Vanishing in figures.

I'm not a pantysniffer. I'm not a pervert.

When do I become this... superhero?

Oh no.
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Simon's England, Friday Fandom Time
Simon was standing outside the community center.

Except the community center wasn't there. It was as if something had picked up the building, foundations and all. And it seemed to have taken the ground with it as well. What was left was... nothing. A hole in reality. It almost hurt to look at it, and yet Simon couldn't force himself to turn away.

Beside him, Alisha was frowning at him, arms crossed over her chest. "Simon? What is it?"

Startled by the question, he managed to pry his eyes away from... whatever it was. "Can't you see it?"

"See what?" she asked. "There's nothing there, Simon."


Her eyebrows knitted further together, and she shook her head. "I don't understand."

Simon swallowed and turned his gaze towards the sight that made no sense. No, he didn't understand either. But he knew it was bad.

[ooc: NFB, NFI.]


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