[ marcy was a little taken aback, surprised by the other’s actions for a moment before returning the gesture. ]
i’ve been gone for that long.. huh ?
[ she chuckled softly. she was glad people missed her; it meant she mattered to someone. ]
—
( she made her way over to her friend, throwing her arms around in an instant. )
O-Oh, Marcy! You have no idea how much I missed you!
I've been doing ehhh, I guess . . how about you?
she couldn’t help but smile as she watched the other’s expression brighten up. damn, anne and sash really knew how to get her to smile, huh?
“ hey sashy—! ”
it’s definitely, definitely been quite a while since she’s spoken her friend’s name.
it was nice.
She hadn't expected to see another human, that.. was actually the last thing she expected. And she 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 didn't expect him to be old-! She would have expected him to either be Sasha or Anne-!
Marcy just.. stood and stared in surprise.
Newtopia, her home. A warm, bright smile was on the ranger's face as she roamed the streets of the city, giving small; nervous waves to it's inhabitants.
Today was her 117th day in newtopia! Yup, she's been counting. And her 87th day as the chief ranger.
And today, she had-
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he had to find a way back to his dimension ; dipper , mabel , and stan must've been worried sick .
and the last thing ford wanted was his dimwitted brother trying to rebuild that portal , even if it saved him once before .
However, she heard yelling; shouting from some of the residents of newtopia, causing her to immediately swerve and steer towards the commotion.
"C'mon-"
"Ex-- Excuse me-"
"Sorry!"
She'd apologize, gently moving through the crowd that had seemed to form around the yelling.
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marcy sat outside of wartwood, staring at the endless graying skies. ever since andrias had taken over, everything had gone wrong.
she frowned, looking at the dead trees that littered the once-called “forest”. the grass was dead as well .
the air around her carried no sound .