Brandi in Riverdale - Chapter 1
by Archie Fan - (betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca)
Brandi, an fan of Archie-Fan stories, finds herself in Riverdale

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The following story is a work of fan-fiction, or fan fan-fiction if you will.
Archie Comics owns Riverdale and it's characters

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Brandi Killpatrick closed up her laptop with one hand while rubbing at her pussy through 
her clothes with the other. She had just finished re-reading one of her favourite Archie-
Fan stories, Dilton's Folly. She loved how in his stories the characters frequently gained 
immense strength and then proceeded to callously murder for pleasure. Had it been 
possible Brandi would have done anything to get that kind of power, but as it was that 
was simply the stuff of fiction.

Still rubbing her clit Brandi stepped over towards her closet and began undressing for 
bed, she always slept nude. She stripped out of her clothes leaving herself stark naked. 
She admired her tall muscular form standing 6'6" her raven black hair flowing down 
towards her DD-cup breasts in the large mirror on her closet door.

Still fingering herself with one hand Brandi reached up and tweaked one of her nipples 
with the other. She had worked for the thirty-two years of her life sculpting herself into 
this muscle goddess, but it wasn't enough. As strong as she was she had nowhere near 
the power as the girls in Archie-Fan's stories, which was what she truly desired and felt 
she deserved.

Still masturbating Brandi walked over to her bed and climbed under the sheets. With 
her free hand she reached over and turned off her lamp and lay on her side still 
fingering herself as she drifted off to sleep imagining that she was as powerful as one of 
the girls in Archie-Fan's stories.

As she slept Brandi's laptop opened itself back up and the screen came on although it 
was just a whirling blue vortex. Suddenly the vortex seemed to emerge from the screen 
lighting up the room, however Brandi remained fast asleep. There as a brilliant flash of 
light and suddenly Brandi was no longer in her bed, gone without a trace. The laptop's 
screen went dark and the laptop closed itself.

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It was 5:30 a.m. when Brandi awoke. She stretched her arms wide as she let out a yawn. 
As she did she ended up reaching out and knocking the lamp off of her nightstand. But 
that shouldn't have happened. With a start Brandi sat up. She quickly became aware 
that something was different. She was sitting higher up in the bed than normal and she 
felt, different. 

Feeling startled Brandi quickly got out of bed and realized that immediately she was 
taller. She went over to the mirror on her closet door and took herself in. Facially she 
still looked the same but her body was different. She was taller now at least seven feet 
tall, 7'2" by her estimation. Her breasts were now much larger; they had a rounder and 
fuller look with perky nipples, in terms of a cup size Brandi guessed that she was now an 
H-cup. Brandi also noticed that both her nipples were pierced with hoop piercings that 
had small SS symbols hanging from them.

However the biggest change to Brandi's body, and the change she liked the most, were 
the large powerful muscles she now possessed. Brandi's eyes and hands wandered over 
her body. Her abdominals were thick and pronounced with crevices that were deep 
enough that you could have easily stuck a quarter all the way in. Her thighs were like 
tree trunks with wide powerful quads and thick hamstrings and her calves were equally 
impressive. She stepped sideways and admired her butt. Her glutes were thick and her 
skin was stretched tight over top of them giving her a large but tight looking buttocks. 
Teasingly she flexed her glutes a couple times watching the muscle bounce up and down 
impressively.

She faced the mirror again this time her hands resting on her hips. The motion caused 
her lats to flare out by at least eight inches on either side. Her breasts covered her 
pectorals, but Brandi could feel the thick powerful muscles underneath that were about 
as thick as phone book. Alternatively she flexed them causing her breasts to bounce up 
and down.

Brandi then looked at her own face. Her traps were so large that they went up to the 
base of her skull and made it look like she had a wide triangle shaped neck. These flared 
out towards her shoulders which were capped with deltoids that were bigger than a 
basketball.

Lastly Brandi focused on what was perhaps her favourite part of her new body, her 
arms. Unflexed her biceps looked to be at least 36" around, and her forearms were 
probably a good 20" as well. Brandi noticed that now on her left arm up near the 
shoulder was a massive swastika tattoo.  With a smirk Brandi balled her hand into a fist 
and slowly flexed her left arm. She watch with delight as her biceps grew and swelled till 
it looked to be 42" around, the swastika tattoo growing with the muscle. She held the 
flex her mighty arm trembling with untold power. Large veins as thick as a normal man's 
pinky finger bulged to the surface causing Brandi's smirk to turn into a wide grin. 
With her free hand she reached down and began fingering herself revelling in the power 
of her massive arm. Brandi leaned down and began licking her own biceps, tasting the 
slight salty sheen of sweat on her arm along with an iron tang as if her arm was actually 
made of metal. She continued probing herself with her finger and worshipping her own 
bicep until she came spraying her juices onto the floor. 

Brandi panted as she came down from her orgasm. She noticed that her clit was quite 
swollen and distended sticking out a good three inches, it had never looked this big 
before; but then again neither had the rest of her.

Looking around her room everything seemed to be just as it had been last night, but 
then she noticed that her laptop was gone. Brandi stared at the empty spot on the desk 
where it had been angrily.

"What the fuck!?" she exclaimed. 

She had paid good money for her computer. She looked around trying to figure out 
what had happened. How had somebody managed to steal it? The door to her room 
was closed, then she glanced over at the window. Had they climbed in the window? 
That seemed absurd. She went over to check if the window was locked opening the 
blinds. As she did she looked out at a completely unfamiliar view. This was her room, 
but the view from the window was not that of her street, as she looked around it wasn't 
at all familiar to Brandi, even her front yard didn't look familiar.

"I'm not in Pennsylvania anymore," she muttered to herself. "Where am I?"

She opened up the drawer on her dresser where she kept her underwear. She 
immediately recognized her bras and panties, but they were all much bigger, particularly 
the bras. It sort of made sense since they would need to be larger to fit her new body.
Brandi put on a sports bra and a pair of panties and left her room, the moment she 
stepped out the door she was greeted by an unfamiliar layout to her house.

"What the hell?" she muttered confused. 

She made her way around and found a second bedroom and a bathroom behind the 
nearby doors. She then made her way to the open concept, kitchen living room/dining 
room area. None of the furniture was the same as hers. In fact the house kind of looked 
like the finished product of one of those home renovation shows. The kitchen looked 
like it had recently been remodelled with stone counter tops and all new stainless steel 
appliances. None of this though told her as to where she was.

Just then she heard something outside her front door. Brandi went over and flung the 
door open and looked out but didn't see anybody. Looking around the only thing she 
saw was a boy on his bicycle flinging newspapers towards the houses. She looked down 
and saw a newspaper sitting on the front steps and bent down and picked it up.

"The Riverdale Gazette," Brandi read aloud to herself. "Holy shit I'm actually in 
Riverdale!"

She went back inside and quickly skimmed through the newspaper. It was filled with dull 
uninteresting stories like an upcoming bake sale or firefighters rescuing an old woman's 
cat from a tree. There was nothing to explain how she had ended up here though, which 
left her curious. 

She tossed the newspaper onto the kitchen table and decided to head down into the 
basement. She descended the stairs to find it had been made into a workout room. It 
was mostly just free weights but there were quite a few of them. She looked at the 
bench press where the bar was currently set for 300 lbs. which was her max. She was 
about to lay down on the bench to see what it was like to bench the weight but then 
had an idea. Instead she stood at the end of the bench and grabbed the bar with both 
hands and then curled it to her chest. 

As Brandi pumped the bar up and down, she could barely feel it testing her strength. It 
seemed as if she was even stronger than she now appeared.

Eager to test her strength Brandi began gathering every available plate and loading it 
onto the bar. When she finished the bar was heavily laden with 1200 lbs. of heavy metal 
plates more than four times what she normally lifted. If what she suspected was true 
then she would have no trouble lifting this. Brandi lay down on the bench and got a firm 
grip on the bar. She then licked her lips and then lifted the bar off of the rack and 
lowered it to her chest. She was surprised at how heavy the bar felt and she wasn't sure 
if she would be able to lift it back up onto the back. She took a deep breath and then 
powered the bar into the air her muscles straining with the effort. 

She had done it but she was feeling exhausted. Perhaps she wasn't as strong as she 
thought. But no, that shouldn't be. If she had truly found herself in an Archie-Fan story 
world then she should be able to lift this with ease, she should be stronger, she wanted 
to be stronger!

Brandi lowered the bar back down for another attempt. She took another breath as she 
thought of nothing else but her desire to be stronger, to be the most powerful being in 
the world. With a heave she once again lifted the heavy bar into the air. This time the 
effort required was noticeably less. She held the bar up in the air for a moment 
wavering. A small smile came upon her face as she realized it had become easier, but 
Brandi wanted it to be even easier than that.

Once more she lowered the bar to her chest for moment before powering it back up. 
Once more it was even easier. Brandi grinned to herself as she lowered the bar again 
and began cranking out reps, gradually getting faster and faster till her arms were 
pumping up and down like the pistons of an engine. Soon the heavy bar felt like a 
feather in her hands, lifting it was as easy as picking up a garden hose. 

Brandi did another few reps before she simply tossed the bar to the ground and sat up 
letting out a primal roar as she flexed her arms. Her huge arms were engorged with 
blood and covered in sweat, her veins bulging outward thicker than ever. Her biceps 
looked to have gotten even larger and were probably 44" or 45" around now. Brandi 
cackled with laughter at how she had easily become even stronger; she was loving this 
world.

Just then she felt her stomach grumbled and she realized she was hungry. Brandi got up 
off the bench and made her way back upstairs to the kitchen. She looked in the fridge 
and saw that it was packed almost entirely with various proteins, chicken, fish, beef, 
pork, eggs, all of the standard proteins were there.

Brandi grabbed a carton of a dozen eggs and looked for a bowl. She found one and 
cracked all the eggs into the bowl and whisked them up before putting them into a pan 
to make herself some scrambled eggs. 

As she was cooking the phone rang. Brandi looked over to see a cordless phone.

"I have a land line?" she asked somewhat surprised. 

She was wondering who was calling at this early hour, it was only about 6:15.

"Hello?" she asked answering the phone.

"Hello Brandi?" came the male voice on the other end.

"Yes, who is this?" Brandi asked curious and suspicious.

"This is Waldo Weatherbee," the man on the other end replied. "Your new boss."

New boss? As she thought about Archie-Fan's stories and the comics they were based 
on she recalled that Waldo Weatherbee was the principal at Riverdale High. Was she a 
teacher now?

"Oh yes, um, what do you want?" Brandi stammered a little surprised.

"Well today is your first day at the school," Weatherbee replied. "I know you took this 
position on short notice so I was wondering if you'd like to come to the school and I can 
give you a tour before it begins."

"A tour?" Brandi asked still a little confused.

"Yes, just to show you our athletic facilities." Weatherbee said. "We have only the best 
here at Riverdale high."

A smile crept upon Brandi's face as she realized that she was the new gym teacher. A 
dozen different wicked ideas began swirling in Brandi's mind.

"That would be nice," Brandi agreed. 

"Excellent, how about you meet me here at say 7?" Weatherbee suggested. "Just come 
to my office."

"I'll be there," Brandi agreed.

She hung up the phone and continued making her breakfast. She finished making her 
eggs and then quickly wolfed them down before going back to her bedroom. She looked 
around for an appropriate outfit. She found a black tracksuit that looked like it would be 
suitable for a gym teacher to wear and put it on. The jacket and pants were pulled 
taught by Brandi's swollen muscles and did little hide to her powerful form. 

Now dressed Brandi made her way to the garage. She opened the door into the garage 
and was disappointed to see a 1995 Buick Roadmaster with wood panelling. 

"What the fuck is this?" Brandi exclaimed. "I've got this nice house but my car is a piece 
of shit station wagon?"

Brandi wished that instead of this crappy station she had her dream car, a black 
Hummer H2. Suddenly the station wagon seemed to flicker as though it were a 
hologram before it vanished.

"What the?" Brandi stammered.

Suddenly the air where the station wagon flickered and an image of a black Hummer H2 
appeared. Gradually the image turned into a real actual Hummer. Brandi's eyes went 
wide with surprise at seeing her dream car parked in front of her.

"Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed.

She opened the driver side door and flipped down the sun visor and caught the keys. 
With a happy smile Brandi slid the seat all the way back and squeezed her massive 
frame into the equally gigantic SUV and started the engine. The big V8 engine roared to 
life and Brandi let out a giddy giggle as she revved the engine. However as powerful as 
the engine was, Brandi was certain she could make herself more powerful.

She used the garage door opener to open the door and drove out. She drove her way 
through the town, arriving at Riverdale High almost by instinct even though she'd had 
no idea where it was. As she pulled into the parking lot there was only one other car 
there, a green Volvo S60. Brandi recalled from another Archie-Fan story, The Carwash, 
that Principal Weatherbee drove a Volvo so this was most likely his car. Brandi parked 
her Hummer and went into the school heading to the principal's office.

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Waldo Weatherbee was sitting in his office going over some last minute paper work 
when there was a knock on the door. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was one 
minute after seven so it was probably his new gym teacher, Brandi Killpatrick.

"Come in," Weatherbee said.

A moment later the door opened and in walked the biggest, most muscular woman that 
Weatherbee had ever seen in his life. Brandi's tracksuit was tugged tight by her bulging 
muscles and her enormous breasts. The zipper was barely able to get up past her 
abdomen letting her show off a cavernous amount of cleavage from a pair of the largest 
breasts Weatherbee had ever seen.

Brandi smirked as she saw Weatherbee squirm in his seat clearly aroused by the mere 
sight of her. Her mind began racing of the various ways she could have fun with him.

"Um, so uh, I guess we can begin by going to the gym since that's where you'll be 
teaching," Weatherbee said standing up.

Brandi remained where she was standing in the doorway blocking Weatherbee from 
being able to leave. Weatherbee was a fairly large man at 6'3" and a heavy set 275 lbs. 
But next to Brandi he looked and felt small.

"Um, Miss Killpatrick, you're blocking the door," Weatherbee said.

"So?" Brandi asked.

"Well the tour..." Weatherbee started to say.

"Oh I had a different type of tour in mind," Brandi said.

Slowly she began to unzip the jacket of her tracksuit exposing her sports bra underneath 
as she walked forward forcing Weatherbee backwards until he banged into his desk.

"Umm Miss Killpatrick," he stammered.

"Call me Brandi," she insisted.

With one hand she pushed him backwards onto his desk.

"Better yet, call me mistress," Brandi said with a smirk.

With one hand she reached down and tore Weatherbee's jacket and shirt right off his 
body exposing his pale flabby body, while at the same time she removed her own sports 
bra. As Weatherbee saw her SS nipple piercings and swastika tattoo he wondered just 
what kind of things this woman was into, and in the back of his mind he was worried for 
the few Jewish students at the school. Brandi looked down at Weatherbee lying on his 
desk with a look of disdain.

"Look at that weak and flabby body of yours," Brandi said with disgust. "You should feel 
unworthy to even allow such your pathetic body near one as perfect as mine."

Weatherbee stared up at Brandi speechless as she flexed her massive arms. He was in 
utter awe by the mere sight of her and when comparing his own rather obese form to 
her chiselled physique he did feel some shame.

"Well maybe you've got something a little better down here," Brandi said as she 
grabbed a hold of Weatherbee's pants.

Weatherbee went to try and stop her but Brandi was too quick and she tore his pants 
off leaving them in tatters. She looked down at Weatherbee's small shrivelled cock and 
balls with a look of disappointment. His tiny little cock was only about 4 inches long; 
Brandi's clit was almost bigger than it. She'd had been hoping to have a little enjoyment.
However as she looked at it Brandi had a thought cross her mind. She had been able to 
change things, she'd made herself stronger and she had turned her car from a crappy 
old station wagon into her dream ride. Perhaps she could do the same with 
Weatherbee's pathetic little cock.

With one hand Brandi easily held Weatherbee down on his desk while with the other 
she grasped his miniscule cock and began jerking him off. His little prick was dwarfed by 
the size of Brandi's hand, she wasn't even able to use all her fingers, using just three.

"Miss Killpatrick, what are you doing?" Weatherbee exclaimed as he sat up slightly.

"I said call me Mistress," Brandi growled at him. "And I would think you would want this. 
It's obvious how aroused you are by me."

Brandi slammed Weatherbee back down onto his desk and he let out a groan. She then 
knelt down and took his now hard little cock into her mouth. Brandi thought about the 
cock being bigger; she wanted it to be bigger. As she sucked on Weatherbee's cock she 
could feel it getting bigger and bigger in her mouth as her tongue ran along the surface 
of his prick. Weatherbee let out a low moan, but she wasn't sure if it was pleasure or 
pain. Brandi took her mouth off of Weatherbee's cock and looked at it. The shaft was 
now about 9 inches long and a good inch and a half-thick. Brandi grabbed Weatherbee 
by the head and forced him to sit up and look at his own cock.

"Now look at that," Brandi said. "Now you've got a half-serviceable tool."

"What? How?" Weatherbee stammered.

"Because I wanted it bigger," Brandi said. "And I can make it even larger if you want. 
Well if I want. So how about a little ride?"

Weatherbee looked up at her with surprise and gave a barely perceptible nod. As he 
watched Brandi slipped off her track pants and panties, showing him the rest of her 
powerful muscular body. Weatherbee's eyes soon focused on Brandi's pussy; the 
powerful looking organ seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Her large clit stuck out 
almost like a small penis it was so big.

Brandi fingered herself a few times working two of her big muscular fingers in and out of 
her cunt as Weatherbee watched in fascination. Brandi withdrew her fingers and 
brought them up to her mouth and licked them tasting her own juices, enjoying the 
flavour.

"Your turn," Brandi said with a grin.

Brandi climbed up onto the desk with Weatherbee straddling him with her enormous 
legs. With one hand Brandi spread open her pussy while with the other she guide his 
prick into her. She let out a satisfied moan as it slid in. Her vagina was easily able to 
accommodate Weatherbee's prick and Brandi felt she could handle more. 

She placed her hands on Weatherbee's chest holding him down against the desk and 
began slowly grinding her hips up and down riding his cock. As she did Brandi focused 
on wanting his cock to be bigger, big enough that she felt full. As she rode his cock she 
could feel Weatherbee's cock slowly growing inside her pussy growing larger and filling 
her up. Brandi let out a moan of pleasure and Weatherbee simply lay there panting. 
As Weatherbee's dick got longer Brandi began riding him harder as there was now more 
shaft to work with. She was able to raise her hips higher and faster as a result.

"Tell me when you're about to cum," Brandi instructed Weatherbee as she continued to 
pound away on his now 14 inch shaft. 

After just a few more strokes of her hips Weatherbee let out a gasp.

"I'm cumming!" he exclaimed in a raspy voice.

Quickly Brandi pulled herself off of Weatherbee and grasped the base of his cock with 
one hand and squeezed causing him to let out a yelp of pain. With a sadistic grin she put 
her other hand on his pelvis and with a powerful yank Brandi tore Weatherbee's cock 
right off. Weatherbee screamed in agony as blood poured from the wound where his 
dick had once been attached to his body. 

Ignoring his cries Brandi took his cock, which somehow remained hard and erect in her 
hand, and began using it like dildo working it in and out of her cunt. With the her free 
hand she played with her breast as she moaned with pleasure, Weatherbee's sobs of 
pain only serving to further turn her on.

Soon Brandi brought herself to the brink of orgasm. She shoved Weatherbee's severed 
prick as deep into herself as she could and then let out a scream as her whole body 
shudder in an orgasm. There was a wet squelching noise from within Brandi's pussy and 
when she had come down she pulled out the remains of Weatherbee's cock which had 
been crushed and mangled by her powerful vaginal muscles. Brandi held up the 
mangled mass of flesh which was no longer even identifiable as once being a penis for 
Weatherbee to see.

"Your turn," she said with a grin that brought chills to Weatherbee's spine.

Unable to stop her Brandi grabbed Weatherbee and forced his mouth open and then 
shoved the squashed remains of his cock down his throat. Weatherbee gagged and tried 
to spit it out but Brandi held his mouth closed with a grin. She watched as his face began 
to turn purple and he began spasming as he struggled to breath.  As she continued to 
watch his movements suddenly slowed and stopped, his eyes were still staring blankly 
up at her.

Slowly Brandi took her hands off of Weatherbee and stood back. She looked down at 
him for any sign of movement but there was none. She smiled as she realized that she 
done it, she had killed him. And it had been even more fun than she had thought it 
would be.

She lifted up Weatherbee's wrist and looked at his watch, it was now twenty after 
seven. The other teachers would probably be showing up soon. If one of them 
discovered Weatherbee's body then they might warn others and the town could go on 
alert for her, and that wouldn't be much fun. No, Brandi needed to dispose of 
Weatherbee's body.

She picked up Weatherbee's bloated corpse and lifted it over her shoulder like a sack of 
potatoes. She then carried his corpse out to his own car. She opened the trunk of his 
Volvo and tossed him in and slammed it shut. 

Next Brandi walked to the passenger side of the car and grabbed the underside with 
both hands. She took a deep breath and then lifted, slowly raising the car into the air. 
She guessed the car with Weatherbee in it weighed about 3,600 lbs. which was difficult 
at first but soon Brandi felt she was holding the car with ease. Brandi then powered her 
arms together compressing the car in on itself. The metal screeched in protest but 
Brandi's arms were as powerful as a car crusher. The car folded in on itself slowly at first 
but then it soon became as ease as crinkling up tinfoil. Brandi continued to squeeze 
crushing the call ever smaller. Soon she had crushed the car into an impossibly dense 
little metal ball that about the size of a baseball. Brandi tossed the small but nearly two 
ton ball up and down in her hand with a grin before she made her way back into the 
school. 

Brandi went back to the office and stood at the door for moment looking at 
Weatherbee's nameplate. Another thought then crossed her mind. Why should she 
settle for being just a gym teacher? Why not be the principal? Brandi grinned as she 
thought about being the principal.

As she did the nameplate on the door changed from Principal Weatherbee to Principal 
Killpatrick. With a grin Brandi stepped into her new office; the d�cor had changed. It had 
an industrial feel to it with a heavy metal desk and a pair of hard metal chairs on the 
visitor side of the desk while the other side had a large high back leather chair that was 
big enough and sturdy enough to accommodate Brandi's massive frame.

Brandi walked around and sat in her chair, which felt a little bit like a throne, a grin of 
satisfaction on her face. She turned around and looked out the window to see the 
vehicles of several of the other faculty members pulling into the parking lot. She 
wondered what they would think of the change in leadership at the school, but then 
thought that their opinions mattered nothing to her. No, the real fun would begin when 
the students arrived.

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Elsewhere...

Archie-Fan was busy working on writing his Riverdale's Supergirl story on his laptop 
when suddenly a little notification popped up in the bottom corner of his screen.

"New Universe created..." he read. "What the?"

He clicked on the message which opened up a program that he had designed to help 
him keep track of the various alternate universes he had created for his Archie fan 
fiction writing that he called the Universe Managing Program or UMP for short. He 
looked through each Universe had its own number designation. The cannon Riverdale 
was Riverdale-1 and some of the official spin offs filled up to 14. He scrolled through 
seeing his own created universes like Riverdale-27 which was for his Power of Wealth 
story. He hadn't just assigned them in straight numerical order, instead just picking 
numbers at random as he felt like it.

Then he got to Riverdale-38 a number he hadn't assigned. It should have been blank but 
it wasn't.

"How the hell...?" he muttered a little confused.

He opened it up to see the stats for the universe. There was a bunch of gibberish coding 
at first which looked to him like a glitch, but then he saw a name: Brandi. That wasn't a 
character from the comics and he knew them inside-out. He then remembered that the 
previous night he'd been chatting online with a girl named Brandi who had been a big 
fan of his stories. Maybe while chatting he had accidentally typed something into his 
UMP. 

He clicked on the universe to clear the data and reset the universe leaving it blank when 
another message popped up.

"Unable to take action, this requires administrative approval," it read.

"What the hell?" Archie-Fan muttered. "I am the administrator, I wrote this damn 
program."

Archie-Fan wondered if perhaps there was an error in his coding. To test he went to 
another empty universe and put in a few details and then he went to remove them. 
That universe reset without a problem. This left Archie-Fan more confused than ever.

"Ugh whatever," he sighed with resignation. "I've got more universes than I need 
anyway, one glitchy one won't matter."

Archie-Fan minimized UMP and then went back to writing.

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To be continued