cause you to push me away from your mind. If that happens, there is nothing I can do.

I dunno…

Trust me…friend…

Ugh, friend card again

Tapion laughed.

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"Damn it!" Krillin swore, staring at the thrashing demons that were probably eating Yamcha's remains at this point. "We should have tried to save him! Not stand here like idiots!"

"We wouldn't have made it there on time Krillin!" Tien said, staying on guard. He knew that once they were finished with Yamcha completely, they would go after them.

"H-hey guys…where is Videl?"

Hearing the bob-haired blonde speak, they faced her, but before they could put much thought in her friend's sudden disappearance, their skin broke into goosebumps, the werewolf cry making its frightening return.

The group whipped around to see and hear a bolt of white lightning ruthlessly split the sky as it plummeted down, a large translucent blue arm erupting from the center of the swarm. The battlefield seemed to have detonated when a white bolt of electricity made contact with the clawed hand, obliterating a good portion of the demons.

Stepping from the crater, Yamcha breathed deeply, his blue aura blazing as well as his yellow wolfish eyes. His white windswept hair fluttering rapidly, the werewolf-like creature hovering behind him howled a war cry, its claws extending to show that it was ready to fight.

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"What the fuck is that?!" Eighteen expressed as she and Piccolo dropped from the sky, rejoining the group.

The others obviously didn't have an answer.

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Pulling the supercharged Alastor from his sheath, he stroked the incoming shadow demon down with a quick rising swipe, following up with another strike to his right, taking a second one out too.

Yamcha readying himself when several demons came from all sides, their malicious screams and lethal claws not scare him in the slightest. Just as he was about to make his move, Tapion decided to intervene.

Don't move.

What?! But I'll be in the same situation as before if I don't-

Trust me...

Yamcha did what he was told, but made sure to brace himself.

Now return to your base

He obeyed with no complaint this time, his wolfish features flickering away.

The shadow demons slammed onto him, biting, clawing and slashing at his still form.

Transform now!

A wolfish cry followed by a white bolt of electricity crackled through the air, the blue werewolf appearing again with its fist held high, catching the lightning within its palm; some demons were pushed back while others were killed.

There, now you know what to do if you were to get surround by enemies. By activating your spirit animal, your enemies will be thrust from your person. If you happen to be already transformed, just return to your base and transform again; either way, you'll get the same results.

Yamcha took note of what Tapion said, but said nothing, as he was trying to focus on slaughtering the demons that were trying to slaughter him. He performed various kinds of acts with Alastor with the help of Tapion, some that he never even dreamed of and if there were ones that he had, he still didn't think he could have performed them without this magic sword.

A particular larger and taller foe dashed madly towards him, causing the ground to tremor with each step it took. Acting fast, he hurled Alastor at the demon like a spear, the shadow figure roaring with pain and rage when it was embedding into his chest. Yamcha raced towards him to strike him down, but before he could, he was forced to duck down when the beast took a swing at him. Seeing an opening, the former bandit leaped upwards and latched onto his still rooted sword; he propelled himself higher by swinging up, landing on his foe's back successfully. The shadow beast cried out in agony when Yamcha's spirit animal buried its claws onto the back of its neck, the wielder of Alastor aiding the werewolf by throwing his own blows to its back.

It didn't take long for the beast to give its last groan and fall onto the ground with a heavy thud, turning into dust shortly after.

Picking up Alastor, Yamcha staggered fleetingly, his body pulsating as his spirit animal faded away; his wolfish appearance still remained though.

"Ugh..."

This new power is very taxing on your body. In time, you will learn how to use your spirit animal correctly as you cannot stay in that state too long.

There is more coming and I'm tired…

It'll wear off soon. Just don't transform for a while…

Looking ahead, he for the first time noticed the midget Hera-seijin floating there, a green barrier enveloping his form; he was frowning at him, which made the former bandit smirk.

Then the tables were turned when Bujin waved his hands and two familiar figured appeared in front of Yamcha.

"Oh come on! Really?!"

Before him now stood the shadow forms of Bido and Kogu; to make things worse, they were also in their transformed state.

Noticing Yamcha's weary look, Krillin turned to the others and said. "Guys lets help him! I don't think he can last much longer.

"No." The former bandit said sharply. "I got this…"

Though reluctant, they remained put, but made sure to be ready to intervene if their friend is cornered.

Shadow Bido and Kogu ran towards him as fast as they could, their heavy form forcibly rocking the area in which the three fighters stood upon. Yamcha jumped, landing on Bido's head before thrusting himself into the air, the stoic Kogu followed the former bandit as he flew higher and higher. When near enough, Kogu made a grab for Yamcha, but his enemy ducked and threw a well-placed fist at his stomach, making him growl out demonically, the former bandit then letting loose an energy blast that sent him falling downwards. Bido then came from behind with a haymaker, but once more Yamcha dipped low, evading the blow, proceeding to turn and give him a kick to his groin.

Yamcha laughed when he saw Bido fall down and crash onto the ground like a sack of potatoes, the Hera-seijin actually rolling about while trying to nurse his injury. Looks like his boys are still intact!

The buffed Kogu cocked his hand back and threw it forwards, releasing a Full Power Energy Ball at his foe. Yamcha dodged it by hurriedly floating to the right, the Hera-seijin firing a second one at a much faster rate, not giving him the amount of time needed to evade it. Taking the blast attack head-on, he began to get pushed back, the recovered Bido moving in from behind and delivering a bone-crushing blow to his spine. The former bandit yelled out in pain, Kogu quickly taking advantage of the situation by pouring more power into the energy attack. The ki blast bursting into a mixture of flames and smoke, Yamcha cried out again as he then fell downwards, landing on the earth on his hands and knees. He yelped when multiple ki balls were hurls his way, the former bandit thinking fast as he pushed himself off the ground, running backwards while facing forwards and hopscotching, hoping that his foes would soon halt their attack; they did no such thing.

Getting fed up with the two Hera-seijins, Yamcha, while still moving backwards, charged up two Kameha-waves in each hand, shooting them once they were ready; his two foes fazed through them as he expected. Leaping into the air and doing an afterimage, he materialized behind them, planted a palm on their back and yelled loudly, sending out a Final Shine Attack that sent them spiraling down. However, the moment they slammed onto the terrain, they disappeared, Kogu reappearing to his front while Bido appeared from behind. His wolfish orbs widened when he felt a hard kick connect with his back, Bido's comrade following up with an equally harsh blow to the stomach. As soon as Bido put the former bandit in a full nelson, Kogu began to brutally strike his chest, his ribs, and his stomach, Yamcha gasping and coughing out blood with every single attack that made contact with his body.

"Okay guys, I think it's time we step in!" Krillin said, moving forwards, only to be stopped by a green hand.

"Wait…"

Krillin looked at Piccolo like he had grown two heads. "Are you crazy?! He's getting clobbered-"

ARH-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The now well-known white bolt of energy slithered down from the sky, crashing into the awaiting translucent werewolf's hand. Yamcha's expelled a powerful Kiai that pushed Kogu back, at the same time breaking the hold Bido had on him. Charging up his aura, the former bandit mentally commanded his spirit animal to follow his lead.

Yamcha after-imaged to the top of Kogu, who was on his left as the werewolf did the same, though in the other direction, right above Bido. Cocking their fists back, they threw them forwards, delivering a smashing blow to the head, sending the Hera-seijins slamming into the ground, creating a crater. Reuniting with his spirit animal when landing on the earth soil, he already saw Bido stomping towards him, his shadow pal just a couple of feet behind. Growling loudly, he shot his hand out, his spirit animal doing the same. The werewolf's hands expanded forwards like elastic, its large hand grasping Bido it in clutches and whipping him back to its person. Flaring up his fist, Yamcha yelled out as he made a slamming motion with his hand, causing the werewolf behind him to follow along, however since it was it that had Bido in hand and not Yamcha, it was the one that actually 'played' basketball with the Hera-seijin.

Yamcha threw his foot back and hurled it forwards, the shadow Kogu seemingly letting out a soundless gasp when the bandit's foot made connect with Bido, sending the larger Hera-seijin tumbling like a bowling ball into him.

Coming into a stop in a heap of tangled limbs, Yamcha whipped out Alastor and started to raise his power while his spirit animal extended his arms out on each of its sides. Darting forwards, when close enough, a howl burst from the beast's mouth as Yamcha shouted from the top of his lungs-

"Werewolf Spirit Slam!"

An enormous bluish-white wave of energy exploded from Alastor upon making contact with the ground, the werewolf's clawed hands joining in to increase the attack's strength. The Shadow forms of Bido and Kogu didn't get a chance to cry as they were immediately swallowed by Yamcha's newly ultimate technique.

Truly spent this time, Yamcha returned to his base as he fell down on his bottom, Alastor slipping from his hand and cluttering onto the dirt.

While the gang raced towards their weary friend to check on him, Bujin, astonished that all of his most powerful shadow demons were killed, lost his grip on his barrier; that was all the time a certain Namekian needed to make his move.

Bujin gasped when he felt something sweep at the side of his waist, cutting him into two horizontally. Blood spilled, floating through the sky as his body fell down, utter shock written on his face; Piccolo smirked with satisfaction, the Hera-seijin's two half's landing some feet apart from one another.

Back with the group, Krillin, Sharpner and Erasa were asking all sorts of questions from Yamcha, but all he would say was that he had obtained or more like taken a magic sword from one of Bojack's goons. He added that he'd tell the story later.

Hearing weak laughter, they all turned to the dying Bujin; they were sure that Piccolo had been the one who had taken him out while he was distracted.

"You-you honestly think you've all won? Tha-that you have the entire situation handled huh?" He coughed out blood, smiling evilly. "I have a question to as-ask… have you even taken the time to notice as to why you can't sense the fight between Master Bojack and that boy?"

Their blood ran cold.

Bujin laughed yet again as Piccolo pointed a palm filled with energy at him. "Where are they?! Where is Gohan?!"

"I don't-I don't have to tell you anything…but why not? It doesn't matter anymore, I'm dead and hell, so will all of you once the Master is through with the boy…"He smirked nastily. "He might even be dead as we speak." He added.

"Why can't we sense them!? Answer me!" Piccolo demanded.

"If-if you recall, Master Bojack had told us that he did not want any of you to interfere with his fight with the boy." His evil grin widened. "While you were all distracted, I had cast a spell on all of you here so that you wouldn't be able to sense their fight…"

"But that doesn't explain how we can't feel the battle from this distance, no matter how far they are! Gohan's powerful enough to destroy this planet many times over and if this Bojack is as strong as you say he is, then their fight will most certainly rock the Earth!" Krillin interjected.

Bujin's persistent chuckle almost caused Piccolo to let his energy blast go, but he held back; the moment he told them what they wanted to know, he was toast.

"You-you un- underestimate my magic, midget!"

"Like you aren't one too, you idiot!" Krillin retorted.

Bujin ignored him, his mind becoming muddled and cloudy from the large amount of blood lost. "You foo-fools… you underestimate my abilities. I con-concealed…ugh…you won't be able to sense, hear, or feel their battle!"

With his last breath, he added. "He-he-heh! And to make things much sweeter than it already is, my death shall not disrupt the spell! It will remain until one of them is either dead or if any of you were to manage to find them…"

"So you've basically confirmed that the both of them are alive, right?" Tien asked, hopefully.

Bujin's upper half went limp as his life left him, his soul going straight to hell.

Piccolo swore as he incinerated the Hera-seijin split body.

"Wha-what do we do now guys?! Gohan might need our help while we stand here, looking like idiots!" Krillin growled, tightening his fists.

Landing on the ground, the Namekian gritted his teeth in frustration. "Well, we can start by splitting up and searching in all possible directions as fast as we can. He didn't say they couldn't be sighted and that if we did, that the spell would be broken. If anyone of us spots them, we can just raise our ki as a signal for us to regroup." Eyeing the Android, he added. "Eighteen, you will have to stick with one of us for obvious reasons."

Eighteen smirked, her piercing orbs shining with mirth as she stared at the two teens; they suddenly felt uneasily under her gaze.

"I'll take them along for the ride! I'm sure you'll be able to sense them because all of you are already acquainted with their ki!"

Krillin shook his head. "That's not guaranteed to work, Eighteen. Their ki is extremely difficult to detect at times since we aren't entirely familiar with them. Heck, the only reason we can feel out Bulma's is because we've known her practically our whole lives!"

"Oh! Oh! Videl! What about her?!" Erasa chirped. "If I know Videl, I'm sure she took off towards Gohan to see if he was okay?"

"Erasa, are you having a blonde-moment here?" Sharpner said, somehow forgetting that he was a blond too. "The green midget had just told us that he had placed a spell on all of us, which includes Videl. So how can she-"

"It's a girl thing. You wouldn't understand Sharpie, only a woman could!" Erasa said, with sparkles blue eyes. "A women's intuition is one of millions of attributes that women have over men!"

"Videl most likely felt that he was in trouble, so she let her intuition guide her to the person she loves most, which is obviously Gohan! Right Eighteen?!"

The Android nodded without hesitation.

"Okay, even if that is true, I cannot find the girl's ki. Can any of you?" Piccolo asked, his arms crossed.

Everyone shook their heads' in dismay.

"From what I was told, showing Videl how to conceal her ki was one of the first things Gohan had taught her, in the case that she should run into a dire situation." Tien said, sighing.

This time it was Krillin who swore. "Then what the hell-"

"I believe I can help with that." came a new feminine voice, causing Yamcha's ears to perk up.

The gang did a double take when they saw the lone woman of Bojack's lackeys standing before them, with the still unconscious Indian man over her shoulder.

They all gasped.

"It's you!"

Dropping Nam carelessly on the ground, the gang fell into their fighting stances as Zangya dusted the remaining dirt on her person; she had been virtually drowned in the dirt when she had regained consciousness, no doubt the fight that had taken place here being the cause of it.

"You must be all kinds of stupid to show your face here!"

Zangya smirked, amused at the bald man's insult. "Am I now?"

"You're out-number here!" Tien said bitterly, his fists tightening. "Not only that, but you're injured. You won't last long in this fight!" He went on, scrutinizing her body, which was covered with noticeable bruises.

While Zangya laughed at their threats, in the inside she was scared. She didn't want to die after making it this far. All the others are dead, which meant Bojack was the last one left to defeat to finally gain her freedom. Yes, that meant that she would be the sole Hera-seijin to exist; that her race could never be repopulating without the children being born as half-breeds, but she'd rather have that be the outcome than have a bastard such as Bojack to remain alive and well, continuing to leave destruction in his wake. Besides, the mere thought of mating with him made her skin crawl, made her want to retch right then and there.

The Dragon Balls, however, might be the one thing that could resurrect her race; if they are truly as powerful as these Earthlings say they are, then living a fruitful life back in her planet could actually become a reality and not just remain a dream.

"Wait,you guys."

The group turned again and saw Yamcha on his feet, using his sword as a cane. "She isn't our enemy. She's here to help."

"Have you lost your mind Yamcha?! Look at what she did to Nam!" Tien shouted, flicking his eyes towards the martial artist.

"Yeah, don't tell me your womanizing ways have returned! She might be beautiful, but-Ow!" Krillin whined, his girlfriend wearing a scowl. She then gave him a death glare, which the former monk knew it was her way of saying that if they lived through this, that he would be sleeping on the couch for weeks.

"Womanizing ways…?" Zangya said, raising a brow with interest.

Yamcha sighed at his friends' lack of faith in him. Having enough strength to stand without assistance, he slapped Alastor back into its home with a resounding clank. "I'm serious guys, she's on our side. Her so-called 'comrade' had knocked her out after she betrayed him. Also, if it wasn't for her, I would have been long dead and so would have all of you, considering the situations I found all of ya'll in."

"Then how do you explain Nam? There is no way he could still be unconscious!" Krillin said, pointing at the Indian, who had yet to move a muscle.

Yamcha shrugged. "I dunno, probably a rock knocked him out again? The fight I had was pretty intense."

"That's partially true. He and I did wake up at the same time, but before I can warn him about the tiny rock coming his way, it was too late. Mind you I was still too weak to move, so I stayed put, watching the fight at a safe distance. The next time he awakened, he freaked out when he saw me and because he wouldn't shut up, I knocked him out; he's still alive." She said, unconsciously playing with her orange hair. It was a nervous habit of hers, but it was difficult to tell if she was being honest as her stoic expression usually masked her emotions.

"See, you can trust her. I promise." Yamcha said, flashing the Hera-seijin a smile.

To her credit, Zangya did manage to force down the dark blush that threatened to blossom to her cheeks.

"Tell us how you can help! We've wasted enough time!" Piccolo snapped, pushing Zangya to spill the information.

"The spell Bujin used was cast only on Bojack's enemies. I'm considered his ally, so I'm not included. I can sense their fight and it's still ongoing."

"Is Gohan alright?!" Krillin asked urgently.

Facing to where the fight was taking place, she responded. "He's alive, but his ki is very faint." Zangya sighed. "Bojack is now at full power."

"So he transformed…" Eighteen whispered.

Jumping into the air, Zangya expelled her aura to the surface. "Yes, but unlike the others, Bojack has two transformations. Follow me!" She ordered, blasting off.

Exchanging glances, they then took action.

Yamcha, Krillin, and Eighteen were the first to go, the latter frowning when the two teenagers latched onto each of her legs. Piccolo and Tien however, stayed behind, the triclops eyeballing the comatose Nam.

"We can't just leave him here."

"Grab him and take him back to the city, you can then join us. We'll send a signal for you to find us."

Tien nodded and picked up and threw the Indian over his shoulder while Piccolo flew to the others.

Tien was about to take off in the opposite direction, but when he heard a squeaking sound whistle through the air, disrupting the silence, he paused.

He blinked when he saw a lone figure step out of a bathroom stall, which had somehow survived the destructive battles that had taken place.

The hinges of the bathroom stall door gave out, causing the door to fall off as a messy afro haired man stared off into space, his face written with confusion.

"Uhhhh, where'd everyone go?"

The triclops sighed in dismay.

Now he had to take him too.

A/N: The next chapter is the one I'm most excited to post.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

Later!

(Posted: 10/15/18)

~Gater~