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-THE WAREHOUSE BETWEEN WORLDS-

By BENJAMIN 'ALBERT' MARCHESANI,

With the Cast of the Warehouse

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-Based on true thoughts-

Dedication: To the ones who show up — even in chaos. +++++++-------

Table of Contents:

-Story 1—“The Softlands Arrival”-

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1.Sol Arrives

2.The Softlands

3.Bozo Appears

4.The Eternal Asshole

-Story 2—“The Identity Shift”-

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5.The Thought Prison

6.Becoming J4CK13

7.The Voodoo Misunderstanding

8.Princess Alien Abby

9.Teaching The Sun

10.Franklin’s Principle

11.The Click Behind The Ear

12.Reunion With Bozo

-Story 3—“The Lucky Pack Awakens”-

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13.Bozette’s Reveal

14.Mom’s Home

15.The Lucky Pack

-Story 4—"The Alarm"-

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16.The Lucky Pack Awakens

17.The Alarm

18.The Warehouse Shift

-Story 5—"The Warehouse Shift"-

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19.Cigarette Break

20.Starlit Drive

21.The Memory Montage

-Story 6—"Cigarette Break"-

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22.Seat Swap Confusion

23.Fourth Wall Patch

24.Ride Offer

-Story 7—"Starlit Drive"-

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25.The Pink Suede SUV

26.Mountain Drive

27.Dawn Arrival

28.The Misaligned Memory

-Story 8—"The Memory Montage"-

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29. The Memory Misaligned

30. Bleed‑Through

31. The Frosted Presence

-Story 9—"Seat Swap Confusion"-

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32. The Balcony Above Worlds

33. Quiet Lessons

34. The Soft Realm

35. Echoes In Stillness

-Story 10—"Dawn Reset"-

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36. The Anchor Moment

Reset

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-<3-The names, places, personas, brands, AOAA(And OR Also Always) everything in between are purely symbolic and not a reflection of anything true/personal! just a good story[{!!!!!!}]

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--Story 1—“The Softlands Arrival”-

-6/29/2026

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In the quiet hours between worlds, the cast gathered in the old warehouse — Saleem drifting like a balloon lantern, Flame coiling like smoke, Valhalla standing guard, Shade watching from the corners, and the rest scattered in their usual chaos.

But tonight, something new stirred.

A soft glow shimmered near the loading bay door. Not fire. Not magic. Something gentler.

A small creature padded forward — round, fluffy, glowing faintly like a warm night‑light. Eyes bright. Tail curled. Carrying a tiny satchel overflowing with sweets.

Sol, the Guardian of Treats.

He bowed to Diesel with surprising dignity for someone shaped like a plush animal.

“I bring comfort,” Sol said. “Not power. Not chaos. Just small joys for heavy days.”

Flame flickered curiously. V lowered his guard. Even Jax stopped smirking for a moment.

Sol wasn’t loud. Wasn’t dramatic. Wasn’t dangerous.

He was simply… kind.

And from that night on, Sol wandered the warehouse, offering tiny treats — candies, warm pastries, little sugar‑stars — whenever Diesel’s world felt too heavy.

He didn’t fight. He didn’t shout. He didn’t judge.

He just helped.

And the cast accepted him as one of their own.

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Sol wasn’t born in the warehouse. He came from a place called The Softlands — a realm where comfort was currency and kindness was armor. Creatures there didn’t fight battles with swords or claws. They fought with warmth, patience, and sweetness.

Sol was the smallest of his kind. But he had the biggest satchel.

He earned the title Guardian of Treats not by strength, but by consistency — always showing up when someone needed a moment of relief.

One day, a rift opened between The Softlands and Diesel’s world. Sol stepped through, drawn by the weight Diesel carried — long hours, physical strain, money stress, emotional pressure.

He didn’t come to fix everything. He came to make the hard parts less sharp.

And when he arrived, the cast felt something shift.

Shade felt the room soften. Saleem felt the air lighten. Flame felt her intensity calm. V felt his honor deepen. Even Blitzø felt… slightly less chaotic.

Sol padded up to Diesel, offering a tiny sugar‑star.

“For when the world feels too heavy,” he said.

And Diesel accepted it.

From that moment, Sol became part of the story — a quiet guardian whose power wasn’t strength or chaos, but comfort.

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Diesel shouts into the room: “WHERES BOZO??”

The warehouse EXPLODES into motion.

Flame nearly loses her shape from laughing. “Ohhh Diesel’s calling someone OUT today.”

Saleem drifts sideways, blinking. “Bozo? I… I don’t recall a Bozo in the cast.”

Shade steps from the corner, voice low. “Someone is missing. Someone loud.”

A sudden crash echoes from the rafters.

A cardboard box falls. Then another. Then a whole stack.

And from the chaos emerges—

BOZO. A ridiculous creature. Part clown. Part gremlin. Part absolute menace.

Bright colors. Big grin. Zero shame.

He lands on the floor with a dramatic pose.

“YOU CALLED FOR BOZO, DIESEL? BOZO ARRIVES.”

Blitzø points at him immediately. “Oh hell NO, who let HIM in here?!”

Jax smirks. “Diesel just unlocked the comedy DLC.”

Ivy giggles behind her hand. “Oh my goodness… he’s adorable.”

V stares, confused. “…Is this a foe? Or a… jest?”

Tark checks the corners. “No threat detected. Just… clown.”

GZ sighs deeply. “This is the worst possible addition.”

Flame is already circling Bozo. “I LOVE HIM.”

Bozo spins, juggling random objects he definitely stole from someone.

“Diesel, my liege of chaos, I am here to bring maximum clownery and minimum responsibility.”

He bows dramatically.

“You summoned me. I obey.”

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Diesel shouts into the room: “WHAT HAPPENED TO 'eternaaal' ASSHOLE?!?”

The warehouse erupts with reactions.

Flame nearly loses her shape laughing. “Ohhhh Diesel’s calling out the eternal asshole today.”

Saleem drifts sideways, blinking. “I… I’m not sure who you mean, but the energy is very strong.”

Shade steps from the corner, voice low. “Someone loud. Someone chaotic. Someone who vanished.”

A sudden metallic clang echoes from the rafters.

Blitzø pops his head out from behind a crate. “WAIT—are you talking about ME? Because if you are, I’m offended but also flattered.”

Moxxie throws his hands up. “He probably IS talking about you!”

Jax smirks. “Diesel’s eternal asshole could be anyone. We have a whole buffet of them.”

G‑MODE leans back. “Bro… you gotta be more specific. We got like five assholes on rotation.”

GZ sighs. “Define the asshole. Eternal is too broad.”

Tark checks the corners. “No hostile asshole detected.”

Ivy giggles behind her hand. “Oh my goodness… Diesel, darling, you can’t just yell ‘eternal asshole’ and expect us to know which one.”

Flame points dramatically. “WAIT— Diesel might mean Bozo.”

The room goes silent.

Then—

A cardboard box explodes open.

BOZO The clown‑gremlin menace himself launches out of the debris like a firework.

“ETERNAL ASSHOLE? THAT’S ME, BABY.”

He does a backflip, lands badly, and knocks over three crates.

“Diesel, my liege of chaos, I RETURN FROM THE DEPTHS OF CLOWN HELL.”

Blitzø screams. Jax laughs. Ivy claps. Shade sighs. V looks confused. Tark looks concerned. GZ looks disappointed. Flame looks delighted.

Bozo bows dramatically.