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As Miss Faragonda sits at her desk in her office, listening to her fellow staff members Griselda, DuFour, and Barbatea tell each other stories about the ‘good old days’ of Alfea, the four suddenly hear a knock on the door. “Come in!” Faragonda shouted. The doors open up, and coming inside was a young, handsome, and very muscular man wearing nothing but tight black exercise shorts. Sporting orange hair and a thin goatee, he looked very similar to Valtor, an evil villain defeated by the Winx Club years ago, but this man was good looking for any of the ladies to notice. “Oh my goodness…” DuFour said. “What a glorious hunk of a man…” Barbatea said. “Um… can we help you, sir?” Faragonda asked. “Perhaps I can help you ladies instead. My name is Brawnus, and I have come to tell you about my health beverage.” Brawnus said as he pulled out a bottle of green liquid. “Oy… here we go again.” Griselda said as she rolled her eyes. Brawnus spent the next couple of minutes talking almost nonstop about

As Max sat patiently on the sands of Route 104, holding on tight to his fishing rod, he closed his eyes and put his imagination to work. He pretended to tug on the pole and pull out the biggest Gyarados ever seen by mankind. People left and right were screaming and running off the shoreline as the giant Gyarados roared. But Max put on a brave face. “Dynamax Gyarados! You will not destroy the world today, not if Dyna-Max has anything to say about that!” Max shouted as he pressed the button on the Dynamax Band on his wrist. Immediately, energy swirled out of the device around Max, and he watched as he grew bigger and bigger. Seconds later, Max matched the Gyarados inch for inch, and he latched his hands around the Gyarados, trying to strangle it and keep it from coming onshore. It was an epic battle worthy of legends told in the past. But alas for Max, the daydream came to an end as he felt something actually tugging on his fishing pole. “Oh! I got a bite!” Max shouted as he fought with

Ichigo walked through the front door of her home, expecting to hear her parents saying hello. “Hi, I’m home!” Ichigo shouted. However, she didn’t hear anything. She walked into the kitchen, where she saw a note laying on the table that she read out loud. “Hi, Ichigo. We hope you had a great day at the park. Your father and I have gone out for dinner and will be back tonight. We left you something in the microwave. We love you!” Ichigo said. She smiled as she set the note down. “Heh… my parents are always going out. Lucky them.” Ichigo said. She started to walk towards the microwave and see what they left her, but soon she heard the door knock. “Huh? Who could that be?” Ichigo asked. She slowly walked towards the door and clenched her fists just in case someone bad was waiting on the other side. Then she opened the door… and there was Kish standing on the other side. “Hey there, girlfriend!” Kish said. “Oh, Kish!” Ichigo said. Kish walked inside the house and gave Ichigo a quick kiss

It’s never a dull day at Gravity Falls, and today was no exception for the Pines twins, Dipper and Mabel. Mabel, on this very day, decided to go through what could best be described by all involved as a pile of junk. Stacks of old trinkets and gadgets used in past adventures seemed to tower over Mabel, but the young girl was undeterred in seeking what she was after. Finally, after reaching into one group of inventions, she pulled out a familiar looking flashlight, or at least what looked on the surface as a flashlight. “Ahhhh… there you are, my precious!” Mabel said as she held up the flashlight. Mabel then walked out of the back room where all that junk was, only to gasp as she saw her brother, Dipper, walk up towards her. Mabel quickly hid the flashlight behind her back hoping Dipper didn’t notice, but that would prove not to be the case. “Mabel, what are you holding behind your back?” Dipper asked. “N...nothing!” Mabel said as she sweated nervously. Dipper, however, wasn’t going to

Cloud, Tifa, and Barret all made their way around the grounds of the Shinra Company, desperately trying to find where Aerith was being held captive. Their search eventually took them to a lab building, which Barret punched the doors off of. The group looked around at the many glass jars of all shapes and sizes of experiments. “Damn. This sure is a lot of liquid for a mere power company.” Barret said. “Name me one corporation that doesn’t have some deep dark secret.” Tifa said. “You mean aside from Cid’s workshop? Hahaha!” Barret said. “Guys, focus. We don’t know what’s lurking in these halls.” Cloud said. “You’re right. I want those bastards to pay for injuring Jessie.” Barret said. Tifa, of course, was also looking around at the many experiments that littered the room, and finally there was one item that caught her attention. A glowing red materia with a huge warning sign underneath it, which read: “WARNING. DO NOT USE MATERIA WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION OF LAB DIRECTORS. CONSEQUENCES

The citizens of Ribbon Star cheered wildly as they watched the teenage Ribbon step up on the podium. They quieted down once she made it to the top, standing alongside her glasses-wearing mother. “Ribbon, my beloved daughter. You have worked very hard for this moment, and now it is my honor and pleasure to make you…” she said as she lifted the crown off the top of her head. “...the new queen of Ribbon Star.” she said as she gently put the crown on top of Ribbon’s head, which made the crowd cheer again. Ribbon smiled and waved to the people that were cheering her on. That was the scene about a couple hours ago, and Ribbon was happy and smiling then. Now… she stood on the edge of the castle’s balcony, looking down and watching the citizens go about their daily lives. Instead of smiling, she looked somewhat depressed. She was so depressed, she didn’t see her mother coming from behind. “There you are, Ribbon!” Mom said. Ribbon gasped as she turned around. “Oh. Hi, Mom.” Ribbon said. “Oh! I

Things were quiet for a change in the world that revolved around the headquarters of Overwatch. The robot attacks had subsided for the most part, perhaps to recharge their batteries (as the jovial Tracer joked one day) or to plan their next attack. Combine that with ‘training sessions’ all done until after the weekend, and normal citizens were suddenly finding themselves in a rare period of peace and tranquility. The same could be said for anyone, both good and bad, with even remote ties to Overwatch, as evidenced by three casually-dressed figures approaching the doors to Brigitte’s laboratory. Most people knew these three heroes as Tracer, Pharah, and Mercy. As already mentioned, all three were dressed casually in pants and T-shirts without a shred of heroic gear on them. “So, lads, what do you suppose Brigitte is cooking up for us?” Tracer asked as the trio stood outside the automatic doors, watching as the lights on it changed as the security system scanned them from head to