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A pic featuring Lydia (Right) and 's Felicity (Left)
a cover I wanted to deliver earlier for the fun crossover story Mr. U did for me- which can be found here:
Sounds like a crossover! Part 1Jaclyn Star had an imaginary friend, it didn’t go away as she got older in fact it got a lot louder as time went on. It started off as sounds through cotton, muffled and hard to hear. Coming in the night when her eyes closed shut, the whispers were quiet and scattered in subject and tone. Then they started to make sense, they started to get clearer. A voice crisp and educated and clear spoke to Jacklyn. It asked her if she’d like to stop being imaginary friends and if she wanted to become real friends.
She said yes. Strange science was born from this agreement on two worlds. This is the story of one such world.
Grant Ellis, Punk Rock Vishnu of a world burdened with looking after him, regarded the lumpy couch with something approaching sympathy. He crossed the room without touching the floor, ghastly steps carrying him over the perpetual mess of his Sentinel office. There was no need for noise right away he could be kind before having to be cruel, he waved a hand and the mes

Description
A pic featuring Lydia (Right) and 's Felicity (Left)
a cover I wanted to deliver earlier for the fun crossover story Mr. U did for me- which can be found here:
Sounds like a crossover! Part 1Jaclyn Star had an imaginary friend, it didn’t go away as she got older in fact it got a lot louder as time went on. It started off as sounds through cotton, muffled and hard to hear. Coming in the night when her eyes closed shut, the whispers were quiet and scattered in subject and tone. Then they started to make sense, they started to get clearer. A voice crisp and educated and clear spoke to Jacklyn. It asked her if she’d like to stop being imaginary friends and if she wanted to become real friends.
She said yes. Strange science was born from this agreement on two worlds. This is the story of one such world.
Grant Ellis, Punk Rock Vishnu of a world burdened with looking after him, regarded the lumpy couch with something approaching sympathy. He crossed the room without touching the floor, ghastly steps carrying him over the perpetual mess of his Sentinel office. There was no need for noise right away he could be kind before having to be cruel, he waved a hand and the mes