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Disclaimer - One day... one day... I will own my own pancake house. But I don't right now. Oh, and Don't Starve I suppose.

P.S. I'm listening to Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes and Shooting Star by Owl City as I write this. Not that you care.

There was a time when I thought my life couldn't get any crazier. Like when I got transported into another dimension. Or when I discovered I could fly (You don't go very fast, so I don't do it often). Or even when I wove bacon together to make a bacon-weave taco (which you should totally do).

Surprisingly, this world never seemed to seize to amaze me.

As Maxwell chanted, shadowy apparitions wound around the stump of my old arm and started fusing into a shape of a new one. But this new 'arm', if one could call it that, had the color of the darkest night, when there is no moon nor stars to light the dark.

Then the pain stopped.

I stared in wonder at the marvel of magic as I slowly sat up from my position on the ground and tested out the arm.

First thing I noticed - IT ITCHED LIKE CRAZY!

"DID YOU MAKE THE ITCH ON PURPOSE MAXWELL?!" I yelled.

"Just a side effect" he said, though with the grin on his face I couldn't be sure.

I stood up and turned around to where he was. But by then he was gone.

"Well, one more monster that isn't here anymore." Wendy said.

"I hate that man." Wylie muttered. "Correction: I hate that not-man."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Which was a mistake.

He came back.

"May I remind you who is superior here? I could make the frost you've been preparing for come today!" he said.

"Yeah, yeah, sure hotshot. We're ready anyway," Willow said before someone could clasp her mouth.

"Willow! We are not properly prepared yet! Do you want to freeze your butt off?" Wilson asked.

"Oops."

"Well, since the lady wants it, I guess I could make it happen." Maxwell said. His devilish grin replaced his angry face.

"Shit." I said as everyone started swearing under their breath at their bad luck and at Willow. Everyone except a certain someone flying on a couch of shadows.

More swearing occurred as the weather dropped about thirty degrees.

"Try not to starve..."

With a whoosh he disappeared.

"WILLOW!"

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This was a filler for the end of season one. Yes, you heard that right. Season one is now complete! Any of you still reading this pathetic excuse of a story can go check out season 2 which will be released in about a week (I need to plan ahead a bit) which will be called Frost's Coming. Go check out my other stories in the meantime!