How did Ash, a boy who wore the same pants for a month, hoping no one would notice that fact and who ate ice cream for lunch find himself in the midst of people who he'd have stayed a million miles away from? And how were they, also the people who kidnapped his mom but the same ones who promised to find her?
It was confusing but if anyone had any chance of finding his mom, it was the dwellers of Cynthia who needed his mom more than he needed her apparently. So, he was going to stick around, in his one pant wardrobe glory, and uncover the mystery that had been shrouding their lives for years whilst trying not to die at the same time.
And only if he believed himself the morning of every next day, that this was somehow his life now, it would've been easier but it wasn't and it definitely didn't help that they were all-
Werewolves.
Werewolves of Cynthia.
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Acakjust some random stuff that I've written over the years but never developed