Toadette's Story: Book 2

Chapter 127 - Duped

The farther the Toads trekked from Twilight Town, the heavier the air felt against their skin. Vivian guided them along the Twilight Trail. The wind was gone; trees loomed motionless in the gloom, becoming sparser and sparser.

Toadette sipped from her water bottle. “How do you tell time in this place? It’s been almost evening for what feels like forever.”

“We count crows.” Vivian gestured at the bare branches above them. “The more crows, the later it is in the day.”

“Or we could just use a phone. It’s not that—” Toad’s hand froze. The dead phone screen stared back at him. He pressed the power button, and nothing happened. Even removing and popping the battery back in yielded zero results.

“Twilight Trail eats modern electronics,” Vivian said. “So the crows are much more dependable.”

“Great. Never met a place so eager to piss people off.” Toad shot Toadette a look. “This means our radar’s probably fried too. If Wario’s already around here, we won’t be able to scramble his signal.”

“We’ll check it after we deal with Doopliss.” Toadette hopped over a root. “Besides, Wario’s radar didn’t completely help him last time. We’ve still got speed on our sides. And brains.”

“And these.” Minh strode ahead, her bare feet sinking into the earth with each step. She then lifted one, displaying the filth smeared across her sole. “Absolute bliss.”

Toad watched in disgust as a chunk of filth fell off her heel. “You’re gonna walk out of here with feet so filthy they’ll have their own ecosystems.”

“That’s the goal,” she said with a wink. “Hey, if you eat a Mini Mushroom, you can be their first citizen.”

Toadette eyed Vivian’s bare feet. “Wait, why aren’t you wearing shoes? We’re only barefoot for disguise. Doesn’t everyone here already know who you are?”

Vivian paused mid-step. “You know, no one’s ever asked. Truth is, I’ve never worn shoes.”

“Never?” Minh’s jaw dropped. “Get out of here!”

“But doesn’t that drive you insane?” Toadette was still wrestling with a pebble wedged into her fishnet. “Having rocks sticking to your feet?”

Vivian wiggled her toes. “You stop noticing after a few centuries.”

Toad rubbed his cap. “Gloves but no shoes. Makes perfect sense.”

Minutes bled into hours. Toad felt his mind dulling, his body shifting into autopilot as the endless twilight pressed on. Toadette’s fishnets snagged on every rock and twig, and her muttered curses were the only soundtrack to her march. After drinking too much water, she disappeared behind a bush and let loose. A long moan escaped her lips. When Toad called out, “Can you pee any louder?” the resulting laughter made her red in the face.

But Minh was suffering most. Initially there was joy in the dirty walk. She even got in a good tongue kiss on Toadette—one that had Toadette spitting out for minutes. But the initial joy had turned into misery. Pain shot through her arches as her heavy feet slapped against the uneven ground. Her calves screamed with every incline.

“The one bright side to not wearing flip-flops here,” she panted, coming to a full stop. “At least my heels aren’t screaming in as much pain.”

Toadette managed a weary chuckle. “I thought you were the queen of flip-flops.”

“Regular sandals? Easy.” Minh kneaded a knot in her calf. “But strapless flip-flops? I love them to death, but I’m slipping out of them regularly, Toadette. They’re not designed for extended marathons. Have we been walking for four hours?”

“Three,” Vivian corrected, pointing at the trees. “Just one more to go. You’ll survive.”

“That’s it!” Minh collapsed, thrusting her filthy feet at Toad. “Rub them. Please.”

“No.” He crossed his arms. “Your mom’s a masseuse. Pretty sure you can rub your own dirty feet.”

“Jeez, I’ll just rub them.” Toadette dropped to her knees in front of Minh. “Ten-minute rest. Okay?”

“Lovely.” Vivian stretched her arms. “Yeah, Mario hated this trail. Had to cross it five times.”

“Five times?” Toadette’s eyes bulged.

“I was there for three of them.”

“Hold on, so he walked for twenty hours on this path?” Toad jabbed a finger at Vivian. “Witch, this is the wrong time to test your comedy. We just survived a multi-day voyage. These two nearly drowned from endless swimming.”

Minh’s entire body went rigid. “We are not bringing up that raft trip. You have any idea how wrinkly my feet were after that?”

“Relax, guys. Everything’s gonna be fine.” Vivian’s hands settled on Minh’s shoulders. “Mario’s problem was that Doopliss slipped a curse on him. In our case? I’m pretty sure he has no clue we’re coming.”

Forty minutes later, the dirt gave way to pine needles. Wind stung their cheeks. Around the Moon glowed a violet sky in place of the previous orange. Toadette didn’t question it; logic had long abandoned this place.

“Hmm?” Minh caught a glimpse of a particular tree. It appeared to have a perfect hollowed mark in it—big enough to help make a small clearing. “This one’s different from the others. Looks like it took a beating.”

“It might’ve always been there,” Vivian said. “Definitely hammer marks. Probably from when Mario needed something to take his anger out on.”

“This is recent,” Minh said. She leaned closer. “No way are these marks from years ago.”

Toad squinted. “What? We supposed to believe Mario’s actually here?”

“As if. He’d have been helping us long ago if he cared.” Toadette shuffled past them. “Probably this Doopliss guy just needed a shortcut.”

As they walked, a sound drifted in: a warped lullaby.

Toad raised an eyebrow. “Toadette… Is that you singing?”

“If I were singing, you’d all be begging for death by—” But her steps slowed. Her eyelids drooped. “I… Okay, I need to sit down for just a…”

Her body hit the ground.

“Toadette!” Minh rushed over to her.

Vivian’s head snapped up. “Cover your ears! Crazee Dayzees!”

“Oh crap!” Minh slapped her palms over her ears.

“Crazee what?” Toad shouted. “Someone wanna fill me in here?”

Vivian raised her hand, flames licking at her fingertips. But she froze. One glance at the dense forest killed her idea. So she slipped into the shadows instead.

The melody grew sweet. From the undergrowth emerged yellow blossoms, white petals surrounding their placid smiles. They swayed in a hypnotic rhythm, their stumpy bodies trembling with each note.

Toad winced as his vision swam. He staggered and fell. “I can’t… I can’t move…”

The Dayzees sniffed the air, inspecting his feet. They recoiled. His feet were so clean, as if constantly rinsed with water. Their focus shifted to Toadette, whose fishnets carried a synthetic tang and a faint trace of urine. They hissed, their song dipping into a minor key, and turned away.

But Minh was different.

Her feet sank into the soil, reeking of breadcrumbs, Rogueport sweat and Twilight Trail dust. The Dayzees recognised the feast instantly; she was a banquet of natural oils and grime.

The golden leader darted forward. Minh shrieked as its mouth clamped onto her big toe.

“Get off! I’m not plant food!” She kicked, but the creature held fast, probing between her toes for every trace of sweat-enhanced soil.

A second Dayzee wriggled under her heel, its tiny teeth grazing her sole. She gasped and curled her toes to dislodge it. But they only succeeded in trapping the first Dayzee’s tongue deeper between them.

“You didn’t hear me the first time?”

She slammed her foot onto the second Dayzee’s face. She then ground her foot in slow circles, the weight and size of her sole crushing the petals beneath it.

A third Dayzee latched onto her other foot, lips swallowing four toes at once. Minh kicked it away, but it returned, this time singing to weaken her. It was working. Her fingers began to slip, and her legs trembled.

An idea hit.

“You love my feet? Then get a real good taste!” She jammed her toes into the third Dayzee’s throat. Her broad heel disappeared past its lips, stretching the creature like taffy. Growling, she wiggled her toes viciously. The Dayzee finally convulsed and spat her foot out in a thick glob of saliva. The first one fared no better under her doubled weight. Its mouth was sore from the deep pressure, and so it turned over.

Minh steadied herself, planting both soles in the dirt.

“The toe cheese buffet’s still open! Who else is hungry?”

The following shriek shattered the melody. The Dayzees’ petals quivered, and the entire troop scattered into the undergrowth. Minh wiped her feet, saliva still clinging to her toes.

“You guys have killer vocal cords,” she panted, nudging one of the defeated flowers with her foot. It ran away, screaming. “Shame your gag reflex couldn’t keep up.”

Toad groaned, pushing himself upright. “So I’m guessing I missed the main event?”

“Minh T. just force-fed them a five-star foot buffet,” Vivian said, reappearing from the shadows with flushed cheeks. “I was so ready to torch them. Why did you let them escape, if I may ask?”

“Killing’s a last resort.” Minh flexed her toes. “Besides, this isn’t my first rodeo with these pretty little nightmares. They’re just more feral out here.”

“We should move before their reinforcements show up.” Toadette’s legs still trembled as she hauled herself upright. “How far to Creepy Steeple?”

“Not much—”

A violent gust of wind tore through the clearing, ripping Vivian’s hat off her head. A streak of white, black and blue blurred past them.

“There!” Minh pointed.

At the trail’s bend, the figure paused, adjusting the weight on their shoulder. A limp green arm dangled from the sack slung across their back.

“Not so fast!” Vivian stepped forward, flames already igniting in her palm. “Doopliss!” She hurled a fireball, but the monster had already vanished into the darkness. The flames struck a nearby tree trunk instead. She yelped.

Toad stomped the fire out immediately, wincing at the heat radiating under his feet. The flame’s size told him she’d held back.

She’d better watch herself. If this forest goes up, I don’t have the gear to stop it from spreading.

“How the heck is he moving that fast?” Minh asked, still catching her breath.

“Kidnapping tends to put a real spring in your step,” Toad said.

“He thinks he’s fast?” Toadette stomped once. “Let’s show him what fast actually looks like!”

***

That evening, as the Sun set behind Rogueport’s rooftops, Penelope sat cross-legged on the floor, her bag spilt open. A crumpled drawing, snacks, a DSi charger… Finally, at the bottom, coins. She counted carefully. “One hundred and six…”

Amini emerged from the kitchen with juice. Penelope flinched, trying to hide the coins.

“Sweetie, you’re not thinking about—”

“I wanna help,” Penelope said firmly. “Here. You can take my coins.”

“Absolutely not.” Amini’s hands gripped her shoulders. “This is my problem, honey. You just have fun.”

“But—”

“Even if I said yes, I need more than you can offer me. Do you understand?”

Penelope nodded reluctantly. “Yes, miss.”

“Thank you.” Amini kissed the top of her head before retreating to the kitchen.

The moment Amini was out of earshot, Penelope shuffled to where Jasmin was lying on her stomach, flipping through a book.

“Jazz,” she whispered, “we need to make some money while we’re here.”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean?”

“I mean no.” Jasmin flipped the page. “That’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever had.”

“Oh, please. Says the girl who tried to steal from a casino.” Penelope pouted. “Give me a break.”

“I’m dying of stress, thank you very much. I don’t need any more on top of what I’ve already got.”

“I’m just trying to help Miss Amini T. with—”

“With what?” Jasmin finally looked at her. “We’re gonna get jobs? In this town? Good luck with that.”

Penelope groaned. “Then we’ll just have to steal some coins.”

“What?”

“You heard me. We’re not bad guys. We’re stealing for a good cause.”

“Dios mío.” Jasmin sat up straight. “You got a death wish? We’d have to steal over a thousand coins to help this lady, I bet. We just survived hell, so let’s stop worrying about other people and just—”

A tremendous crash erupted from downstairs, cutting her off.

Amini rushed out of the kitchenette. Shouting followed. Amini’s voice clashed with deeper, gravelly ones. The Piantas.

Penelope immediately rushed to see what was happening. Jasmin trailed behind with a sigh.

They crept towards the stairs. Through the gaps in the railing, they could see the lobby. The two Piantas from earlier had returned with friends. There were four of them now, filling the cramped space with their bulk. The entire lobby was a filthy mess, with spilt water, ripped magazines and cigarette ash sprinkled for extra insult. One of them was casually tossing a vase between his hands. Amini stood trembling behind the front desk.

“Just a reminder,” the lead Pianta growled. “It’s business, lady.”

“I understand!” Amini stammered. “I’ll get it. I just need some—”

The vase in the other Pianta’s hands shattered against the wall, making Amini shriek. Ceramic shards scattered across the floor.

“Two days,” the lead Pianta straightened Amini’s dress. “Clock is still ticking… We won’t bother you no more until then.”

“But we’re always watching,” one of the lackeys said. “Always.”

The door slammed behind them. For a moment, there was only silence.

Then Amini’s knees gave way. She caught herself on the desk and let out a broken sob. Her shoulders shook as she covered her face with her hands, desperately trying to muffle the sound.

Penelope’s nails bit into her palms. She nearly slipped down the stairs, with Jasmin having to hold her back.

“Don’t even—” Jasmin grabbed her arm, but Penelope shook her off.

“I’m going to help her,” Penelope whispered.

“No, you’re not. What are you really gonna do? Please just think about—”

“Jasmin. Shut up.” Her voice was steady now. “You can help me, or you can stay here. But I’m not going to sit around and watch her lose everything because of some jerks.”

Penelope pushed past Jasmin, teeth gritted. Jasmin’s breath hitched.

If I let her die, I’ll never sleep well again…

***

Toadette wiped sweat off her forehead. “We… We made it…”

After another gruelling trek, the Creepy Steeple loomed ahead like a cathedral carved from nightmares—dark stone, stained glass, and an aura of dread. Its gate was locked with a rusted padlock.

“Our entrance lies that way,” Vivian said, pointing at a weed-choked well. “Hop in.”

Toadette started to ask how far down, but Vivian shoved her. She dropped six metres onto…a trampoline? Before she could react, something heavier landed: Minh’s grimy feet pressing into her cap.

“Minh!” Toadette wheezed. “You are crushing me alive!”

Toad descended last, landing with more grace. “Alright, what’s the catch this time? A pipe that wants our names carved on our organs?”

“Nothing so unreasonable.” Vivian navigated a narrow corridor and shoved against a solid wall. It pushed forward, revealing a steep upward slope. “Everyone close to me.”

They obeyed and were plunged into absolute darkness. A cacophony of creaking wood and sharp whispers assaulted them. Seconds later, light returned. The wall was now behind them.

“Ta-da. We’re in,” giggled Vivian.

The interior of the steeple reeked of old incense and decay. Light bled into the foyer.

“Okay,” Vivian whispered, “I haven’t been here in years, but we need to reach the top floor. That’s where he’s hiding.” She gestured right. “Toadette, let’s take the right path together.”

“Works for me.”

“I’ll go solo,” Toad said. “Need complete focus in case he tries pulling something.”

“Sorry for cramping your style,” Minh scoffed. “But don’t worry. I’ll go take the left side.”

Toadette shook her head. “You two shouldn’t separate.”

“I’m a big girl, Toadette. Besides…” She pointed to her feet. “I’ve got my secret weapons.”

Toad grunted and vanished straight ahead. Toadette and Vivian headed right, leaving Minh alone in the gloom.

She walked in silence, the only sound being the soft patter of her bare feet on the ancient stone floor. After five minutes, she had encountered bugs and intricate webs, but there was still no sign of Doopliss.

A heavier footstep behind her made her whirl around.

“That was fast.” She put her hands on her hips. “Get bored of your own company, Toad?”

“Something like that.” He let her take several more steps before catching her wrist. “Let’s cut the treasure hunt short. We’re not ready for this place right now. I say we grab the others and head back to Rogueport. Now.”

Minh paused, tilting her head. “You crazy? Letting Wario win isn’t a strategy.”

“It’s called playing the long game. Let him do all the work for us, then we can snatch his treasures.”

“The only long game here is him robbing us of our two stars, getting the other seven and turning our kingdom into his sick playground. No.”

“We’re not letting that happen.” He squeezed her wrist. “Let’s just go.”

Minh’s eyes narrowed. Toad would never suggest retreat like this, no matter how concerned he was. What the heck is wrong with him?

She let out a sigh. “You know, all this talk about running away is making my feet ache all over again. Gosh, they’ve been through so much today. So sweaty and filthy and slimy…”

Toad’s eyes flickered down to her feet. He was unfazed. “Yeah, they’re…very filthy. We’ll find a nice scrubbing joint over in Rogueport.”

Strike one. Real Toad would’ve gagged and called them abominations by now.

“Clean them?” She licked her lips slowly. “You know I love keeping them like this.” She stepped closer. “And you know what would make them feel so much better? If you gave them a nice, long kiss. Right on my arch. Just to show you care about my poor, suffering feet.”

Toad’s eye twitched violently. “A kiss?”

“Yep. Un besito.” She lifted one foot slightly, dirt flaking off.

Trembling, Toad leaned in and kissed her foot in the exact spot she wanted.

Strike two. The real Toad would rather kiss a smelly fish.

“And then, if you’re extra sweet, maybe you could suck on my toes? Get that delicious toe cheese out from between them with your tongue? Mmm… All creamy with that crust for some extra texture.” Her voice dropped in pitch. “C’mon, don’t you wanna eat all that chunky cheddar that’s been cooking between them for hours. I bet it tastes scrumptious. And then…ooh, maybe I could sandwich your cock between these feet? I’d flatten it like a pancake.”

Her words came out in shuddered moans as she got even closer.

“I’ll grind this filth into your skin until you can’t tell where the dirt ends and the sweat begins. You want that?” She batted her eyelashes. “You wanna fuck my feet?”

“Yes, your feet are amazing,” he chuckled. “I’d love to fuck your dirty feet. You know, they’re so thick and fat and…substantially robust! You could crush a whole watermelon with those things!”

Strike three.

“Okay,” she giggled. “I can’t wait. Just one little problem.”

“What’s that?”

“The real Toad would rather die than have sex with my feet.”

Minh swung her heavy, dirt-caked foot in an upward arc, connecting with the imposter’s jaw. The thing wearing Toad’s face staggered backwards with a grunt. He growled.

Minh frowned. “I tease him so much, knowing he’d puke before eating my toe cheese!”

She charged forward for another strike. The imposter yanked out a perfect replica of Toad’s pickaxe and hurled it at her skull. She dove, feeling the tool whistle past her nose.

She wrapped her arms around his legs, trying to drag him down. Instead, he slammed a fist directly on her cap, making her scream and lose her grip.

“You morons are interrupting my me time,” he roared. “Get out of my steeple!”

She bit into his bare calf. He howled, stumbling away.

But he recovered faster than she’d expected. He grabbed her head and slammed her against the wall. Her face smashed into the glass. Then again. Her searching hand caught several artefacts on a nearby shelf, sending them crashing to the floor. Suddenly the entire structure began to vibrate.

“Toadette!” Her teeth chattered from the shaking. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she threw her head back as hard as she could. WHAM! He released her, reaching for his bloodied nose.

She fell to her knees, holding back tears as the ringing continued in her head.

“Damn it…” The imposter’s eyes went wide. “No! No! The switch!”

“Minh?” A voice shouted from down the hall.

The real Toad came sprinting across the corner, skidding to a halt as he saw his friend facing a perfect copy of himself.

“Oh hell!” He ripped his pickaxe from his belt.

The fake Toad lunged at Minh, but the real Toad was faster. He dashed, his pickaxe gleaming in the moonlight streaming through broken windows. With a roar of pure rage, he swung with everything he had, piercing the imposter’s chest.

The blow shattered the fake completely. It exploded into a vortex of black smoke and orange shadows that dissipated.

Toadette and Vivian arrived moments later, breathless.

“What just happened?” Toadette panted.

“Charming host,” Toad said, kicking at the spot where his double vanished. “Didn’t even offer us a drink.”

“Ugh, my head,” Minh groaned. “He was yelling about some switch.”

“A staircase shifted in my section right before the screaming started,” Toad noted.

“The left path! It has to be!” Vivian sprinted ahead of them. “Come on!”

As they ascended, swirling shadows gathered around them. But before they could strike, Vivian’s hands glowed with soft, protective flame.

“Doopliss! We’re here to talk!” Another wave of dark energy shattered against her barrier. “Okay, clearly he’s not a fan of visitors!”

“Well he’s getting company whether he likes it or not,” Toadette snarled, using her momentum to vault past Vivian’s barrier.

The climb was brutal. The air grew colder with each step, and tendrils of dark energy clawed at their ankles, trying desperately to drag them back down.

“In here!” Toadette gasped, shouldering through a door. A spiral staircase was all that remained between them and the top.

“Stop!” a voice yelled from above, edged with genuine panic. “Not now! I’m almost done!”

“Try and stop us!” Toadette shouted back.

“I’m busy! Come back later! Tomorrow! Next week… Curse it all, do you ninnies have no concept of privacy?”

“Save it!”

She burst into the upper room and landed with her teeth bared. Her expression immediately froze.

Doopliss stood in the centre of the room, facing a massive canvas propped on an easel. The sheet covering his body rippled and shifted rhythmically as he worked frantically at his erection, completely focused on the painting before him.

The painting depicted Princess Peach, but not the familiar version. This version had pale, sickly skin and glowing red eyes.

That’s… That’s what Penelope looked like on the ship, Toadette realised.

Doopliss let out a low, desperate moan, his hips thrusting into his fist. “Yes, yes, my queen, take it all, take it—”

His eyes snapped open as he sensed their presence. He whipped around, looking frantically between the intruders and his sticky situation.

“Why?” He scrambled for tissues on a nearby table. “What’s the big idea, interrupting a guy’s fun time? This is private property.”

Minh’s jaw dropped. “That’s a welcome I won’t forget.”

Toad looked at the various tissues on the floor. It was like a minefield. “What is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me?” Doopliss shrieked. “I was appreciating fine art! My commissioned portrait of the Shadow Queen! Do you have any idea what this cost me? And you just barge in, ready to make a mess all over the place?”

“Shadow Queen?” Toadette asked.

“Long story,” Vivian sighed. “I worshipped her for most my life. So embarrassing…”

“Yeah, but that’s just Peach with the goth filter cranked up to one million,” Minh said. “In what world is that some queen of shadows?”

“Enough about the art,” Vivian snapped. “Where are the townspeople? And the star?”

“The Ethereal Star,” Toad corrected.

Doopliss blinked. “Stars? Like the Crystal Stars? That was aeons ago. Mario, good ol’ Mister Slick, let those things scatter across the entire planet, last I checked. I’m an art collector, not some trinket hunter.”

“What about the missing Twilighters?” Toadette asked.

“Same answer, sweetheart. Haven’t kidnapped anybody.” He glanced down at his work. “Well… Once I had to find the right artist to paint this masterpiece, and he needed some extra persuasion to get the details right. A mime-looking guy.”

Vivian’s gaze swept across the other paintings lining the room. Her face went green.

“Ew! Did you…” Her jaw dropped. “Are those my sisters?”

“Jealous I skipped you? Look, no offence, but you’re more boring than a wall. Beldam?” He let out a low whistle. “There’s a woman with presence. Those curves, that mature energy…” His gaze drifted to another painting. “And Marilyn? Ooh, mama! She could give Flurrie competition. A girl built like she’s never missed a meal. Utterly divine.”

His eyes scanned Minh from head to toe. “You, though… You’re a stranger one with that foot thing. But you’re still built like a beautiful swine.” He licked his lips noisily. “If you ever wanted to park that jiggly, wiggly caboose on my face, I would thank my lucky stars. I don’t care how unwashed and sweaty it is; I will cause earthquakes in that rainforest.”

Minh grimaced as her face went bright red. “I need an E. Gadd device that can make me forget you just said all that.”

“Suit yourself, buttercup.”

Vivian scratched her head. “So if you didn’t kidnap anyone, and you don’t have any stars…”

Silence crashed over the room. The horrible truth began to dawn on them.

“It can’t be…” Toadette’s voice was a whisper.

***

Deep in the woods, far beyond the steeple, the blur finally skidded to a halt.

A vast clearing opened before him, dominated by an abandoned mansion plucked straight from a horror film. Torches ringed the property.

Cricket pushed his way through the front door and dropped his sack with a thud that echoed through the corridors. Wiping sweat from his brow, he grinned.

“Delivery’s in!” he announced, giving the sack a playful kick. “These guys weigh practically nothing, Ashley. I could’ve carried thrice as many!”

Ashley sat in an ornate chair, stroking her red wand.

“Thirty-two now, correct?” She turned towards the enormous cauldron beside her, stirring its green-violet contents as noxious steam rose. She tasted it then watched Cricket dump the unconscious Twilighter onto the floor. “That’s more than enough to turn this graveyard upside down for Wario’s star… As well as keep me entertained.”

Cricket leaned closer. “What about the peanut butter? You promised.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Later. Once my appetite is big enough.”

“Perfect!” He zipped off to fetch binding chains, leaving her alone with her new captive. Ashley studied him, resting one boot-clad foot on another Twilighter who was on all fours. The leather creaked, and a faint odour spread.

“A queen,” she murmured. smirking. “This little town will be perfect. So many new friends...”

Her gaze tightened on the unconscious Twilighter.

“I wonder if you’ll appreciate proper friendship once you wake up.”

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Author’s Note:
I told you I’d make the boring trail more enjoyable. Between Minh fighting the Crazee Dayzees, giving that juicy description of her feet and seeing Doopliss’ mess, I don’t know which part I found most enjoyable.