On the twelvth day of Destiny 2,

My true love gave to me;

Twelve things 'a ruined!

"Alright... so; tell me how it began." the therapist asked. The young Hunter, with long, auburn hair, lay reclined in the seat across form him with ehr hands folded on her stomach. Her eyes grew misty as she began to speak.

"Well... it all started when I was first revived." Sierra began. "I went to the Tower, same as any Guardian would... talked with Cayde, got some gear, some training... then some JERK Warlock comes up behind me while I'm scouting out all the good movies I can't remember-and you know what he says?- 'SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE'!"

The last three words came out as a howl, and the therapist winced. "And it didn't stop there-NO! He went on, kept following me around; Anakin IS Darth Vader; Ripley has a chestburster in her; Thorin, Kili, and Fili die in the end! Oh, and the BOOKS he ruined for me!? IN THE LAST NARNIA BOOK THEY"RE ALL DEAD IN THE END! GOLLUM IS THE UNINTENTIONAL HERO OF LORD OF THE RINGS! Firestar? HE DIES IN 'THE LAST HOPE' AND THE THREE LOSE THEIR POWERS! And why... why did he have to spoil 'Eregon'?"

"But that's not even the worst of it! Wait till I get started on the video games!" she cut him off as he opened his mouth to protest at her volume, and his meekly raised hand lowered again. "Jak and Daxter- did you know it was a TIME LOOP all ALONG!? And, why the heck did he feel the need to tell me Garrus would take a missile to the face in the second Mass Effect WITHOUT mentioning HE SURVIVES IT!? Who does that!? That's just cruel! And Aerith... don't get me started on Aerith. Or even Noctis, from fifteen. I just... I can't... AND THEN THERE'S THE-"

"Madame, PLEASE!" The therapist snapped, raising his hands in surrender when she glared at him, mouth still hanging open. "The other patients will hear you. Now, the root of this problem seems to be this... Warlock. Now, what's his name?"

"I can't say it." She grumbled, crossing her arms. "He's too annoying. And he said my obsession with my past was illogical and unafiliated with watcher-ma-call-it objectives."

"Perhaps if you scream it into a pillow?" he offered, taking one off his chair and handing it to her. She held it in both hands, looking at it thoughtfully for a few moments, then plunged her face into it and screamed even louder than usual.

"ASHER MIR!"


Because really, he's SUPER annoying. And rude.

This chapter inspired by the MASSIVE amount of spoilers that keep ruining my day... but I can't stay away from them!

Next up is the concluding chapter!

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