Good Axolotl, whatever did happen to my brother? I haven't seen him in ages! Honestly, Kill was getting a little nervous about what happened, he was always the most protective of Will.

"I'm getting real impatient here, Sixer. If I don't get an answer, I am ripping it out of your foreheads, painfully and literally." I flex my fingers. "Haven't done this in a while, might be a little rusty."

Not-Shooting Star scoffs, and Not-Pine Tree rolls his eyes. Not-Sixer just looks nervous. They all remain silent.

"Hmm, what's wrong. Demon got your tongue? If not I'll be happy to take it." I glow sinisterly and ignite a fingertip. "Eenie"

I point at each of the Not-Pines in turn, starting with Sixer and ending with Shooting Star. "Meenie"

"Miney"

"Yo-" Just as I point to Shooting Star, Sixer shakes his head.

"Fine, but only for a deal." I lower my hand, but don't extinguish it.

"Finally considering my deal for infinite power with the Henchmaniacs, Sixer?" I laugh. "Too bad, you gave up that deal when you and Fez switched clothes." I laugh harder at his dumbfounded expression. "Thanks for volunteering!"

Quicker than he can move, quite possibly quicker than he can see, I raise my finger and dive into his mind.

Wow, this is pretty empty.

"Hey Sixer, ever consider eating a goldfish?" I wag my finger at the air. "Honestly, I know you meatsacks haven't gotten anywhere yet, but honestly, I would expect at least some form of ambition!"

I pace through the sea of wheat that is present. I pause in front of an altar that seems to pop up out of nowhere.

"That narcissistic, huh?" I float over to it and dip my hand into the 'sacrificial offering' divot to get the memory. Little wasp didn't even bother to try and keep his mind sorted. The memory was caught in about fifteen years' worth of unrelated items and- oh Axolotl no- exploitations. Disgusting.

I popped back out and teleported to the previous location of my entombment before the mixed-and-mashed Pines could notice me.

"Now, what did they do to you, small brother-mine" I mutter softly. Gently teasing the envelope of the memory open, I watch what the Pines- or I guess Gleefuls, huh, Sixer? What the Gleefuls did to Will.

...

Oh they're going down

*Gru Voice* In terms of excuses, I have no excuses
We'll just have to blame the muse for flitting about with other stories, will we not?
Happy December! And watch out my dears, somethings coming to shake the earth with my stories~