Letter Wish - Panty

“Where’s Gon?” Danny asked, still uneasy.

“I’m glad you asked,” Letter said jovially, “Because it pretty much confirms you have memory problems. If you recall, I said that if you wanted Gon back, you’d have to wish for it. You know, the thing that set you guys up as big fat underdogs? You’re welcome for that, by the way. Anyways, that’s still on the table. In the meantime, his wish goes to…” Letter made a swooping motion with his hand before settling on the angel in the room. “Panty!”

Panty looked nervous, but remembered that this was what they were there for. Still, to have missed the vast majority of the fight… she had to admit she didn’t feel as though she’d earned it. Before she had a chance to voice her concerns, Letter whipped out a glass globe containing a multicolored, shimmering smoke, something they hadn’t seen in months. The Scramble ball. “Alright,” Letter said. “Let’s get with the wishing, there’s a Sun and Moon trailer dropping in half an hour and I need my Luchacat fix. Who wants to go fi-”

“Bring back Gon,” Panty said abruptly. “That’s my wish.” Everyone turned to look at her, and for a brief moment, Panty felt embarrassed. She looked away, trying her best to act tough for the crowd. “C’mon, let’s be honest. You were all gonna wish for it anyways. Best to get it out of the way and leave the important wishes for the guys that earned them.”

The smoke cleared, and a hazy image of Gon’s face, alive and full of energy, shimmered just beneath the surface. Everyone present soaked in the image, hoping to sear it into their minds until the next time they could see him. The arena fell silent for a moment until Danny nodded, smiling warmly. “Thanks, Panty.”

Panty grew visibly annoyed. “Don’t look at me like that, fuckhead. I’m not in this for you.”

Letter watched in silence, and while he didn’t exactly show it, he had to admit he felt a little bit guilty for forcing the wish like that. Truth be told, with everything he and Yellow had been through, every member of their team had carried their weight, and Panty was no exception. Without her training, they wouldn’t have survived long enough for Letter to nut up and step in. She had done as much to save the universe as the rest of them.

Giving a heavy sigh for effect, Letter rolled his eyes and held out the Scramble ball for her. “In extenuating circumstances,” he recited flatly, as if he really didn’t want to do this, “Organizers are permitted to award extra wishes in circumstances that warrant additional members. That being the case, what would you-”

“I want an immortal clone of Gon at his prime, completely obedient and no smaller than twelve inches.”

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