#ayyyyee

The trio is BACK

A/N - @the-shipping-machine @ego-16 i finished this in one night. WHY CANT I BE THIS PRODUCTIVE WITH HOMEWORK?!?!

Mx. Hekate Magic wasn't one to interact with others - they prefered to go unnoticed. But even in their most normal attire ever, blue jeans and plain floppy shirts, topped off with an uncomfortable 'jean jacket' as Marceline had called it. In fact, everything they were wearing felt wrong, and off. But they had to blend in, so they - what had she used? 'Roll with it'? Yes, that. They were so used to flowing dresses and hooped skirts, that feeling rough cloth against their skin felt awkward. The bright lighting of their current surroundings in the store hurt their eyes, and they didn't like it at all. They didn't like the many yet few people in the store at that time, and they did not like the man who had been following them since the cereal aisle. He was lean and tall, cloak-like shirt and dark sunglasses hiding his face.

"Agh!" Their shoulder bumped into an older man. They went to apologise, but he seemed to be faster. But when he leaned closer to speak, he did not really apologise. The way his eyes glanced for barely even a second at the man following them spoke the truth. They gave a pleading look.

"Ah, I apologise, I haven't even introduced myself!" He gave a genuine smile, but as his eyes once again flicked to the man currently pretending to look at packeted cheese, his face flooded with disgust. He wanted to help them, that they could respect.

"My name is Alfred," He gestured for them to walk together. "Alfred Williams. And who might you be?"

"O-oh, um," Damned stutter! "M-my, uh, my name is, er, Hek-Hekate."

They pressed their lips together, quickly turning away from him. But he reassured them, gave them comfort as they silently escaped the man looming behind them.

— — — — —

Hekate never expected to continue to meet Alfred at random. But their encounters were fleeting, never lasting longer than a few bare seconds of greetings. Yet they felt as if their fates were tied somehow. My oh my, they were very much correct.

"Mx. Magic! I don't think you've met Ryder and his series yet." Hekate turned around to greet Marina, their little saviour. Putting on a smile, they looked up to say hi, only to find a very familiar face.

"YOU!" They yelled at the same time, pointing fingers and faces. He ran to them, and they welcomed him happily and gratefully with open arms.

"It's been forever! I can't believe it's you!" He pulled away for just a second, and they laughed.

"I wouldn't say forever! We just haven't bumped into each other for, like, I don't know, a few weeks? Or even a month!" Alfred pulled a hand to his chest in disbelief.

"A month?!? Unimaginable!"

Well, I'd be lying if I said this wasn't a life long friendship-

"Wait wait wait hold on," Mr. Williams grabbed Mx. Magic's shoulders and turned them to face him. "Doesn't that sound weird?"

"Well do *you* want to write it?" They gestured to the computer. "This shit ain't easy, bud."

"Oh no no no," He shook his hands and his head. "You can keep that to yourself. Also you didn't mention me being british."

"I barely had a concept of race back then, why would I be able to tell if you were?" Mx. Magic whacked his arm.

"Did you just-" He looked to them in feigned anger. "Do NOT smack me!"

"Smack smack smack smaaaaack!" With each word, they smacked him again and again.

"Ooohh this is the kind of game you want to play, hmm?" He rolled up his sleeves hastily. "C'mere!"