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Kon was excited. As soon as Mikey said Manny had given the word that a woman wearing an S on their chest had showed up, he'd been psyched.

"I wonder if it's Linda. I haven't seen her in ages; she retired from superheroing a while back and dropped off the radar. Or it might be my cousin Kara. There's been a couple Supergirls."

He brought the sleigh down towards the location Manny had given, Aurora, Nevada, an abandoned ghost town. The rickety buildings that were still standing looked like they were made of driftwood, dry and lifeless.
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The Black Forest was one of few forests left in the world that was still a place of strong magic. That's what Bunny had said at least and as soon as they started walking through, Kon was pretty sure why. It was misty and somewhat dark, like something out of a fairy tale. Very moody.

Which made sense, given the Brothers Grimm were from Germany. Kon half remembered something from English class about Little Red Riding Hood being inspired by the Black Forest.

What had brought them there was a critter roundup. Apparently both the Weisse Frauen - the white ladies, and the moss people of the forest had sent a message to the Guardians to ask for help. A strange beast was roaming the forest, one with glowing red eyes that moved in a flash of white and red. So far it'd restrained itself to only killing animals like wild boar for food but they were afraid it would soon turn its attention on the small sentient creatures of the forest since it seemed to be able to see them. Considering it'd also taken on a lynx or two and won they were afraid of what would happen if it turned its sights on them.

So there they were, going critter hunting, and if they removed the creature from the woods the moss people and white ladies, who'd taken a neutral stance against Kuk, would owe them a few favors. Which was definitely nothing to sneeze at. They desperately needed any edge against Kuk they could get.

"Be vewwy vewy quiet, we're hunting el chupacabra," Kon joked as he and Mikey crept through the brush, clutching a bag full of steaks in his hand. They were already nearly thawed. "It's probably not actually a chupacabra, though. Unless it missed a left turn at Albuquerque."
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With reality getting thinner, there were more than myth people appearing. Sometimes there were myth locations, especially ones that were appropriate to the time of year. With Halloween approaching, countless kids were watching Halloween themed movies, everything from horror movies to the more family-friendly fair. Among certain age sets, one particular Halloween movie was capturing the attention of the younger children, one that showed on TV every year. That was why a strange cabin appeared in the woods just outside of Berk, one that Jamie's friends apparently had no reservations against exploring.

"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea," Jamie said as they poked and prodded at the windows, hanging back nervously. The place looked...familiar. In a bad way. "We've been all over these woods and I don't think this was even here before."

"Oh come on, Jamie, don't be a chicken. It's probably some kinda haunted house someone set up for Halloween," said his friend Claude. He prodded at the door...which swung open. "And it looks like whoever set it up left it unlocked.

"What are you afraid of?" asked Caleb, bouncing in front of Jamie's face, wiggling his fingers. "Ghosts?"

"You know what I'm afraid of. It could be -"

"Oh, don't say it," said Claude.

"He's gonna say it," said Caleb.

"Here he goes again," said Pippa, rolling her eyes upward.
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"It wasn't a big deal. Everything worked out fine and I had an out so I don't see what the problem is. All of you are making into a bigger thing than it needs to be."

After storming off from the argument with Bunny over Raph running off to get Winchester's brother himself, he'd dragged Mikey into playing a video game. In reality, he'd have preferred to be alone but he could tell Mikey had been bothered by the fact he'd run off alone and gotten injured so he mostly just wanted to show him his arm was okay enough to play video games with it.

The problem was Mikey was still harping on what had happened out of concern.

Rather than being annoyed at Mikey, Raph was trying his best to put Mikey's concern to rest while channeling his annoyance into kicking his butt at Mario Kart.
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The motel that Dean went to sleep in was the same one he woke up in, until he walked outside.

For one thing, he'd gone to sleep at night, and knew he'd been asleep at least a full 8 hours. In defiance of this, the stars were still twinkling. This was doubly odd, because the motel he'd gone to sleep in had been on the outskirts of Chicago, under too much light pollution for any stars at all, but this motel was so far out of any town that the road leading up to it was unpaved.

"What the hell?"

Someone was playing a piss-poor game on him, and nobody ever played games on Dean Winchester for harmless fun. He reached into his coat for a weapon, and found a fully loaded sig sauer right where he'd . . . not actually put it the night before.

And yet there it was in his shoulder holster. Huh. Had he seriously slept with a loaded gun? It wouldn't be the first time, but seriously, how had he forgotten that the night before?

There was no real time to look this gift horse in the mouth, so Dean kept the muzzle of the firearm to the ground as he looked around for a trace of movement, any clue as to what he was not currently doing adjacent to a major city.
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Well, her first unsupervised mission had gone well -- they'd located and rescued a couple more people for the fight against Kuk, none of them had gotten hurt, and there was a whole gaggle of scientists who were reconsidering their stance on how to react to aliens. Not bad for an afternoon's work. She'd turned the mutant turtles over to Jack and Bunny for the full run-down, unleashed Dipper and Mabel to go do whatever it was the two of them did in their free time, and worked the rest of her adrenaline out on her latest sewing project.

The end result was a new hat for Molly (whenever she got back home. If she got back home) and a sugar craving that she could indulge since the North Pole's usual occupant was technically more famous among his preferred audience for his sweet tooth than he was for his ability to stab things really well.

It seemed that she wasn't the only one in the mood for a snack. A whole bunch of snacks had been laid out on a table in the kitchen, all of them looking a little picked over. She blinked at them, then at the turtle half-buried in the nearest cupboard.

"Are you throwing a party or testing for poison?"
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"Jus' - jus' five more minutes, Master Splinter."

Come on, it'd been a busy night. Couldn't he sleep in just a little bit longer?

Except...except he wasn't in the lair.

As Raph opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't even in the city.

New York was New York and after spending the majority of his life under it, and exploring every facet of it from above after he and his brothers had started exploring at night, it was practically in his blood.

Wherever he was now, it didn't look like New York, it didn't sound like New York - it definitely didn't smell like New York.

And his head felt like it'd been cracked open and...something was rushing in. Something unnameable and shifting. It was making even his memories fuzzy. It was almost like something that wasn't himself was trying to push in and make...something else into himself. For a moment, all he could do was push himself up onto his knees and hunch over, holding his head in his hands.

"Ugh, my head."

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