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It was a not quite cold, yet certainly wet morning typical in the west of somewhere, and two teens crammed into the damp skibidi toilet shack resultantly accepted that it was time to head towards the train station. Following minutes of hesitance Mayanmar escaped the confines of the beloved wooden box, allowing Ullane to finally shift her balance off of her aching tail bone and follow suit, shuffling out.
As God pissed on a gentle stream onto the earth, the twinkier of the two brought out Robert Yogurt III from her ludicrously oversized overnight bag. The duck umbrella who had begrudgingly witnessed various homosexual acts over the past 24 hours was glad to head home, unlike Ullane.
With the posture of a shrimp due to the weight on her shoulders, Robert Yogurt III, and Mayanmar’s hand in hand, Ullane headed out of the children’s play-park. This sleepover’s playground shenanigans having come to an end, Ullane felt that it was truly time to go home.
As she took her final glances across the familiar landscape Ullane reminisced: pissing in bushes, zip-line in the pitch black, “I could take you in a fight” aftermath, mustang, skibidi toilet and other such incidents.
Suddenly Ullane was torn from her daydream when she felt Mayanmar’s hand being abruptly pulled from her grasp as a blinding light suddenly flashed. A powerful force pushed her to the ground and snatched Mayanmar away.
“Aaaaehh” Mayanmar yelped, however her screams were drowned out by an overwhelmingly loud tune which Ullane could only make out to be:
“…IM NOT WEARING A SHIRT ITS A SHIRTLESS JAM OH YEAAAAAAAA….” Yelled by an extremely annoying male voice, unmistakably belonging to none other than Brendon Urie of PATD.
Scrambling on the ground to get up Ullane clutched her glasses shielding her eyes from the light while unfortunately also blocking her entire vision. While the other hand urgently reached for Mayanmar with no avail.
Just as abruptly as it appeared the PORTAL? appeared, it vanished, taking Mayanmar with it.
Ullane, now back at her feet was left in shambles. Looking around for any explanation for what had just occurred she searched for any semblance of where Mayanmar had gone. Having seemingly disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a claw clip in place of where she once stood, Mayanmar was nowhere to be found.
“What the fuck?” Ullane sighed in a manner that revealed no emotion because Ullane was nothing short of the bravest alpha the world had ever seen. As she crouched to pick up the discarded claw clip, she decided this must be a prank of some sort.
“Mayanmar???” She called out scanning the surroundings, though no answer could be heard.
“Be not afraid my child” A voice rumbled.