Fanon:SimFormula: Difference between revisions

Mortimer was hiding. He knew everything about the formulas. He invented the same recipe some years earlier, but he knew that it would be far too dangerous to change dimension right now. He had a blue formula in his hand. He knew he had to drink it. But, what would happen if he couldn't return? "Since I can do nothing to save Cassandra's Wedding now, I think she wouldn't mind if I checked what was happening up there. So, I will drink it!" Mortimer said and did excactly as he did say.

 

 

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