(Polly patchwork and Hellsing crossover) Not a spelling bee.

(Polly patchwork and Hellsing crossover) Not a spelling bee.

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The story I'm using for my Hellsing Crossover is POLLY PATCHWORK, from 'THE YOUNG FOLKS' SHELF OF BOOKS' The junior classics popular edition, where it said polly patchwork was copyrighted in 1928 by doubleday, doran & company, inc. I DO NOT OWN POLLY PATCHWORK OR HELLSING Carry on..... The birds chirped sweetly in the pine trees that covered the area, from tumbledown mountain to the sea,where cranberry common lie between, as the fox and the bunnies slept in their burrows, and the bees gathered nectar from the marigolds that covered the only small clearing which also held the smallest house for miles with a cute little chimney on the top, with a twisted thorn tree growing beside it, while a lilac bush grew by the door, now, I'm sure you have heard of a story that began like this to, one about a girl everyone knew as polly, and an old woman everyone had known as her grandmother, well,this story IS about the same girl, but on an entirely different journey, one that took away the thing she cared about most, and sent her on her way, to an entirely different world.... Let The Story Begin....
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*BEING REWRITTEN IN A NEW BOOK* Your name is (Y/n) Patch, and you've crash landed your pod called 'Jump' in an unknown area. When you finally come to it, you know you're in deep crap. Keeping a journal with you, you write down all that happens to you during your days in isolation. Isolation in unknown territory, with no civilization, and no way to call for help. Just perfect. Until you meet something. Or, someone. A walking, talking duck. You must've hit your head too hard during the crash. What happens when you find out you're not going crazy and that you're on a different Earth than you were born on? (Scrooge becomes a dad figure in this, just wanted to clear that up) *This story was written by a 15 year old, so I apologize for any weird/awkward parts*

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