Hyrule-Bound Chapter 12 - To Champions and Knights Alike
“Despite the tragedy of losing our Knight, Link McCormick, we have to move on. The kingdom of Hyrule, finally having moved into an era of restoration after the Second Calamity, has to remain strong. The sword has chosen a new Knight. Lucasari Demisius Dragmire, first-born son of Gerudo Champion and Chief, Jameela Zoranav Dragmire. He has been chosen by the blade of evil’s bane to protect Hyrule.” The Queen’s voice echoed over the large throne room, as she stood in the center of a circular platform, the young boy in question kneeling before her. She looked down, blonde hair framing her face as she stared at the ginger-haired boy with a bitter sadness.
“He has been chosen as the Knight who will protect Hyrule, and the Princess.”
“Hey there, new hero! Name’s Rani.” A Zora with bright blue scales thrusts a hand towards Lucas, giving him a huge smile full of sharp teeth. “Zora Champion and Prince!” A baby blue cloth was wrapped around his torso and shoulder, a silver chestplate peaking out from beneath it. Along the corner of the cloth, close to his shoulder, was a white embroidered likeness of a creature with a trunk. “And I’m the little driver of the Divine Beast Vah Ruta!”
“You’re a lot quieter than Link was. Though, I’ve heard that lots of heroes are quiet. Guess that’s just another way our Link wasn’t like most. Either way, I think you’re gonna do great, little guy. How old are you?”
“Link was 10 when he started too. Come over here! I’ll introduce you to the others. Of course, you already know your mom is the Gerudo Champion, I’m sure you grew up knowing about Vah Naboris.”
Lucas nods, shyly stepping up next to Rani. The Zora points to a very large rock situated just a few feet from them. “This is Manivo. Oi! Rockballs! Get up!” He smacks the top of the huge rock, which starts to shake in response. After a few seconds, two large arms shoot out from the boulder, a vaguely annoyed grunt emitting from it. “He’s our friendly resident Goron Champion, who, while dumb as a box of rocks, could reduce an entire building to rubble if he burped loud enough.” Rani cackled, yelping as one of the large arms swings toward him, trying to bat him away.
The Goron man sneers slightly at Rani, before his gaze landed on Lucas. A baby blue cloth, similar to Rani’s, was tied around his waist, a white embroidery showing off what seemed like a type of lizard. The new Knight stared up at him, fearfully, before trying to clear his throat.
“U-um….Hi, there….” He manages to squeak out, quickly becoming more and more nervous under Manivo’s harsh glare. Suddenly, a raucous laugh emits from the Champion, as a large hand gently sets itself on Lucas’s head, ruffling his hair.
“Hey, no need to be nervous, new Knight. Rani’s a little shit, and I’m a bit scary-lookin’, but I promise ya, there’s nothing to be so worried about. You’re shaking like a leaf, little guy. I’m Manivo, driver of Vah Rudania, Goron Champion, blah blah blah.” A wide smile was now set on Manivo’s face, drastically altering his demeanor, as he gave Lucas’s head a couple of pats. A dark-colored tattoo of the Goron crest was situated just above where his heart would be, and a dark-red jewel hung from his neck, resting just beside the symbol.
“Manivo, be careful! He may be Gerudo, but he’s still much smaller than you! You could crush his head if you aren’t paying attention!” A high-pitched, sweet-toned voice sounded from Lucas’s right, his eyes landing on a Rito girl with bright red feathers. “U-um...Hi! I’m Quinn, friends might call me ‘Queenie’. You’re the new Knight, right? You’re Jameela’s boy, and the princess’s cousin, right?” She was holding a large, intricately carved bow, dark blue markings on it matching the ones on her wings and face. She fumbled with the bow a bit as she moved it to her other wing, extending the now free wing to shake Lucas’s hand. “Driver of Vah Medoh, and Rito Champion. Th...that’s me. I’m….the...Rito. Yeah, champion. Um…….yeah hi!” She waves her wing, coughing a bit.
“Queenie’s a bit shy, don’t mind her.” Rani slung an arm over Quinn’s shoulders, crumpling the blue cloth tied around her neck, which had an embroidery of what looked like a bird. She huffs a bit, trying to push Rani off, but ultimately accepts her fate.
“Welcome to the crew of weirdos, Lucasari.” Jameela’s familiar voice reaches Lucas’s ears, as her hand gently lands on his shoulder. Around her own shoulders was a blue cloth that was actually familiar to Lucas, one he had known since he was a young child. “The princess is still getting ready, she’ll be here in a bit. You know how her mother likes to overdress her.” Lucas nods, smiling slightly.
“Ceremony’s about to begin.” Jameela pulled Lucas to the spot he was to stand in. Lucas stood silently, his hands clasped behind him. Jameela returned to her spot next to the other Champions.
After a few tense moments, the clump of boots brought everyone’s attention towards the young girl now making her way up the steps to the small platform. Her dark brown dress covered her feet, but Lucas could see flashes of the black combat boots beneath the skirt as she walked towards him. Around her waist was a baby blue sash, the Hylian crest embroidered across the front.
The princess’s long blonde hair was pushed back out of her face, though the expression she held expressed she was not happy about it. Her eyes were slightly puffy, making it clear she had been crying. She stopped just in front of Lucas, staring up at him.
“Your shoulder plate is on the wrong arm, Lucas.” Her voice came out rough and scratchy, but still held an amused tone.
“Oh shit, I didn’t even notice.” Jameela’s embarrassed tone came from the left. “I should’ve fixed it earlier.”
Zelda chuckled, reaching up to unhook the armored plate. “Here.” She pulls the plate off and restraps everything into their rightful places. “You’re left-handed, so you’d hold your sword with your left. You’d need the plate on your left arm, since you’d be holding your shield with your right.” Once everything was corrected, a sniffle emitted from the small princess, her fingers lingering on the strap that kept the Master Sword’s sheath on Lucas’s back.
“She’s so small, what if I drop her?!”
“You won’t, Link, just be careful.”
“You see these stars, Zelda? Someday, we’re all gonna go up there with them. You never really know when it’ll happen. Sometimes, it’s years and years before it happens, other times, it’s on the same day you were born. But you’ll show up in that bright sky for everyone to see. People will be sad when you go up there, but that sadness will pass, and everyone will be happy again.”
“I want to go up with the stars.”
“You should enjoy what’s down here first. The more you enjoy the earth, the brighter you’ll be in the sky.”
Tears fell down the young princess’s cheeks, her knees buckling. Lucas’s arms quickly wrapped around her, keeping her from falling to the ground. Violent, loud sobs wracked her body as he held her, the other Champions quickly moving to try and comfort her as well.
Subdued cries were drowned out by the angry sound of scissors chopping through hair. Blonde chunks fell to the floor as the princess ripped through it with a pair of shears, tears falling down her face.
“Your hair is very easy to braid with how long it is. Though I bet you’d look pretty with short hair, too.”
“No, you wouldn’t! You would look adorable! Don’t say things like that about yourself, Zelda.”
“Do I still look pretty, you asshole?” She slams the shears down on the surface of the desk table, glaring angrily at the mirror, choppy, uneven strands of hair framing her face. “I told you I’d look stupid with short hair.”
Zelda whipped around, her view quickly being obscured by the fabric of Lucas’s shirt as he hugged her.
“I know losing him is hard, Zelda. But you can’t do this to yourself. Everyone is really worried about you.”
Lucas sighs, pulling away from her. “Come on.” He grabs her hand, pulling her out of her seat.
“Wait, Lucas, where are we going?!”
“No questions, just follow me.”
Lucas pulled her through the halls of Hyrule Castle, until they finally made it out to the bridge connected two of the spires.
“Where Link fell. Yes I know.”
“Can we please just go back-”
“No. Come here.” He pulls her to the middle of the bridge, then points up to the sky. “Find him.”
“Link used to tell you that everyone joins the stars eventually. Do you know what he meant by that?”
“He meant when people die, they become a star. So…” He uses his other hand to tilt her head up, her eyes now shining from the light of the stars. “Find him, Zelda.”
“Aoife? Are you alright?” Fissure’s voice caused Aoife to jump, quickly whiping her face.
“Yeah...Just...remembering something.”
Fissure hums, handing her a bowl. “You should eat. We aren’t going to make it to a stable till at least evening tomorrow.”
She nods, taking it. The light of the fire cast shadows over her face as she stared at the bowl in her hands. She hears Fissure sigh, before his retreating footsteps signal him leaving.
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“Four, please try and breathe.” Shadow pressed his hands against Four’s shoulders and back, trying to keep him upright.
Four’s ragged breaths filled the room, violent coughs cutting through them every now and then.
“What the hell are we supposed to do with two sick passengers and a bloody Shadow Demon waiting for us at the docks?! We’ve been circling the island for 5 fucking hours!” Tetra growls. “Rana is who-knows-where, we can’t rely on her to take care of the damn thing, and we can’t move them!”
Torrent sneers, his leg shaking as he presses his fist against his mouth, trying to think. “Me and Serenity are just going to have to deal with it. Sky and Four can’t fight, Shadow and DJ will have to keep an eye on them. You need to keep an eye on the ship and the crew, I’m definitely not letting Aryll fight this thing…”
“Hey! You realize I’m just as good of a fighter as you!” Aryll huffs, pulling the bandanna off of her mouth.
Torrent glares at her, Aryll immediately going silent under his look. “Do. Not. Argue with me, Aryll. You are not fighting.”
She grits her teeth, but doesn’t argue back. Torrent shakes his head, pulling the furred hood of his coat up over his head, as he began to climb the mast towards the crow’s nest. “Head to the island. Serenity, you and I are going to have to try and keep that thing away from the ship. Take it towards the Tower.” Serenity nods, flying up to the top of the mast, taking her perch. Tetra takes her spot at the helm, and Aryll helps lead Shadow and Four back to below the deck.
As the ship begins its approach on New Hyrule, carmine eyes narrow, pitch-black ears twitching.
“Fetch, Bandit. Break the pirates, and bring us the heirs. And if you can, though I will not punish you if you do not manage it, try and grab the merged one. He could be useful.” Mali’s voice chimed in his ears, glowing blue drool dribbling out of the young Dark’s mouth. The collar around his neck rattles as he crouches down, before taking off on all fours.
As the ship docked, Torrent jumps from the railing of the ship, landing on the docks. Serenity flew far above him, keeping a bird’s-eye view, as they made their way towards where their makeshift Hyrule Castle was situated. DJ stared over the railing, watching as the duo headed off.
“Hey. Mind helping us?” Cold breath fanned over her neck, as she whipped around, coming face to face with Shadow’s lavender eyes. “Could use it.” The normally-neat braids framing his face were now frizzy, small curls popping out of the long plaits.
She stares at him a moment, before nodding. “Alright.” He turns on his heel, quick steps leading the two of them below the deck. In the berth, Four and Sky were laying on two beds opposite each other. Sky was seemingly asleep, wrapped up in a thin blanket and the sailcoth that was originally strung through his belt loops. Four was curled up on his side, his breathing heavy and strained. Black smoke was pooled around his body, shaking as he clutched the sheathed sword beside him. On the floor, two spaces were set with blankets and pillows.
“Be prepared for this room to get a little more crowded.” Shadow mumbled, gesturing for her to stand by Four’s bed. He knelt by Four’s side, brushing his hair out of his face. Before DJ can respond, the smoke shot out around him, curling over the bed’s edge and onto the floorboards. Four colored orbs floated through the air, hovering above Four’s body.
A purple one, with black cracks running through it, staying above the bed, as green, blue and red ones flew through the air away from Four. The red and blue ones moved to hover over the two pallets on the floor, as the green one floated over an empty chair set by the small table in the corner of the cabin. The orbs spread, becoming brighter, before disappearing completely, leaving behind three new bodies.
“Okay….That’s weird…” DJ mumbles, staring wide-eyed at the new arrivals.
The one laying on the bed was now a young man with short hair, cut long in the front as it tapered sharply in the back to almost a buzz cut. Over his shoulder was a cream-colored cloak with stitching of a sunflower in the middle of it. On the corner was embroidery of the name “Vio.” His entire right ear was pitch-black. Angry, deep black cracks that seemed to swim around his skin, covering his cheek, and creeping up his neck from beneath his shirt. His right hand was also covered in black, only his fingertips a normal tone. His eyes were barely open, deep purple irises staring blankly at the wall.
The two on the floor were perfect dichotomies of each other. One was small, his hair cut in a clean bob, his right eye covered, the left showing off a bright red iris. His ears were littered in black metal piercings, the cloak on his shoulder showing off stitching of a poppy flower, red wavy lines coming from the top edge. In the same corner as the previous, the name “Red” was embroidered.
The other was much bigger than the two before him. He had a stocky build, and definitely seemed to be the tallest of the quartet. His hair was short and puffy, contouring well to his face. The cloak on his shoulder seemed to be too small for him, like he grew out of it soon after obtaining it. It slipped from its place, hanging in front of him slightly, the wavy blue border surrounding stitching of a hyacinth. The name “Blue” was embroidered in the corner. His teeth fitfully messed with the small piercing on his lower lip, startlingly blue eyes fixed on the ground.
The final of the four was sitting at the table, his fists clenched by his mouth. Emerald green eyes bored into the wall in front of him, his leg shaking. His hair was of a similar cut to the one with the hyacinth, but longer and wavier, the ends curling slightly into loose ringlets. His cloak had stitching of a lily, the corner bearing the name “Green.” He wore a black turtleneck beneath a short-sleeved white tunic, in contrast to the others, who each had tunics matching the color written on their cloaks. Black pants were tucked into dark red leather boots, one of which had a small silver buckle, the other lacking it. Attached to the chain that held his cloak up, was a tiny purple and white feather.
“Okay…..So can I possibly get an explanation for this? Or….” DJ’s eyes landed back on Shadow, whose attention was focused on the man still on the bed.
“This is Vio…” Shadow didn’t look at her, but simply gestured to the shaking man. “The short shithead is Red, the chubby asshole is Blue.” A small smirk worked its way onto his face, as ‘Blue’ promptly flipped two middle fingers at him. “The edgy one at the table is Green.” A small scoff from the man seated at the table sounded, as he dropped his hands onto the table. He shot a peace sign at DJ, keeping his gaze forward.
“So...what’s happening with Vio?”
“He’s dying.” Red’s soft voice chirped from the floor.
“He’s not dying, Red.” Blue snapped, a snarl forming on his face.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it, Blue!” Red snapped back.
“Do not fucking start.” Green’s voice boomed from the table, almost reverberating in the small cabin. Sky flinched in his bed, breathing in as he began to move. Green glared at the duo on the floor, the shot a guilty look at Sky, who was now waking up. “Shit…”
Sky groaned as he slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes. His sailcloth slips to the floor, him barely managing to catch up and pull it back up. He looks around, his eyes slowly widening as he stares at the new members of their group.
“Okay….Yeah, fuck this. Nope. Fever dreams are weird. Nope. Goodnight.” He flopped back, yanking the sailcloth over his head, wrapping himself in it. “Not having it.” His voice was muffled as he continued to voice protests to the situation, earning a chuckle from Shadow and the others.
“Sky…” Green’s voice is laced with a laugh when he speaks, earning a shake of the head from Sky.
“Nope. I’m dreamin’. I got a fever, this is just a really fucking weird fever dream, but it’s fine. I’ll talk to you in like, another 6 hours or something, Four. Yup. There is not a weird shadow version of my acquaintance, as well as varying colorful copies of him. It’s not a real thing, nope. Bedtime.”
Green sighs, snickering. “Whatever you say, Sky.”
“See you when I wake up, Four.”
“Alright.” Green looks to the others, and even DJ cracks a small smirk at the situation.
“Honestly, I feel like I might have seen weirder, even if I can’t remember it right now. So...does this,” she gestures to the splits, “have something to do with that fancy sword of yours?”
“It has exactly to do with it. It’s called the Four Sword. Divides the wielder into four.”
“Sounds about right. So...the purple one. Why’s he so sick?”
“Some kind of infection. From their Dark.” Shadow answers, pale grey hands idly playing with Vio’s hair. “Happened shortly after they tried to put the Four Sword back. It’s like it was refusing to be put back. Their Dark’s spirit was...shot out of it. It sort of…” Shadow raises his hands, taking his right, and jabbing the tips of his fingers into the palm of his left, “shoved itself into Four’s body. Now each part of them is slowly being corrupted. Vio was the first to be affected, he’s the only one that has any markings. We don’t know who it’ll affect next, or how quickly it’ll do it. It’s taken almost 8 months for it to get this bad with him.”
“I see…What about you then? Who are you to them?”
“I’m their predecessor’s Dark. I’m from an Era called the Force Era. The original Hero of the Four Sword….was my Light. I was merged with him at one point.”
“You don’t have to leave, Shadow. You can stay here.”
“I’ve hurt too many people. They all hate me.”
“Some may, yes. But they don’t hate me.”
“Of course they don’t hate you...why would they? What does that to do with this?”
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Am I even able to merge with you?”
“Is this your way of asking me to marry you or something?”
“Hey, I’m not the one proposing.”
“Wait...so if you are five now, should I call you ‘Penta’?”
“Ah….you know I like that. Kinda rolls of the tongue.”
“So, Shadow is a part of you now….so you are five. You are now Penta!”
“Yeah. You always got the best names, Lily.”
“Well, of course! I am just that good!”
“Shadow?” Shadow jumps, Red’s hand tugging on his arm.
“What? Sorry...zoned out for a second….” He sniffs, rubbing at his face.
“Well, Green just ran off with Sky. I think they’re gonna fight that Bandit guy.” Red pointed to the door, a slightly unimpressed look on his face. Shadow groans, rolling his eyes.
“Of fucking course, he is.” He presses his hands to his face, shaking his head.
“You know what? He can deal with it on his own. Not gonna go save him this time. He’ll be just fine.”
Red snorts, shrugging. “Fair.”
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“Ravio! Slow down! Where the hell are we going?!” Warrior shouted as he ran.
Zoey and Warrior struggled to keep up with the runaway Lorulean, who was currently sprinting through a small forest. The two of them tried to catch up as he slowed down to run down a steep hill down to the sandy bank on the edge of the ocean. A log cabin sat a few meters away. Behind it, a gorgeous garden stretched back into a field next to the forest. Sand kicked up in the air as Ravio ran towards the cabin, frantically knocking on the door.
“Pierce! PIERCE! OPEN UP!!!” He shouted, panting as he attempted to catch his breath.
Zoey and Warrior could hear the door opening, and saw Ravio bolt into the house as they finally made it to the door. They stood side by side in the doorway, watching anxiously as Ravio anxiously gestured towards an older man who was leaning on a red bejeweled staff.
“You two….come sit.” A rough, gravelly voice rumbled out, addressing the two soldiers. The man turned from Ravio, using the staff to assist himself in making his way to the thin bed in the corner of the room. The room was dim, the only proper light coming from the large window on the opposite wall. The rays caught the man’s face, pale pink streaks adorning his hair and beard. His eyes were wrinkled at the edges, giving the illusion of them being closed. Ravio refused to sit, following behind the man, still speaking rapidly, seemingly in a tongue Zoey and Warrior did not understand.
“Pierce, please-” Ravio is stopped by Pierce raising his hand as he sits on the bed.
“Ravio. My boy...you need to calm yourself. You are much too riled up. Being so emotional will cloud your judgment.” He taps his fingers on the top of the jeweled staff, the red orb at the top of it glittering in the sunlight.
“I LOST TEAR!! I PROMISED YOU I’D LOOK AFTER HIM AND I LOST HIM!!” Ravio shouts, before the tip of the staff was shoved against his nose.
“You will not raise your voice in this house, Ravioren. Calm down.” Pierce drops the staff down, the end clicking against the wood. “Instead, turn around, and greet your fiancee.” The man smiled, Ravio whipping around, green eyes landing on the mischievous smile of a ginger-haired woman.
Rana stood with Tear in her arms, his fingers tightly gripped her sleeves. A choked sob falls from Ravio’s mouth as he shoots towards them, picking up Tear in one arm and squeezing Rana to him with his other.
“You always get so caught up in things, Ravioren. You need to learn to look at ocean instead of the waves.”
Zoey glances at Pierce, chocolate brown eyes meeting ocean blue. A knowing smile graces his face, before she turns back, fiddling with the end of Warrior’s scarf.
Can’t exactly miss the waves if there’s a tsunami coming.
“Why are you so smiley right now, Ray?” Gloam watched closely as the elder hero excitedly trotted through the forest. According to the Skull Children accompanying them, it was called the Lost Woods.
“Oh….no reason~” Ray coos, smiling at Gloam with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Skylar chuckles, shaking her head.
“We are coming up on Kokiri Forest very soon. It is his home. Our home.” Skylar smiles, adjusting the bony mask on her face.
“You live in a forest?” Ty snorts.
“You live in a dead kingdom?” SK snarks back, earning a jab in the side from Skylar.
“You know what? That was good. I deserved that.” Ty raises his hand, chuckling.
Ray ignored the argument behind him, still walking as fast as he could without it becoming a run. The group finally broke through the trees and massive hollow trunks, and found themselves staring out over a decently large village. Ray launched himself over the small railings and ledges in front of them, while Skylar led the others down the small hills into the village properly.
He sprinted off in the direction of one of the treehouses, bolting up the rope ladder hanging from the side of it, completely disregarding the seemingly newly-incorporated ramp leading to the door. His joyful shout as he ran in the door earned a small chuckle from Skylar.
“Come with me.” She leads Ty and Gloam to one of the larger buildings, which seemed to be the only one not carved directly into a tree. “We have a few rooms you two should be able to stay in. We only have three right now.” The sign on the door said “Stock Pot Inn.”
“It was named after the one you all stayed in, in Termina. It was one of Ray’s favorite places there.” SK hummed, pressing his fingertips against the sign.
“Oh! Do we have guests?” A tired, but smooth voice chirped from the desk of the inn. A very tall woman with snow-white hair gazed at Ty and Gloam, red-violet eyes looking them up and down.
“Yes, Luca. We’ll need two rooms.” Skylar floated up over the desk, settling on the edge of the wood. The woman nodded, standing up, the red symbol on her dress striking a sense of familiarity in Gloam.
“Is that the crest of the Gorons? On your dress?” Gloam inquired, staring at the crimson embroidery. Luca looks down at it.
“Oh. Yes, yes it is. I am the ambassador for the relations of Gerudo and Gorons, currently.”
Luca leans over the desk, handing the two men their respective keys. “Here you are. The rooms are upstairs. The Knife Chamber and the Sun’s Room.”
“The wallpaper is a bit thin on the wall between the Knife Chamber and Moon’s Room. That’s mine and Luca’s room. So I apologize if you hear us speaking late at night.” A deep voice rumbled behind Gloam. He whipped around, coming almost face-to-face with crimson eyes streaked with blue. White hair, that seemed to match Luca’s, framed a pale face, the rest pulled back in five thick braids that reached almost to the man’s waist. “Hello.”
“Uh….hi?” Gloam stared at him. He was only a few inches shorter than Gloam, but his presence was reserved, almost scared. Like the slightest movement would cause the man to bolt.
“Name’s Rinku.” He fitfully picked at his lips, his voice muffled by the placement of his hand. He wouldn’t make eye contact, and quickly shuffled around Gloam, lifting his foot on the desk to lift himself up onto it, then jumping back down on the other side. He placed himself directly behind Luca, as if to hide behind her, despite being much taller than her.
“Uh….alright…” Gloam slowly dragged his eyes away from Rinku, before heading up the small stairs.
“Oh this bitches are creaking, I swear if I fall through these floorboards, I’m rebelling.” Ty muttered under his breath as he walked behind Gloam up the stairs.
“Quit bitching, I’m 5 inches taller than you and weigh a good hundred pounds more. If they were gonna break, they’d have broken by now. And rebelling from what?”
“Siiiigggghhhh….Fair enough.”
Ty cackled, shoving Gloam slightly as he ran up the stairs.
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Ravioren is pronounced “ruh-veer-ehn”
THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DOCUMENTS FOR LIKE 4 WEEKS OH MY GOD
I was struggling so much with the stupid fight scene I had planned, which I’m still going to do, but a lot of it is going to be hidden by dialogue. Fight scenes fucking kill me, I hate them.
AND SOME NEW BABIES SAY HI!!!!
My babey Rinku is finally here, as are Pierce, Luca and the Era of Restoration Champions!!!! Currently, Rani is the only one with even a single sketch XD
But yeah. I hope y’all enjoyed this chapter, it seriously killed me to write. It’s 10 pm, I have to get up at 6 am. Holy fuck. Good night, y’all.
Stay crazy, my Lovely Proxies~!!!
