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Okay, I’m not an expert on the series because I still haven’t gotten around to watching it, but I had a weird thought: Being the Avatar would give you the perfect skill set to be a phenomenal glassblower.
Fire bending to heat the sand, a combination of earth bending and air bending to shape the now-molten sand, and water bending to cool it off.
“We need to quarantine this timeline NOW! Forget about us, it’s too dangerous!”
Those words rang in String Gummy’s memory as he looked down at his bandaged arm.
It was supposed to be a routine investigation. They had gotten word that Twizzly Gummy and her gang had jumped to this timeline. Which was bad news due to strange reports coming from it.
To make a long story extremely short, the strange reports turned out to be because of an even stranger virus. Which had taken hold of Twizzly. Two TBD agents were dead, and the other besides himself was currently MIA.
String had been surprised and thankful for his luck in that he’d only been grazed by a fired crystal. The two who died were shredded from the high rate of fire on her corrupted gun. Until he realized that those sugar crystals spread the infection.
Then he got lucky a second time.
String noticed, after a certain point, that the progression of his infection just… stopped. Stranger still, other infected would not attack him. Even if he killed them.
He wasn’t sure why he’d been handed such a stroke of luck by fate, but he was going to use it to hopefully find his last comrade-in-arms alive.
Pumpkin Pie Cookie spoke to the unusual doll in her arms. One of which was awaiting a bandage.
The wound was not a recent one. Which was how her status was discovered upon being found and brought back to the stronghold mere minutes ago.
There were others like her. All of whom had emerged from the wing they stayed on to get a look at the newcomer from the hallway. They had all seen Blackberry preparing one of the empty rooms on the wing, and knew what it meant.
She waved, getting reactions varying from confusion to chuckling.
