Listen up, everyone! It’s been too quiet around here, way too quiet. Would you make your way to the ballroom, if you’d be so kind?
Another motive? It’s been so peaceful for so long…
Racket was freaking out, his head was way too cold for him and now he was utterly defenseless. “No no no no this can’t be happening!” Racket whined. He wanted to get it back but there was no way he was falling for Monobear’s tricks. A motive was a motive, he would have to just keep calm for now. But really that was basically the only memory and weapon he had. The wings that is.
The reporter had stuffed his hands into his pocket, grumbling something under his breath.