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Re: Cinnabon Isle Arc
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"...ffy..." a faint voice resonated.

"...uuffy..." again, less muffled, yet indistinct.

"LUUUFFY!!" the jarring voice quacked clear as a whistle.

"WAH!" Straw Hat exclaimed, rousing to life from a deep slumber and springing up from his padded pillow. The rubber pirate, drenched in salty sweat, panted desperately. The peculiar dream, or nightmare rather, persisted without relent. "Same dream again," Luffy pondered, placing a palm to his face and catching his breath.

Since arriving in this vast oblivion of wonder, the pirate captain had yet to halt and reflect on the recent happenings. His memory was still a tad fuzzy, at least concerning the events prior to his sudden advent into this marvelous domain. Was he dreaming? Or was his life before this the dream? Did he simply jump through time? Was this a separate dimension? Was it the result of a devil fruit power? Would he ever see his crew again? His mind was wrought with questions, and answers were scarce.

Peering over to a leather bag of his personal effects, Luffy dug around the side pocket before relinquishing a small metallic case. Written in black marker, his Jolly Roger adorned the top of the rectangular container. Propping it open, he gazed intently at eight small pieces of squared, white paper.

"Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Chopper, Usopp, Robin, Franky, Brook. Where are you? Show me damn it..." Straw Hat requested with distress, as if awaiting some semblance of reply from the Vivre cards. As was the result of his last attempt, they remained immobile, not even a shred of movement. There were no signs of his nakama, at least not amidst this realm. Falling to his back, the rubber captain fixed his eyes upon the ceiling before drifting to sleep.

Hours later the sun began to rise, poking in through the slotted windows and resting upon Buggy's face, whose personal quarters were located directly next his rubber associate. The star clown slowly peeked an eye open to find a pair of bulbous red eyes staring back at him, inches from his eccentrically decorated face. Eyes that belonged to a bizarre feline creature.

"Myew."

"GYAAAAH!!"
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