Seven years have passed since the start of (Y/N) and Popee's story. Seven years of growth, development, and bettering oneself. Who cares though? Indeed it's not important enough to talk about. 

     Except for that time the police found (Y/N) and she was in deep trouble for running away.

     Yeah. That kind of sucked. 

     Past is the past. Where are they now?

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     "Popee, wake up!", a very aggravated (Y/N) said, hopping onto their bed. "Jeez, woman," Popee groaned and stretched. "I'll get up for a kiss," he said, opening an eye and smirking. (Y/N) leaned down and gave him a quick kiss, causing him to perk up and hop out of bed.

     "Marifa needs some help setting up for our next show. I would help but I have to set up costumes.".

     Marifa. You're probably confused. Popee and (Y/N) have been working hard for these seven years. Turning the Wolf Zurkus into The Hypnotic Cirque. A circus that allows the couple to stay home and have people come to them. With the help of the posting on the Wolf Circus forum, a large fanbase had already been created and allowed for a dedicated crowd and free advertisement. This forum is what ended up reuniting Popee and Marifa. When Popee admitted that he hadn't seen his sister in a decade, their fans went on a search for her. Prompting her return to her brother and the circus life. 

     "Yes, ma'am," Popee gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and ran off. (Y/N) walked off into the dressing room to finish up some designs. The door slowly pushed open and she looked behind her. "Hey babies," she smiled at the two purple pups. They hopped up on a stool and watched her work. 

     Yeah. Keda did get it on. 

     "Where's your dad?" (Y/N) asked, humming slightly. "I 'on't know. I figured Dada would've wanted us to come to you," one answered and the other nodded. She hummed in understanding and went to work. 

     The door was pushed open a bit more. "Hey," Marfia peaked in with a small smile, "I can handle this and the pups, you feel free to go to Popee. I get tired of him anyway," she giggled and pulled over a chair, petting the pup's heads. "Thank you, Rifa," (Y/N) smiled and got up. 

     She walked up behind Popee quietly and hugged him. "Hey, baby," he smiled looking back at her. "Marifa covering for you?" Popee asked and (Y/N) nodded. "Decided to help you so Marifa doesn't go insane," she giggled. "Oh, whatever," he teased and ruffled her hair. They moved some boxes around and organized the setup. 

     "Hey, Popee. What's this?" (Y/N) asked, finding a rough journal under some of the clutter. "Don't know. This is probably the only Wolf Zurkus area we haven't cleaned out. I don't recognize it.". Popee grabbed the book from her and flipped it, investigating. (Y/N) reached over and opened it. The first page had black printed letters centering on the page. 

'Another Story

Popee and (Y/N)

I Disagree'

     Popee and (Y/N) looked at each other a bit startled. This wasn't a written book. It was printed, hard copy. They both sat down next to each other. "Should we just toss it out?" Popee asked, alarmed, and wrapped an arm around her. (Y/N) flipped to another page. "Part of me wants to, but it's so odd. I feel like we should hold onto it.". Popee huffed and hugged the girl tight.

  "Momma, where are you," Popee groaned loudly, "I need your help, please.". Popee grumbled, crossed his arms, and sat down dramatically. "What, honey?", his mom signed and walked towards him. She sat down and put her arm on his shoulder. "Dad doesn't care," his nose scrunched up and he cuddled into his mom's arm, "I don't care.". She hugged him. "Baby, I know he asks like he doesn't, but I promise he does. Even if he doesn't, I care, Marifa cares, you care. I know you care baby.".

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"I care," one punch, "She cares," two punches, "Momma cares," three punches. Popee unwrapped the gloves from his hands and tossed them on the ground, huffing. He hopped up and down slightly and shook his wrists. "Damn," Popee poured some water over his head and laid a towel over his shoulders. "Thank you, Momma.". He kissed his fingertips and pointed them to the sky. 

     "Yikes," (Y/N) mumbled. "What is this?" Popee squeezed her tighter. 

  "Aw, she's so shy. I wish mine were this quiet," a tall woman chuckled and patted her kid's hair down. "I sure did get lucky with little (Y/N) here. She's so gifted, too," (Y/N)'s mom smiled as (Y/N) glanced off in the distance. They continued talking to each other as the woman's kid gave a wide, mocking smile. (Y/N) gave an awkward, fake smile back and looked away again. She stared at her feet and sighed lightly.

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"How was school?" (Y/N)'s mom asked as she made (Y/N)'s plate. "Good, thank you.". Her answer was quick and simple. She sat at the table with her family. They ate quietly, the only people constantly talking were her parents to each other. Boring, plain, reality.

After dinner, she went to her room and looked out her window. She opened it and took a deep breath. "Something new.".

     They looked back at each other again. Popee grabbed the book and threw it in a chest, locking it. "Let's just forget about that creepy B.S.". He shook his head. (Y/N) nodded. "Yeah, it's way freaky.". 

     When the chest shut, a breeze of air flowed out and a piece of paper slid by (Y/N)'s feet. She leaned down to pick it up.

'The End

- Kyra Vean.'

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