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Carry On My Wayward Son- Special Ending 1 (There'll be peace when you are done)
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The song slowly came to a finish, and as she was about to continue on, she heard clapping.

Startled, she turned around, finding that.....

....No one was there?

Well that was weird... She sighed before she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, and the last thing she saw before blacking out was someone rushing over to her with decent speed.

~Timeskip brought to you by the king of hell himself, Crowley~

When she awoke, she looked around the area she was in with a blank expression. There was a loud clutter and a few loud curses from another room, along with the clanking of metal. She tried sitting up, but she found that she couldn't move for some odd reason.

The door was unbolted slowly before an orange-haired male walked in, lollipop sticking out of his mouth as he looked at her. He looked like a thief, but a childish one at that due to all of the candy evident on his person. He strode in front of her and looked down upon her, headband shifting slightly as he furrowed his brows.

"What's a sweet little sugar plum like you doing here in a place like this?"

He shifted the bag on his shoulders, (Y/n) frowning at him slightly.

"I am NOT a sugar plum!"

He laughed, to which a slight dusting of pink swept across her cheeks.

"Psh, you sound like Lissa with Fredrick!"

She paused. What. Didn't the Robins say they knew a Lissa and Fredrick?

"...Do you know anyone by the name of Robin....?" She was hesitant to ask. The sweet addict looked shocked to say the least.

"What, you know them?"

"Yeah.... How'd I get here...? Last thing I remember was being in the gardens in Smash Mansion..."

"Woah, you're from there? Kinda cool, though the assist trophies are the ones who have the parties, You should join one some time, y'might have fun for once."

"Well who says I don't have fun?!"

"Not to be offensive or anything, but you look like a boring person." She ignored that.

"Anyways, my name's (Y/n)."

"Gaius' the name, thieving's my game!" He looked smug.

You had a feeling that you would get in a lot of trouble with this guy...