Hugo was intensely buried in an ancient Arkeyan scroll, fully expecting not a single soul to bother him, as he relaxed inside his study. The contents of the scroll mentioned something about there being no Skylanders games after the 6
th
one, but he paid this no mind. Y’know, because to his knowledge, all of that was a load of shit and he was real? There’s
no way
he could be a video game NPC.

Flaky was sat at home, curled up on the sofa alone. As they ate from a bowl of popcorn, they absent-mindedly flicked through the TV channels with their remote, until suddenly they no longer could. This caused them to grumble disgruntledly and hop off to get some more batteries.




As they rifled through the drawers
everywhere
in their house, they came to the haunting realisation that they had none

Claire woke up, grumbling groggily as she did. She wiped the rheum out of her narrowed eyes, before equipping her glasses and trying to adjust to the moody morning atmosphere of her bedroom. Turning to her bedside table, Claire picked up her phone and checked her WhatsApp. She had 7 messages, 3 from Kratz, telling her he finally bought the secret Santa present he owed her (and subsequently spoiled, due to his tardiness), with an attached photo. And 1 from Harvey, texting her a really cheesy, 201

Doggie Daddy and Loopy de Loop dredged through the Jellystone sewers, seeking something only they and their family were aware of. The dingy atmosphere and disgusting smells of their surroundings had no effect on their spirits. They were a couple on a mission; one they refused to fail.




“Ok... We need to take a left here.” Doggie Daddy said, pointing to his map.

Peggy Poodle was sitting on a Bench in the Jellystone park, looking down at her phone absentmindedly. Her brain was foggy, and filled with muddled thoughts about what she was meant to do with her life. With a lollipop in her free hand, she gently suckled on it, trying to let the sweet taste of lime candy take her mind off things. It didn’t really work, obviously. But, as she scrolled, she heard her name be called by a familiar voice; one she hadn’t heard in a long time...

Fancy Fancy was lying on sofa in the alleyway his polycule shared, daydreaming in the middle of the afternoon. He was half conscious, half lost in his own thoughts. Fittingly, his eyes were also half closed, giving him a partial view of the area in front of him. His only semi-conscious state, however, didn’t allow him to comprehend anything in front of him. Thankfully, this wouldn’t be a major issue.




His train of tho