I had a bad feeling about today.

The sort of feeling that curled around my throat like a whispered warning and slithered up my spine.

I caught Sunset out of the corner of my eye as I walked with her toward the school's entrance. She remained silent. Still down. She is still bearing the burden of the previous evening.

She wasn’t saying anything, but I knew she was thinking about it.

About how easily everyone could turn on her. About how fragile her reputation really was.

It didn’t matter how much she had changed. An what she do

People always remembered who she used to be.

And now, because of some anonymous coward, she was going to pay for sins she didn’t even commit.

She noticed me looking at her and offered a small, tired smile. Fake. So fake it hurt.

"Yeah, me too" she murmured, as if she had read my thoughts.

We stepped through the school doors.

And the moment we did—

The atmosphere hit me like a wave.

Thick. Heavy. Toxic.

The hallways weren’t filled with the usual laughter, the casual conversations, the mundane hum of morning chatter. Instead, there was something uglier.

Tension.

Paranoia.

Mistrust.

The air crackled with it.

Students whispered behind cupped hands. Glares were exchanged. Accusations were passed around like a contagious disease.

"I know it was you."

"I know you posted that."

"What if I’m next?"

Anon-A-Miss had been busy.

They had kept posting throughout the night, each post worse than the last. More rumors. More betrayals. More chaos.

And now?

Now, the whole school was at each other’s throats.

Sunset walked closer to me, almost unconsciously, like she was trying to disappear.

I didn’t blame her.

The moment we reached our lockers, the girls.

Applejack. Rarity. Pinkie. Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash.

Their eyes immediately flickered toward Sunset.

She tensed beside me.

She knew what they were thinking.

I stepped forward before any of them could even open their mouths.

"Don’t."

They all blinked, startled.

I narrowed my eyes. "Don’t even think about asking."

Rarity shifted uncomfortably. "Darling, we—"

"It wasn’t her." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "I was with her the whole time."

Applejack sighed, rubbing her temples. "Alright, sugarcube, we weren’t accusin’ her, we were just gonna—"

"Just gonna check?. Seriously?"

Rainbow shrugged. "Look, I don’t care what they say about me. I’m not a whore, no matter what Anon-A-Miss posted. I’m above that." She crossed her arms. "But I do wanna know why. And who. Who the hell would do something like this?"

I exhaled through my nose, trying to stay calm. I could feel Sunset behind me, slightly out of their view, like she was trying to make herself smaller.

I hated this.

I hated that I had to shield her from people who were supposed to be her friends.

"I don’t know" I admitted. "But I do know someone who might finally prove himself useful."

I smirked.

"Discord."

"You called, milord?"

I barely flinched when he suddenly popped into existence behind me, draping himself over my shoulder like a scarf.

"Ugh." I peeled him off. "Don’t overuse your magic."

"Oh, I’m not! I swear!" he said, holding up his hands dramatically. "I’m simply… how do you humans put it? Vibing."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. Listen. I need you to—"

"Already on it!" Discord clapped his hands together. "Buuuuuuut…" He trailed off, looking uncharacteristically puzzled. "Gosh, those computer things are weird. Some student helped me his name was... Micro... Crips?"

Sunset let out a small, breathy chuckle. "His name is Micro Chips."

"Oh yeah, yeah!" Discord waved his hand dismissively. "The nerdy one! He did some techy-magic thing and tried to trace the IP address or whatever—but! Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

The group collectively stiffened.

"Wait" Applejack said slowly. "What do ya mean, nothin’?"

Discord smirked. "Well, Mister Witch—"

"Micro Chips," Sunset corrected.

"Yes, yes, him." Discord waved her off again. "He said there was nothing he could do. Which is just hilarious, considering how he loves to pretend he’s some kind of digital sorcerer."

The girls exchanged glances.

"Darling," Rarity pressed. "Can you be a bit more… specific?"

Discord groaned, rubbing his temples like a frustrated parent trying to explain Wi-Fi to a grandparent.

"Alright, fine." He crossed his arms, huffing. "Whoever is behind this? They’re good. Better than him."

"Better than Micro Chips?" Fluttershy whispered. "But… he’s the best at computers…"

Discord threw his hands up. "But apparently, this Anon-A-Miss person is some kind of hacking mastermind! Their IP address changes by the second, they’ve got firewalls that even he can’t wiggle my way through, and—oh! And guess what?"

We waited.

Discord grinned.

"Micro Chips' laptop?" He leaned in dramatically. "Completely fried."

"What?" Applejack frowned.

"Yep! Completely toast!" Discord snickered. "Poor kid tried to track the culprit, and boom! Laptop got hit with some kind of super-virus. He said it was like it got… ‘sick’ or something. Quite tragic, really."

Sunset stiffened behind me.

"Wait," she whispered. "So—so no one can trace them? At all?"

"Nope!" Discord popped the ‘p.’ "Whoever this is, they’re hiding."

This was bad.

This wasn’t just some stupid prank. This wasn’t just a kid stirring up drama.

This was deliberate.

Someone wanted to hurt people.

And worst of all—

People were still looking at Sunset.

I turned around, my chest tightening when I saw her.

She wasn’t saying anything.

But her eyes…

They were dim. Distant.

Like she was slipping away.

Like she was realizing that, no matter what she did, no matter how much she proved herself, people would never stop seeing her as the villain.

And it killed me.

Without thinking, I moved closer to her, standing in front of her completely, as if to block her from the world.

The girls noticed.

They didn’t say anything.

"Discord" I said firmly, turning to him.

He was currently upside-down, balancing on one finger

"Yes, my lord?" he responded, not bothering to right himself.

"You need to find them the traditional way" I told him. "Check everyone. Even us."

Discord dropped to the ground, gasping dramatically. "Even us?!" He clutched his chest. "Oh, the betrayal! My own allies, turning against me!" He swooned. "What’s next? Are you going to accuse dear Fluttershy?! The sweetest, gentlest—"

"Discord" I deadpanned.

He grinned. "Oh, fine."

Raising his hands, he made a motion like Yoda using the Force.

For a moment, nothing happened.

"Ouch." Discord winced, rubbing his eyes.

The girls flinched.

"You okay?" Fluttershy asked softly.

"Oh, my precious precious girl, of course I’m fine!" Discord threw an arm around her dramatically. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

"Because you just made a face like you licked a battery," Rainbow pointed out.

"Ah, yes, well…" Discord scratched his head. "Here’s the thing! The girls are clean, no one in their minds, no whispers, no hidden thoughts…"

The tension in Sunset’s shoulders eased slightly.

"But!" Discord’s eyes flickered to me.

He pointed directly at my forehead.

"You, my dear boy, are cut off."

"What do you mean, cut off?"

"It’s like… hmmm, how do I put this delicately?" Discord stroked his goatee. "Oh! I know! It’s like sticking my hand into a volcano."

The girls blinked.

Applejack crossed her arms. "That don’t sound delicate at all."

"I thought so too" Discord agreed. "But yes! Every time I try to ‘read’ you—fire. Fire, pain, agony, screaming—"

"You’re being dramatic" I muttered.

"Am I?!" He put his hands on his hips. "Listen, I may be mostly powerless, but my instincts? Still top-notch! And my instincts are telling me that something is very, very weird with your brain!"

"Gee, thanks" I muttered.

Sunset’s brows furrowed. "But he’s not hiding anything. Right?"

"Oh, definitely not! I couldn’t even if I wanted to! It’s like… like there’s a big, flaming wall around his mind." Discord made a little explosion sound effect. "Which is totally unfair because I didn’t get one of those when I was imprisoned in stone."

I sighed. "Alright. Then check everyone else in school."

Discord gave a mock salute.

"As you command, O’ Wise and Brooding One!"

I stepped closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear.

"What’s the situation with the artifact?" I murmured.

His playful grin faltered slightly.

Then he leaned in, whispering directly into my ear.

"I found it" he muttered. "It’s a Memory Stone."

"Shit," I whispered.

"Indeed." Discord’s tone was unusually serious. "And theuser? Well, I can’t confirm it, but let’s be real. Who else would be using it right now?"

Anon-A-Miss.

"But here’s the real kicker," Discord continued. "Because of the stone, traditional tracking won’t work. No spells, no hacking, nothing. They’re wiping all traces of themselves clean."

My stomach twisted.

"Then how do we find them?"

Discord’s eyes gleamed mischievously.

"It’ll take more than a day, sadly. But if I had my full Equestrian magic…" He trailed off, raising a brow.

I exhaled.

"Fine," I said. "I’ll think about lending you some later. But for now? Do it the hard way. Check every student, one by one."

Discord beamed.

"Ah, you’re so cruel! Making me do actual work!" He wiped an invisible tear. "Very well, mortal. Challenge accepted. But don't try lookin for it yourself alone. It's Powerfull artifact, made by your mother. We can't lose you too"

With that, he snapped his fingers and materialized a strange metal detector—except instead of beeping, it made chicken noises whenever he waved it over someone.

I watched him start scanning random students in the hallway, clucking every few seconds.

Then—

"So that’s your plan?"

A familiar voice spoke from behind me.

I [jumped.

The girls jumped.

We all spun around.

Principal Celestia stood there, arms crossed, watching us.

"Ugh, hello, Principal Celestia," I greeted, trying to sound normal.

She didn’t respond.

Her gaze slowly shifted to Sunset.

And I knew exactly what she was thinking.

"It isn’t her"

Celestia didn’t react.

She just studied Sunset with that quiet, evaluating stare.

"We’re working on finding out who it really is, Discord’s tracking them now. And—" I hesitated.

I couldn’t tell her about the Memory Stone.

There hadn’t been a magical incident at CHS for four months.

I wasn’t going to be the one to break that streak.

"Whoever it is they’re good. Even Micro Chips couldn’t find them."

Celestia slowly nodded. Then—

She clapped her hands.

"That’s good to hear" she said simply. "I just hope it isn’t someone from your group."

And with that, she turned and walked away.

The moment she was gone, Sunset punched her locker.

Hard.

It immediately swung open.

I blinked.

"Was that from frustration?" I asked. "Or… does it just work that way?"

For a second, I thought she wasn’t going to answer.

But then—

She let out a small, breathy chuckle.

"Both"

Three hours.

Three long, boring, tense hours.

Math, history, geography. Same old classes .

I spent most of math helping Rainbow Dash with a problem, she spent most of math grumbling about said problem.

But no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake the feeling. The air in the classroom felt thick, like a storm was about to break.

I wasn’t imagining it.

People were looking at each other like they were murderers.

Like any second, their so-called friends were going to stab them in the back.

Even the teachers were helpless.

They just did their lessons like normal, pretending everything was fine, but I saw the way they kept glancing at students.

Even they knew something was wrong.

By the time free period came, I was more than ready to leave.

Then my phone buzzed.

Sunset Can you come outside for a sec?

Something about the text felt… off.

The weather was starting to turn colder, but that wasn’t what made me shiver as I stepped out the door.

I found her sitting against the wall to the left.

Her hair was a mess.

Her face was slightly red, she had been crying. And her hands were gripping her sleeves tightly.

I didn’t even know what I was feeling.

Shock? Anger? All of it?

I rushed over, kneeling beside her.

"Sunset, what the hell happened?"

She sniffled. "I just… I just had an argument with Octavia."

"An argument?" What kind of argument?"

Sunset sighed, rubbing her temples. "Anon-A-Miss posted something about her, saying she stole a music composition from someone. And… well…"

She didn’t finish.

She didn’t need to finish.

Because I saw it.

A few stray hairs tangled in Sunset’s fingers.

The slight tremor in her breath.

It wasn’t much no kicks, no punches.

Just some hair-pulling.

But that was enough.

That was enough to make my blood boil.

Octavia put her hands on Sunset.

I wanted to rip her hair out from her skull.

"Where is she now?"

Sunset immediately grabbed my wrist. "No."

I scowled. "Sunset—"

"No." She shook her head. "She’s just… she’s just confused. She’s angry, she thinks everyone is against her, and she took it out on me."

"That’s not an excuse"

"I know"

Her voice cracked just slightly.

And that…

That hurt.

I let out a slow breath, forcing my anger back down. "Okay. I won’t do anything. I promise."

She gave me a weak smile. "Thank you."

I exhaled, looking at her disheveled hair.

"Do you have a hair tie?" I asked.

Sunset blinked. "What?"

"A rubber band. Or a scrunchie."

She tilted her head. "Why?"

I smirked slightly. "Remember when I combed your hair that night I stayed over at your place?"

Sunset hesitated—then gave a small nod.

"Yeah?"

"Let’s do that again," I said.

She stared at me for a moment.

Then, without a word, she reached into her bag, pulled out a comb and a hair tie, and handed them to me.

I sat behind her, gently running my fingers through her hair first, untangling it before using the comb.

She didn’t say anything at first.

Just let me work.

Her breath slowly evened out.

And after a moment, I felt her relax.

It was… strange.

Everything around us was chaos—anger, resentment, friendships breaking.

But here, right now it was just us.

Just the sound of the wind.

Just the sound of the comb gliding through her hair.

After a while, I carefully gathered her hair into a ponytail, securing it with the hair tie. I reached forward, gently placing my fingers at the corners of her lips, lifting them into a smile.

"See? Happy, beautiful Sunset."

She laughed.

Just a small chuckle, but then it turned into a real laugh.

"You’re such an idiot," she giggled.

"But you love that about me," I teased.

"Yeah." She smiled. "I really do."

I froze.

For a second, the world stopped.

The war in school? The rumors? Anon-A-Miss?

It all faded.

All I could see was her.

Her eyes.

Her smile.

Her.

"Come on," I said, standing up and offering my hand. "Let’s get some food."

She took my hand, and together, we walked into the cafeteria.

And the war hit us in the face.

The air was heavy.

The students were worse than ever.

People were sitting in tight clusters, whispering, glaring at each other.

Some weren’t even whispering anymore, just outright arguing.

One guy grabbed his friend by the collar.

Another girl threw her tray onto the floor, storming off.

And in the middle of it all

Granny Smith stood behind the food counter, gripping a spatula like a weapon.

Her smile was warm, but her eyes said she was ready to break up a fight at any second.

She ladled soup into a bowl, sliding it over. "Here ya go, darlin’. And don’t y’all be startin’ any more fights, ya hear?"

I gave her a nod. "Yes, ma’am."

Sunset and I took our trays, heading toward our usual table.

We sat down.

We looked around.

Everyone was at war.

And I had no idea how we were supposed to fix it.

"Maybe we should sing?" Rarity suggested, ever the optimist.

"No, that won’t work," Sunset said, rubbing her forehead in frustration. "This isn’t magic. They don’t need a song. They just hate each other now."

She wasn’t wrong. This wasn’t some spell that could be undone with a melody.

This was personal.

"They need to fix it themselves"

"Buuuuuut—" Pinkie Pie interjected, raising a finger.

"But what?" Sunset sighed.

Pinkie puffed up her chest dramatically. "We’ve united them before! When we defeated the Sir—"

"Yeah, yeah, you did" Aria cut in.

We turned to see the Dazzlings approaching our table Adagio, Aria, and Sonata each carrying their own lunch trays.

Adagio slid into a seat beside Sunset, giving her a knowing smirk. "You had it rough too, huh?"

Sunset just exhaled through her nose, leaning back.

"Heh. They blame us too" Adagio continued, stirring her food absentmindedly. "One bad thing, and suddenly you’re the main villain."

I looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, to be fair… Sunset really did do one bad thing. You three had your own… stories."

Adagio waved off my words with a flick of her hand. "Yeah, yeah."

But then she turned to me. "By the way, what’s with this Discord guy?"

I tilted my head. "What do you mean?"

"I hated him in Equestria," Adagio grumbled, crossing her arms. "One time, he changed our tails into pony hooves. Do you have any idea how hard that was to undo?"

"Wait… you know him?"

"Of course we do!" Sonata chimed in, her usual cheerful self. "Remember we’re oooooold."

Before I could even process that, a voice came from behind them—

"Ahh, yes! I remember it well. I laughed for days!"

Discord.

He appeared right behind the Dazzlings, grinning ear to ear.

Adagio rolled her eyes but couldn’t help a chuckle. "So it’s really you, not some counterpart?"

Discord gave an exaggerated bow. "In my own person!"

Aria just groaned. "Ugh. Great. More chaos."

Discord put a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "I’ll have you know, dear Aria, that I am a reformed creature of chaos now! Mostly."

Sonata giggled. "I still think the hoof thing was funny."

"See?" Discord gestured. "At least someone has taste."

Then, suddenly, his entire demeanor shifted.

He straightened up, his mismatched eyes scanning the cafeteria. "Ehh… too much work here. I’m gonna keep searching the halls."

We watched as he started walking away, but then—

He paused.

He turned his gaze toward Sunset.

"By the way," he said, rubbing his chin. "Didn’t I just see you in the hallway a second ago?"

Sunset frowned. "Huh?"

"No" I answered. "She’s been with me this whole time."

Sunset nodded. "Yeah, I haven’t left."

Discord looked… puzzled. He stared at her for a long moment before just shrugging. "Oh well! Probably just another mystery for another day!"

Then, just like that, he vanished.

Sunset and I exchanged a look.

"What… was that about?" Sunset asked, her voice was uncertain.

Adagio sighed, picking up a fry from her tray and tossing it into her mouth. "Don’t try to make sense of him. Your head will hurt."

"Yeah," I agreed, rubbing my temples for emphasis. "It’s better to just… let him be."

Sunset didn’t look convinced, but she let out a small breath, shaking her head. Whatever Discord meant, whatever he saw, we’d figure it out later.

For now, the free period was over. And the rest of the school day was a blur.

Four classes back to back, nothing special, nothing big. Even in the middle of all this chaos, the teachers still went through their lessons as if the school wasn’t crumbling around them.

And honestly? It was quiet.

Not the normal kind of quiet, the kind that was heavy and Suffocating.

I glanced around the classroom a few times during lectures, watching my classmates.

They weren’t whispering anymore.

They weren’t arguing anymore.

They were just… staring.

At each other. At their desks. At their phones.

Waiting.

Waiting for the next post. The next exposed secret. The next person to be ruined.

It was a silent war, but everyone was on edge.

Even when teachers spoke, taught, there was no authority in their voices. No one was listening. No one was learning.

Everyone was just afraid.

By the time the final bell rang, I almost sighed in relief.

We met up at the lockers, the usual routine. Picking up our stuff, preparing to head home. But as I turned to Sunset, I could already tell something was off.

She looked… distant.

"Hey," I said softly, closing my locker. "You coming over today?"

She shook her head. "I… I need some time for myself."

I stared at her for a second, feeling my chest tighten just a little.

But I got it.

I didn’t want to smother her. She’d been through enough already.

"Yeah, I get it."

Sunset gave me a small, apologetic smile.

"But…" I leaned in slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You’re still giving me a ride home, right?"

She rolled her eyes, but the ghost of a real smile was there.

"Right?" I pressed. "Please? I helped you with your hair, remember?"

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "No, no. You wanted to help, you suggested that yourself"

I gasped, placing a hand over my heart. "How dare you deny my heroism?"

"And besides," she continued, ignoring my theatrics, "you’re getting lazy. You can walk. It’s not a problem for you."

I pouted. "But—"

"And don’t use magic to get there faster, she warned.

"Wh—"

"Annnnd YOU." Sunset suddenly pointed at Pinkie Pie, who had been grinning mischievously the entire time.

Pinkie froze, already mid-thought about pulling her car keys out of who knows where.

"Don’t even think about giving him a ride"

Pinkie’s lips curled into an exaggerated frown. "Awww… but I was gonna—"

"No."

I groaned dramatically. "This is injustice."

Sunset just patted my shoulder. "Enjoy the walk, hero."

I sighed, adjusting my hoodie as I turned to leave. "Fine. But if I get lost and end up in another dimension, just know it’s your fault."

Sunset chuckled. "Noted."

I hated walking.

Not because it was hard, honestly, I was probably in better shape than half the people at CHS.

But it was just… boring.

The streets were mostly empty, the sky already starting to dim. I sighed, staring down at my feet.

Don’t step on the cracks.

It was a stupid little game. Something I used to do as a kid. But hey, it kept my mind busy.

Step. Step. Careful.

Step. Step. Almost.

Step—

Bump.

I stumbled slightly, knocking into someone.

A girl, I think?

She was wearing a hoodie, the fabric pulled up high, hiding most of her face. The shadows covered her features, but I caught a glimpse of something—

Red

Her hair, barely visible under the hood

"Sorry" I muttered automatically, stepping back.

The girl didn’t respond right away.

She stiffened.

Then, in a voice that was low, almost gritted, she mumbled something under her breath.

I didn’t catch it

But it didn’t sound… friendly.

Something about her felt off.

The way she held herself, the way she avoided looking at me.

She just turned away and walked off—fast.

I stood there for a second, watching her go.

What was that?

Who… was that?

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head.

Who knows?

That’s what I told myself, anyway.

I pushed the weird encounter to the back of my mind and went back to my little game, hopping over sidewalk cracks like a kid.

Step. Safe.

Step. Careful.

Step—

And just like that, I was home.

A little disappointing, actually. The walk might’ve been boring, but at least it was something to do.

With a sigh, I stepped onto the porch. There was no surprise that the house was quiet. There was probably nothing inside except a half-empty refrigerator and some unfinished business, and my dad was still at work. I unlocked the door, entered, and locked it behind myself. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw the clutter on the counter and the scent of coffee and paper.

A pile of papers, documents, blueprints, and a few official-looking forms.

I raised an eyebrow. Super important work stuff.

And he just… left it here?

I mean, come on. He couldn’t even put them away? I walked over, eyeing the topmost paper. A building plan.

Boring.

I shuffled through the rest. Another technical document.

Even more boring.

But the last one caught my eye.

An application.

I tilted my head, scanning the text. Someone applying for a position under my father. Okay, whatever.

But below that… another application.

This one was different.

A proposal.

Someone looking for funding, research-related.

Magic-related.

Someone actually had the guts to appeal to politicians for magic research?

Weird.

But also… interesting.

I read a little further, trying to pick out any details, but the jargon was too much. It wasn’t clear what exactly they were trying to prove, but the tone of it was desperate, determined

Something about it felt… off.

Like I should recognize it. Like it was important.

But before I could think about it too hard, I let out a breath and tossed the papers back where I found them. Not my business.

I grabbed a Coke from the fridge, popping it open with a satisfying hiss. The carbonation fizzed against my tongue as I took a sip, and without thinking, I made my way back to the porch.

And then I remembered.

That feeling in the back of my mind. The thing I’d been ignoring.

I reached under the porch railing, pulling up a small metal box that I’d kept hidden beneath a loose rock. It was nothing special, just an old tin that had once held mints or something. But inside…

A pack of cigarettes.

I let out a slow breath, rolling one between my fingers before lighting it with the small cheap lighter I’d stashed in there too.

The first inhale burned slightly, but the familiar warmth settled in soon enough. I leaned against the railing, letting my mind drift as the smoke curled into the air.

I should quit.

I knew I should quit.

Sunset would kill me if she knew.

But right now? Naahh

Maybe I should try something else.

The thought came out of nowhere.

Maybe instead of stressing about this Anon-a-Miss thing, instead of sitting around waiting for things to get worse, I should do something.

Maybe I could find them.

The idea felt ridiculous, but… I had my own magic, didn’t I?

Couldn’t I just track them?

I focused.

I didn’t know how, but I concentrated as hard as I could. Magic was allways simple for me to use, think hard about something it happends but...

Nothing.

I sighed, taking another drag.

Figures.

But then, another thought.

The Memory Stone.

Could I find that instead?

I narrowed my eyes, gripping the porch railing. I could feel my magic stirring, both the good and the… not-so-good. I reached out—mentally, magically—letting my instincts take over.

Found it.

A sharp jolt ran through my head.

Ouch.

My vision blurred for a second, the world tilting as I nearly lost my balance.

I grabbed onto the porch railing, my cigarette falling from my fingers as I steadied myself.

The dizziness passed quickly, but my head still ached.

That hurt.

Had I overdone it?

I must be out of practice.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. Whatever. It was worth a try. At least I couldn’t say I didn’t try. I picked up the discarded cigarette, took one last inhale, and snuffed it out on the railing.

Then, dragging my feet, I made my way back inside.

That walk really took it out of me.

Maybe a nap would help.

I trudged up the stairs, already pulling my phone from my pocket, ready to check my messages.

But as I turned on the screen…

I stopped.

My wallpaper.

I didn’t remember changing it.

That was weird.

And even weirder…

Why did it feel like something was missing?

I frowned, confused. Then my phone buzzed.

A message.

From Sunset.

I stared at the name on the screen, a strange, uneasy feeling creeping up my spine.

What… did she want from me? She was..... just bulling me recently.

Author's Note

Welcome Welcome, 2 chapters in a row. A lot and i mean a lot of time, but also ideas, anon a miss and memory stone in the same time? and also something else? woooah. I beg god that someone didn't make exaclly the same thing i'm doing, I hope you liked the chapter, and i swear, the continuation will be... aw- sad. EDIT: Small spoiler before i go to sleep after not sleeping for 36 haurs next chapter or the next one will have a inspiration from adventure time BYEEEEE