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The Villain key finds himself rudely taken from the library — after some shenanigans ensue, he ends up propped up on a bedridden woman’s nightstand.
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06 Sep 2026
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« 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. "𝘉𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵-𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘉𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦."
"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦."
"𝘜𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦." »
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Chase takes Buddy home. Meanwhile, he can't stop thinking about the world.
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25 Aug 2026
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The Crystal Slope competitions are the final preliminary rounds before contestants are chosen to proceed to nationals! The only difference in this competition is that the event coordinators thought it would be a good idea for each competitor to have their own "rival" in each round. Though his rivalry has nothing to do with eliminating contestants, it adds a fun flair for the fans... And maybe for the competitors too.
Chase Hollow has been a long-time fan of Nox Keystone and his unique style, and this is finally his chance to meet his idol! But he should have known you should never meet your heroes.
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25 Aug 2026
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24 Aug 2026
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He pauses, as if he needs to think over the words carefully.
“—We don’t need to talk about what happened, because nothing happened.”
Chase stares breathlessly, each word a slap on his skin, an ache that nestles itself deep. Nothing happened. Buddy says it so matter-of-fact, like he’s decided on a truth that Chase has no say in. The hurt turns sharp, the thorns pricking his blood until it quells into a pointed rage, clawing its way up Chase’s throat.
“You kissed me, Buddy,” Chase whispers, but it lands like a slap, from how Buddy’s eyes, so blue and dark, widen.
Buddy looks away, refusing to make eye contact, “We were in dire circumstances.”
“You— why are you—,” Chase sputters, desperate to try and make sense of it. Sense of how Buddy could kiss him so gently, hands holding him like he was a delicate thing, ask to be his hero and then suddenly act like it meant nothing. He clenches his fists, fingernails leaving marks in his palms.
“You kissed me like—Like you wanted to.”
Or: Chase fumbles his way through asking Buddy to watch the fireworks with him. Nothing more, nothing less. Somehow, Buddy agrees.
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02 Aug 2026