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A Pac centric hideduo fanfic

Although no one wanted to say it out loud, the truth was clear. This land was dreadful. After the fracturing of Quesidia island a few months ago, the residents were moved to a new island altogether. One that wasn't a hellscape, my purgatory, or a crushingly systematic institution like that prison they shacked up in for a few days. If you don't look at the bunny boys who hop from resident to resident to bother, this place is amazing. It was everything the old island was, but more beautiful and diverse. Pac, although apprehensive, thought this would be a good change for his family. A new start that he desperately needed, but with all the same bonds. He was hoping to explore it all with Fit at Ramon, but when Fit's deadline came and passed with no word of where he was, and all the eggs suddenly became bedridden with some kind of disease, it was obvious that plans were not going to be acted on for a long time.

Nowadays, Pac is held up in either his or Fit's house. The worry about Fit's- their son ravaged him. Combined with the fact that he hadn't seen Richas in weeks, it felt like his world was crashing down while everyone was living their lives. Was he really the only one Fit told about his mission? Why was no one else questioning where he'd been? Is he-

A knock interrupts his ritual passing. The following silence seeps into him as he rolls his shoulders. The mascot of this hell peaks through the window of the front door "Hola," Pac stiffens, sighs, and forces a small smile. "Oh, Cucarucho!" Welcomes aren't something that should be handed to the devil, everyone knows his name too well. But when he comes knocking, being a good host is always the safest option. Pac opens the door, giving the bear enough reason to make himself at home, investigating everything with his pristine spyglass. All the while leaving no room for questioning. "Hola. Bom dia. O que está fazendo?" Pac cocks a brow, feeling for his scythe in his bag. "Nada de fato. O que está acontecendo?" The bear continues in its search, only bothering with a "Classified."

An unsurprised eye roll follows. "Sim, sim, of course." He mumbles. "Não se importe comigo, não é como se eu morasse aqui." Unbothered by the fact that the island representative is tearing through his house, Pac ops to head to the garden. If not for a distraction from but another instance of his life falling apart.

Fresh air and rich soil weren't as effective as he wished when it came to distracting himself. He would have gone over to the "shit shack" that was Fitche's and Ramon's house, but he doesn't trust the damn bear for shit. "Fitche, volte para casa logo. Por favor…" He found himself fumbling to a rose bush. He hears the door open and close. Cucurucho's bubbles catch Pac's attention. "O que você quer agora, seu urso estúpido?" His hallowed voice surprised him. "Espero que você goste da ilha." They respond in a taunting, monotone voice before placing a box in front of the Brazilian. Pac's curiosity gets the better of him as he follows the bear's gaze.

Yet he's already gone.

He sighs at the plain-looking box. It was just a brown cardboard one with packing tape on it. No address of course, but there was a small message written on the top. "I hope you enjoy the island. :)" If his eyes could roll any harder, Pac would be blind. One huff and a decisive bite of the lip later, Pac ends up putting the box inside his house. In hesitating to put it on the table, he opts to leave it on top of the fridge. Out of sight, out of mind. Yet the question lingered,

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