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It's been 3 whole years since they split up. What the hell went wrong? Orin sat alone thinking to herself in the dark abyss that was the street and although cold, she remembered her friends from 3 years ago, she wanted to concentrate. She completely forgot what they were doing 3 years ago.. All she could remember was her friends in mourning due to the death of Munch then.. BOOM! Everything slips her mind. She thought she must've fell asleep or something, it would be the only reasonable answer. She sighed, stood up from the cold curb and began to walk. The time was 1 AM and Orin really likes her sleep. Even if she was a demon, that didnt change her mind on being nocturnal. She arrived home eventually and was greeted by dead silence after shouting "I'm home!" To the shadows. 'Where was he?' She wondered, as she roamed the house turning lights on and making sure curtains were shut. "Come on dude, I know you're awake." She said, impatiently. "Am I gonna have to come find you?" She giggled at the thought and roamed upstairs, turned the lights on and walked into another room to be greeted by a scrawny black boy sleeping soundly. The only person who stuck with her.
Meanwhile, Max had been living by himself and was quite enjoying it. Although, the loss of his best friend Munch shook him even to this day.. Even after so many years he couldn't get it out of his head. And so he collected the pieces of his mask and fixed it so that he could wear it, now wandering with half a mask and half a mean face and still looking for vulnerable women to ask out on a date. Even after all this, he did miss his friends. The constant joking and cheering that group of young adventurers produced.. He missed it so much.. So the only thing he could do was train every day until he met them again so he could impress them so much that he might finally get some pussy. He wanted to see Orin's adorable face again and that witch's teasing glare and when he saw it again he wanted to make sure that he looked really cool. And then he remembered Sonnie! Sonnie, he loved him so much and he wanted to impress him too. Each day working hard.. just for the approval of his friends that he might never meet again. Max, defeated, would sigh and slam his fist against a tree he would have been punching for hours and scream, "WHAT DOES IT TAKE FOR A MAN TO GET SOME PUSSY DAMN IT!!!"
In a dark, gloomy cave in the middle of absolutely nowhere, screaming emitted and echoed through. It was the hobo, experiencing pain for the first time in many years. Seems like fusing with Ace after he died was a terrible idea, as he had now inherited all of his pain before dying and his traumatic memories that haunted him throughout his entire life.. Although, through this pain he began to get stronger.. it seems like the more he connected with Ace, the more their emotions were in tune, then the more the hobo's power grew as if their strength combined. But, there was one more trouble. The twisted mind of Ace infested the hobo's and although the hobo was already scuffed up enough, being combined with Ace made him lose some of his sanity and begin to lose consciousness every now and then. Every time he did fall asleep during the immense moments of pain he experienced, he would wake up to drawings on the wall of Ace although they would be the goofiest drawings he had ever seen, almost as if they were drawn by a child. Little did he know, it was not just him sleepwalking and every time he succumbed to the pain and fell asleep it was Ace who controlled his body and it was Ace who drew those dumb pictures on the hobo's cave. The hobo was naïve and thought that Ace could only become a little sentient in his body, but as they have fused it seems that they both share a body and mind now.
