Chapter Five: Trickster Friends
"That was terrible." Alchemyst mumbled, flopping onto her couch. "Trickster SR is worse than normal or future him." The blond fandom hugged herself. "And he never listens, either. At least either of the "normal" versions of him listen, at least a little. But no, someone had to magic anon SR Trickster! Of all things! And right after he turns back to his normal-aged self! And of course he has to be a rude butthole. Ugh." She sighed. "I guess I ought to get used to it, magic anons are everywhere. But why would a Trickster be something they'd want to use...? It's not even... it's not even a good magic anon! Everyone can be Trickster, just gotta find the lollipop... whatever, I'll just... I don't know." Alchemyst reached for her phone (it was closer) and scrolled through her contacts. (Bold are Alch)
[txt] hey sr
[txt] sr?
[txt] What.
[txt] whatever never mind
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