The menace waits in the shadows and a his father walks by, he pulls his father’s robe, spinning him in a circle!
Kinger hummed as he walked down the hall, happy as can be. Till suddenly his robe was yanked and he was sent spiraling in a cartoonish tornado of purple and tan. “WOOOAH!”
He stopped by falling into a heap on the floor, cartoon birds flying in circles over his head as his eyes turned to spirals. “Jax… why are there 4 of you?”













