The Skies Above Fandom Island
Wallflower wasn't entirely sure where she was when she woke up, but that wasn't exactly unusual. Something about the Cartoonist having a really sucky short-term memory and liking to retcon and fly by the seat of his pants a lot.
Pretty much as soon as she'd had those thoughts they were gone, the 4th wall was neatly bricked up and back in its place, and she knew what she was supposed to be doing: FIGHTING CRIME!
In the sky!
She wasn't sure if there was a lot of sky crime around here, but hey, there were plenty of trees and birds and clouds and that gorgeous castle to fly past while she scanned the island below looking for some.
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[Open to fliers of all stripes! Wallflower looks just like Francine in a shiny red-and-blue spandex suit, but she won't recognize the name.]
Pretty much as soon as she'd had those thoughts they were gone, the 4th wall was neatly bricked up and back in its place, and she knew what she was supposed to be doing: FIGHTING CRIME!
In the sky!
She wasn't sure if there was a lot of sky crime around here, but hey, there were plenty of trees and birds and clouds and that gorgeous castle to fly past while she scanned the island below looking for some.
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[Open to fliers of all stripes! Wallflower looks just like Francine in a shiny red-and-blue spandex suit, but she won't recognize the name.]