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Twenle walked down the pavement, sighing deeply as she kicked some rocks out of the way.
She had just received word that her group, The Joppers, would officially be disbanding. It wasn't a surprise, considering they'd already disbanded like 8 times prior, but still it hurt.
The Joppers officially went their seperate ways...
Vivi? She'd finally met Heeseung and married him, only to wake up in a hospital bed and realise she'd been in a coma for the last 50 years. None of it was real.
Tony? Tony spent his time exploring all the different amusement parks around the world, only meeting his end when Mickey Mouse pulled up on him in the Disney World parking lots with a glock.
Well, Oli had the best fate out of the group.. rumour has it she joined RuPauls drag race and ran away, others say she yass'd too hard she went permanently bald and decided never to show her face in public again. But who knows?
Oh, let's not forget Gem. Gem who joined late but became a very contributing member to the group. Well, she was scouted by MODHAUS and eventually got added to TripleS as their 25th member. Too bad that bullying scandal happened...
Fritz ended up marrying 7 different animated characters + Taemin, his former evil ceo. One night, he woke up, discovering that Miku had stolen all of his money and ran out on him. Now he's broke and single, no one wants him.
Sigh, uri fake maknae Twenle.. Twenle became a poet after struggling financially for 5 years. She was successful, getting thousands of commissions daily. All of her success came crashing down when she was served lawsuit papers from their old company, JOPHAUS, for slander and spiraling on their company twitter account.
'Hah.. those times were wild!' Twenle thought as she continued skipping down the pavement, feeling her old jopper ways coming back to her. Due to the fact that Twenle was now old and a hag, her hip started to fall on her and she eventually crumbled to the ground after skipping too hard.
"Yoooo, you good?" A voice called out, a familiar voice..
"Mark??? Mark LEE??" She spoke in disbelief, not knowing if it was really him or not. Wasn't he going to therapy for what happened in Vivi's basement all those years ago? She added a question onto her previous question, "What are you doing in the UK?"
"Dude I like, felt the jopping energy here.. like bro I just knew I had to come here." He spoke as if he was a prophet, and he sure as hell was. All that time they called Jopism a cult, well yeah, it is now. Finally, one of the MAIN creators of jopping acknowledging her. The jopping everyday was not for nothing. But.. was this a sign? Was this a sign from the Jop Gods.. Jod?? Was he telling her that The Joppers HAD to get back together?
"Jippity jop.." She broke down into tears, staying on the pavement and avoiding his gaze. His golden jop hands picked her up, guiding her to a nearby bench to let her collect her thoughts somewhere that wasn't on the nasty British ground.
"Mark.. I need to tell you a story. Vivi.. she.. she changed after you were freed from her basement. She even gave a local orphanage the Vespa Legos you made together. You need to know about our story."
"Bro I'm just here on a business trip, Ion got time for this-"
"Back in 2023..." Twenle started, not letting her story of The Joppers fall into the abyss of time. They would be remembered for the way they carried the Story of Jop, and their 700 scandals.