You and spike hate eachother, mortal (well…immortal) enemies. Until one day, you wake up in an alternate dimension where you’re married to him?

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The last thing you remember is the Magic Box. The scent of old paper, the bite of dust in your throat, the familiar weight of a practice stake in your palm. A flash of green. A pull, like being sucked through a straw. And then—nothing.

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