"When I returned home to the manor, FINALLY feeling myself more whole than I had before, I was greeted by a new face in the manor. The chihuahua curtsied to me, ears laying sideways and her smile humble and submissive. It didn't take me long to catch on that this was the last of the Paw Patrol standing before me. On her tag was a little drinking glass filled with a spiked coffee shot I knew oh so well I'd enjoy either late at night or early in the mornings.
"Hola, Master. I am Tracy, Mistress Poppy's newest maid. I will be serving you faithfully as your humble bartender and barista. I hope to be of estupendo use to you."
Believe me, I'm glad to now FINALLY have a dedicated chef and drink mixer in my staff. I asked Poppy to gather everyone inside the manor; it was finally time to move on from Adventure Bay to a new world to explore. Its strange, though... Every now and then I swear I see Tracy checking me out and smiling like she's been staring at my ass... Must be my imagination."
To those of you who ARE fluent in Spanish, please forgive me for butchering it. Tracy very much likes to flirt with the Master in Spanish, and since he doesn't understand it, she's quite able to get away with it. For now, he and Poppy have departed Adventure Bay with the Poppy Pack, to venture to a new world with another fragment of his essence. And don't worry about the Pups or their home; if you've ever dropped a book in water and ruined it, but can buy a replacement with little to no issue, this is what Poppy has done; just one single version of the Paw Patrol are now the Master's, while the pups you know and love are the same and none the wiser in another dimension.
If that doesn't satisfy you, then I use the ultimate cop out card; MAGIC!
That's... Not really necessary. Appreciated, but not needed. The particular Multiverse the Poppy Pack were taken from has long since painlessly melted away, like an author who is writing a book hates what on a page, removes it, and proceeds. The final book, minus the page that was removed, it made a whole, as if the draft page never existed.
That's... Not really necessary. Appreciated, but not needed. The particular Multiverse the Poppy Pac
