MSPA- Unforseen Consequences 1It was a nearly typical day at the Felt Mansion, aside from a few minor details. Not much out of place had happened; Eggs and Biscuits had been roughhousing again, and Sawbuck had had a nasty time-traveling mishap earlier, but such things were to be expected. What wasn't expected was Die, striding down the hallways in a tense search. Not only was he present at the time- he'd been off in different timelines for nearly a full three weeks, now- but instead of his usual nonplussed, vaguely bewildered demeanor, he was oddly sapient of what he was searching for. The only usual thing about this was how anxious he was getting.MSPA- Unforseen Consequences 15 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Alright Now, Die;" he said to himself as he strode down the hall; "remember the plan. Remember. Uh, right Step one: find Crowbar." Ah, Crowbar; the Felt's illustrious second-in-command. So suave, so devil-may-care! (And so good at beating heads in with that crowbar of his ) He was the reason Die had been outside his home timeline for so long, tinkering
MSPA- Unforseen Consequences 2It took him a few minutes to recompose himself before he began to gather the necessary materials- scissors, thread, and a needle- and by the time he was about to start, a sharp rapping on the door from the outside world made him screech and jump, nearly dropping the open scissors on his foot. Warily, fearfully, he approached the door and cracked it open- and he gasped in terror when he saw Crowbar leaning heavily against the wall, clutching at his chest with one hand and keeping himself from slumping over with his other.MSPA- Unforseen Consequences 25 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Die, what in god's name did you fucking do to me," he gasped, his anger barely audible over the overwhelming air to the man's voice that made it seem like he was about to break down in tears.
"Oh shit, oh god, Crowbar, oh god, I'm sorry!" Die's words all tumbled out over each other, and he instantly wrenched the door open to get through. Quickly, he pulled Crowbar's free arm over his shoulders to support the man as he fretted; "I- I- I'm sorry, I got angry and I wasn'