forum I guess it's kinda like descendants [closed sry]

Started August 10, 2019 by @Leo-Valdez-Is-The-God-Of-Chaos

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Quinn looked worried. "Hank. What's going on?" He demanded, staring at the Hatter.

Hank stood up, his eyes wide. "You remember the old…" He swallowed. "BYLUN! That's his name! You remember Bylun?

Quinn shook his head. "No, Hank. I don't."

Revan walked over. "Hanky are you a bit Coco from some drinking excessively?" He asked trying to make it sound, ok.

Eris stood up in confusion. "I'll - I'll just let you handle that, then," she stated uncertainly. Why do they look so familiar?

"I'm sorry." He yawned. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry…" Hank dropped to his knees and took Quinn's hand. "Stay on your guard… Cher-Chern-Chern… He's coming." Hank's eyes glazed over and his famous idiotic smile reappeared. "I'll see you later!" He cheered as he wandered away.

Quinn stared after him. "Hank! Chern who?" He asked. "Who are you talking about?"

Eris turned to the person who had just spoken. "Who was he? Who's Chern? Does he need help?"

Quinn raked a hand through his hair. "Hank Hatter. I don't know who Chern is."

"Right. Sorry. I should - I should go," she stammered, quickly turning around in confusion. Pulling out a pen, she wrote "Hank Hatter" and "Chern" on her hand, hoping she would remember later. For now, she had to find her father.

As the Hatter rounded a corner, he shouted. "I'm gonna meet Chernobyl! Chernobyl!" He stopped. "Nonononono, it's Chernabog! That's what they call him!" He skipped happily away.

Quinn inhaled. "Chernabog…" He muttered. "Not good."

Revan stood there. "Well I believe that's my quota for crazies…"

Quinn frowned. "Bylun…Chernabog…" He murmured to himself, frowning still.

Revan was just confused and didn't understand.

After sitting there trying to read for a few more minutes, Ivory gave up and decided to go see what there was to do around town. She figured it was safe enough if she stayed in the “hero” part of town. As she got nearer to the “villain” area she heard a voice that sounded somewhat familiar. It couldn’t hurt to get a little closer, could it? If she stayed out of sight, whoever it was would never know she was there.

As she approached the person, she realized it was in fact someone she knew, or least knew of. “Hank?” she asked, confused. She was mostly sure that was his name.

"It's Ivory, Isn't it?" Tim Pan came out from behind a dumpster, gripping Hank by the collar. "I found him saying something about churning a bog, you know anything about that?" He shook Hank. "He cut his wrist, I'm getting him checked out for it."

“Um, nope! Sounds kinda sketchy to me,” she replied. “You’re Tim, right?” Churning a bog? What is that supposed to mean? she wondered internally.

"That's me!" Tim smiled.
Hank stood up and grabbed Tim's shoulders. "He's coming!"
"Yup, sure he is. Now c'mon!" Tim was still smiling as he pulled Hank along by the collar. "Let's get you a doctor."

“Who’s coming?” Ivory asked, arching a pale eyebrow. She looked at Tim as if he could explain what was going on.

"Who?" Tim looked around. "I have no clue."

“Is Hank okay?” she asked Tim. “Or is he always like this?”

"I think He's gotten worse since last night." Tim looked down at Hank. "Oh! I'm sorry, but he really needs to get to a doctor, I'll see you at the bar tonight. Calm down Hank! You're going to be fine!"

I forgot about that, Ivory realized. Crap. “Do you think we could meet at the ice cream place instead?” she asked quickly, not wanting to slow them down.

Quinn straightened, and went after Hank. He came around a corner, and spotted Tim, Hank, and Ivory. He walked over to them.