Isla de Huesos

[Gordy]

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity

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Did you know that the Caribbean Sea is surprisingly close to New York? It was only a short flight away. After that, it was only a small flight (this time by magic) to the uninhabited Isla de Huesos, or Island of Bones.

Now you're probably wondering, what's this foreigner doing on this spooky, abandoned island that, while not belonging to any one country, would have no legal responsibility or ownership over? And that's a good, if long-winded question. And to that, I tell you to shut up and keep reading.

You see, there had been some complaints amongst the heroes and citizens of New York City. Dean didn't like to destroy his monster creations, unless he needed to - and even then, he could easily bring them back. Over time, as the amount of summons began to increase, it became more and more common for them to slip out of his watch and... explore the city. Yeah, that's a good word for it. And since many of them were developing their own souls, that meant he would lose his control over them.

For Dean, stepping onto the island was the ideal solution. He pulled out a deck of playing cards from his coat pocket and cast them into the air. With the snap of his fingers, he let the monsters return to their original shapes. The moment they landed on the ground, they had all turned into the strange, wonderous creatures as he had made them.

Dean knelt down before his creatures and smiled. "Welcome to your new home, guys."

Of course, there were some mixed receptions from this. "(｀Д´)," and "(ó㉨ò)ﾉ," and, more ominously, ". ҉*" The creatures, as a whole, seemed unsure about this.

To this, Dean clasped his hands together. "Trust me on this, guys. You'll have the whole island to yourselves, and I can visit you guys! I'll even bring more monsters!"

"!||Φ|(|´|Д|`|)|Φ||!"

Well, this wasn't going too well. They weren't willing to abandon their only known home for something else entirely, which was pretty understanding. But given the last few incidents in their lives, staying in New York wasn't going to be an option.

"Doctor Strange is going to get mad if you guys cause trouble again," he said softly. Hopefully, he could let them down gently to spare their feelings. 

"/ಥ.ಥ/ಥ.ಥ/" Though their words sounded with sadness, there seemed to be a bit of understanding in their voice. Strange's crimes against their kind were known to them, either by rumor or through Dean's own recounts.

Dean tapped at his forehead. "Remember, we're still connected, okay? If something bad happens, you can reach out and I'll come when I can."

Though he, himself, would have to admit, he would miss them as well. Waking up in the morning wouldn't be the same without Alarm Cluck, or having to stop his dog Pat from chewing up the Metrognomes. But this was for the best, right?

Surely there was no way this could all backfire.

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I'm gonna go, go, go
There's no stopping me!