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Slow Hands | Chapter 5

“be still, my foolish heart”

A/N: so originally I was going to write more for this chapter, but like @morning-star-joy says, sometimes a story tells you how it should be written so I’ve decided to end the chapter where I feel it felt most natural. The slow burn is still slow-burning but there’s definitely some development happening! 🤎🤎

~word count: 6.0k~

Pairing | Joel Miller x f! reader

Summary: you meet Joel’s horse, Tex while Joel opens up to you about his past further. Your connection begins to develop as you grow more comfortable with one another

Warnings: angst, anxiety, trauma, mentions of death, stress induced thoughts and feelings, fluff, awkward flirting, internal thoughts/dialogue, slow burn, mental health, remorse, forgiveness, soft! Joel, protective! Joel, in his feelings! Joel, readers nickname is beanie (coffee beans) ends on a bit of a cliff hanger, no age gap, +18 minors dni! Let me know if I missed any warnings please!

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Joel Miller was fast asleep on your couch. In your home. He felt comfortable enough to doze off at your kitchen table. Well, of course he was exhausted. He was out at the late hours of the night patrolling with Tommy, and then he spent the early morning hours with you on your rooftop.

Nonetheless, he was asleep on your couch.

You couldn’t help but feel giddy like a little school girl that was developing her first crush at recess. Joel was handsome, ruggedly handsome and there was no denying it. He reminded you of a pearl. Something so beautiful, yet hard to obtain as a pearl is always guarded by the outer shell of an oyster. You couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of you as you stepped outside of your home. The air was still brisk and there was a fresh layer of frost coating the ground. Spring was on the horizon with the sound of chirping chickadee's that gossiped in the treetops above. New life was beginning to sprout and blossom through the frost. Soon Jackson would flourish in green.

You triple checked your front door lock as a forced habit. When you felt relieved that the door was in fact locked, you quietly walked down the wooden steps that were far sturdier now as Joel insisted on replacing some of the rotted planks.

As you started the short walking distance to the stables, you remembered Joel telling you that he would often count his steps as a grounding system. In turn, you found yourself doing the same. There was some innately comforting being around the horses. The barn smell didn’t bother you, in fact you relished in it. From the sweet smelling grain, the earthy scent of Alfalfa, and the horses natural aroma. All of these scents permeated your senses in an indescribable warmth. There was no sign of Ellie or Dina when you stepped into the stables and you were greeted with soft nickers, and curious expressions before the horses returned to their breakfast.

Tommy’s horse, Timber, was a leopard spotted appaloosa that truly had the goofiest human-like personality. Sometimes you wondered if there was actually a human trapped inside of his four-legged body just from the way he would look at you. You stopped in front of his stall and reached into your coat pocket to pull out a handful of sugar cubes that laid flat in your palm.

“Hey, pal.” You softly cooed as Timber lifted his head from his grain pan. “Did you see anything exciting last night? Any stories for me?”

Timber snorted softly as his velvet soft muzzle rested in your palm. He wasted no time to gently snatch up each of the sugar cubes before he was nuzzling your pocket for more.

“Wow, five racoons? How exciting.” You giggled as you playfully and gently nudged his muzzle away. “Were you scared?”

Another snort and a hoof pawing at the ground. “Oh, alright. Just one more, okay?” You snuck him one last sugar cube followed by a gentle pat on his neck before you strode away from his stall. Your mare, Tess, was a flea bitten gray QH. Shortly after outbreak day, you found her wandering through your abandoned neighborhood and you were drawn together like moth to flame. She was your special girl, your beacon of light through the darkness. Her darker counterpart, Tex, was always at her side. He was always at her side, brooding like a shadow but he had the most gentle brown eyes despite his rugged demeanor. Tex was a jet black mustang, and unbeknownst to you, he was Joel’s horse.

You stopped outside of Tess’s stall first and your mare already had her neck outstretched over the stall door to greet you. She nickered softly as you gently wrapped your arms around her fury neck in a tender hug. “Good morning my special girl.” Your tone was so soft-spoken, sweet like the sugar cubes that laid in your coat pocket. Sometimes you felt a bitter-sweet melancholy thinking about how much time you had spent with this mare and the trials and tribulations you went through together. Maybe one day when your mind and heart were calm, you’d be able to go outside beyond Jackson’s towering walls on her back once more.

You wiped your brewing tears along the sleeve of your hoodie as you fed Tess a few sugar cubes. Your fingers gently twirled the soft tendrils of her forelock between your fingers as your forehead came to gently rest upon her own.

You were torn from your present mourning thoughts by the sound of Tex’s hoof pawing at the ground. His ears were attentively flicked forward in your direction.

“Do you want some sugar cubes too?” You softly asked the jet-black mustang as he pawed at the ground once more.

Your forehead slowly dropped from Tess’s as you reached into your pocket once more and pulled out a helping of sugarcubes. Despite Tex’s brooding nature, he was incredibly gentle as he ate the sweets from your tender palm. His velvety soft muzzle and wispy whiskers tickled your skin. His eyes held so much warmth, so much kindness, and you swore this horse was staring into your very soul.

Joel had awoken shortly after you had departed for the stables. He vaguely remembered the handwritten note nestled in the worn fibers of his flannel pocket. He slowly swung his legs over the side of the couch with a heavy grunt. His hand reached for the mug of coffee that he downed in one gulp as the muscles in his back strained tightly. He let out a grumbled sigh as he carefully folded the quilted you had laid upon him. He grabbed both the empty mug and plate and brought them back into the kitchen. He’d be damned if he wasn’t a respectful house guest. He couldn’t help but feel that warm tingle in his heart creeping through the morning chill as he stepped outside. How sweet you were to leave him a treat and a note.

He headed off in the direction of the stables and the sight he saw warmed his heart even further as he observed Tex gently nibbling on the lapels of your coat as you were braiding individual sections of his charcoal black mane. Joel and his horse counterpart were very similar in the sense that they had a protective brooding nature. Hardened exterior yet soft in the middle. Weathered and mysterious, yet docile and gentle.

“Y’know darlin, if y’keep feedin’ me’n Tex sweets like this, you’re gonna fatten us up.” Joel softly chuckled as he stepped further into the barn. He hoped that he had not frightened you, or ruined the moment you were sharing with his horse entirely.

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as Joel leaned up against the side of Tex’s stall with one of his broad arms leaning against the side of the wooden stall door. His expression was playful in nature as your eyes finally met his softened gaze.

“Tex is yours I presume?”

“Mhm. He’s got an apparent sweet tooth jus’ like me as well. Think he’s taken a particular likin’ to ya Beanie.” He murmured silkily.

“I have to admit..you do look alike. Tess has taken a liking to him as well.” You responded with a smile tugging along your lips as you finished braiding the last section of his once unruly mane.

“How so? You’ve got me intrigued now darlin.’” He paused momentarily as his eyes flitted over at your mare. “Tess is yours? I had..no idea.”

“Your eyes. They’re the same as his..that same deep shade of brown..like cinnamon. Tess is mine, yes. I found her after the outbreak day, after the government bombed the major cities. She was wandering through my abandoned neighborhood and were just drawn to each other.”

Tex and Tess.

Joel could feel a newfound sense of emotions wash over him as he cleared his throat against the sleeve of his coat. “Well, she’s..a real sweetheart. I can see why Tex likes spendin’ time with her. What about my eyes now? They’re like cinnamon? Wish I could see the world from your eyes darlin,’ cause to me? My eyes are just brown. Like the dirt. Ain’t nothin’ special to ‘em.” He rolled his shoulders into a half shrug.

“She is a sweetheart. She’s my special girl. Joel, brown eyes are beautiful. Have you ever seen them in the sunlight? They melt into golden rays, like sticky warm caramel. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes. They’re extraordinary.” You murmured as your eyes casted downwards to where Tex was still gently nuzzling his face into the warmth of your coat.

Unbeknownst to either you or Joel, Dina and Ellie were up in the hay rafters laying on their stomachs as they eavesdropped.

“Why don’t you ever talk about my eyes like that El?” Dina softly teased as she lightly poked Ellie’s shoulder.

“Because I'm not a poet, Dee.” Ellie whispered back with a smile tugging on her lips.

“Well, Beanie sure is. I don’t think I've ever seen Joel blush like that before. He’s as red as a tomato.” Dina whispered as her and Ellie quietly peeked over the rafters to get a better look.

“That’s cus’ Joel likes her. Isn’t it obvious? He’s always spendin’ time with her. I can’t blame him honestly because she's like really really pretty.” Ellie murmured as she rubbed her hands together to keep them warm. “Not as pretty as you of course.” She quickly added feeling heat rise to her cheeks. Dina and Ellie were just friends but lately there was something else there that was beginning to simmer between them. The last time Ellie felt for someone in a romantic sense was Riley..and now? Well, only time would tell what laid ahead for the two teenagers.

Joel was unable to find the words that he could respond with to your generous compliment. His brain felt like it was re-wiring as if the circuit had been cut through. He didn’t want to leave you hanging like a stray leaf on a dead branch that was holding on for dear life as a ferocious wind tried to tear it from the stem. He blinked, cleared his throat as his thumb swiped across the tip of his aquiline nose. “So, I take it that you like my eyes then?” He mused with a slight arch of his brow as both of his broad arms came to cross against his chest.

“Yeah, I suppose you could frame it that way.” You responded a bit sheepishly as you peered up at him through soft lashes.

“Well, that was a mighty fine compliment t’give me. I never thought of brown eyes in that mindset. Maybe I outta start tryin’ to see the world through your eyes, huh? Anyway, I didn’t get much’of a chance to give Tex a proper groomin’ after patrol..you wanna help me out?”

“If you’re looking to live life with your head up in the clouds like me, then I recommend you adapt to my mindset. See the small beauties that what’s left of the world has to offer. Like the changing of seasons for example. Winter is so cold, so dark, yet it is beautiful. The way that the snow hugs the branches on the trees and the jaw dropping sunsets that paint the sky.” You trailed off before responding to his question, “Sure, I'd love to help you out.”

Joel was in awe to say the least. For someone who had been through so many unspeakable horrors, you truly did see life in all of its beauty. He could listen to you shamelessly for hours if you’d let him. He pushed himself off of the side of Tex’s stall as he maneuvered around you to bend down and pick up the grooming box. “I never really was all that a fan of winter. Holds a lot of bad memories f’me. I do see what you mean about the beauty in it. I love fall the most. When the colors in the sky begin to change and the leaves transform into all of these brilliant shades of orange, yellows, and reds. It was always Sarah's favorite time of the year as well. She’d drag my ass to the nearest pumpkin patch as soon as the first leaves began to fall.”

“I’m sorry that winter holds bad memories for you..but i’m a firm believer that everything heals with time. I think out of all the seasons fall is probably my favorite as well. Was Sarah a big fan of Halloween? She seems like the kinda kid that would go crazy over getting to dress up.” You wanted to nurture this conversation that Joel was openly having with you. You could only imagine the emotional toll it brought upon him when talking about Sarah.

“Oh, she absolutely loved Halloween. She’d have her costume pretty much planned out months in advance. We watched all of the movies together as well. Beetlejuice was her favorite. What can I say? My kid has some damn good taste.” He chuckled softly as he quietly unlatched Tex’s stall. “I’d take her trick-or-treating and then when we’d get home I'd help her sort through all of her candy and make her pay the ‘dad tax.’” His eyes crinkled in the corners when his mind encapsulated an image of a ten year old Sarah in her Lydia Deetz costume. “Daaad. You can’t eat all of my candy! You have to save some for me!” “Yeah, yeah dontcha worry, kiddo. I ain’t gonna eat it all, but you gotta pay the dad tax, baby girl. That’s the rules.”

Joel had just slipped Tex’s halter over his ears when he felt your hand gently grasp his bicep through the material of his warm jacket. He had zoned out after recalling the memory and you were just trying to bring him back down to earth. “Joel?..” You attentively asked as he looked over his shoulder at you. “Sorry darlin.’ Didn’t mean to zone out like that. Jus’ y’know get a little emotional thinkin’ about her is’all.” He murmured.

“Hey, it's okay. Sounds like you have a lot of wonderful memories of her, Joel. I have to ask..what the hell is the ‘dad tax?’”

Joel felt a warm chuckle creep up his throat as he latched the metal clip around Tex’s halter. “Oh, the dad tax? S’jus’ a silly thing I came up with after she made me carry all of her candy bags for hours. Felt like it was only fair if I got a few pieces of her loot.” He responded with a casual shrug as he let Tex out of his stall so it would be easier to brush him down.

“Oh, I agree. That sounds perfectly fair. Man, I'd absolutely kill to have a Reese's peanut butter cup or a kit-kat. Did you end up being persuaded to dress up with her as well?” You picked up the curry comb from the grooming box before gently rubbing soothing circles into Tex’s furry coat to lift up any dirt or debris.

“Fuck.” He nearly groaned. “Reese’s were my favorite. I used to stick a few of them in the freezer and eat them after they got nice and chilled. It was like my guilty pleasure midnight snack. Oh, yeah I dressed up with her alright. Used to go all out with my costume as well. Whatever was gonna make her happy, y’know?”

“Oh my gosh, I used to do the same thing too! I’d stick an entire roll of them in the freezer. That was really the only way to eat them.” You softly giggled as Tex let out an appreciative grunt when you had found an itchy spot near his withers. “Was there a favorite character that you dressed up as?”

Joel pondered for a moment as he flipped through the memories in his mind of all the Halloween costumes he had dressed up in with Sarah. “Damn, that’s a good question darlin.’ There was one year we dressed up as Iron Man and the Hulk. Sarah insisted on being the Hulk of course. We did Sherlock Holmes and Watson for one year as well.”

“Wow, I would have definitely given y’all all of my candy if you trick-or-treated on my block. All the neighborhood kids had some lame costumes I swear. The best one I ever saw was a trio of girls dressed up as the Sanderson Sisters. I nearly gave them my whole goddamn bowl of candy.”

“Woah. The Sanderson Sisters? Those chicks are wicked.” He chuckled warmly. “Although, Binx was my favorite character out of the entire movie.”

“Oh, I loved Binx too. Dani was my personal favorite. She was such a cool kid.” You peeked over the top of Tex’s withers as you finished currying the dirt from his coat. You felt the heat rise to the highest point of your cheeks when you found that Joel was already looking at you. He looked away quickly of course and cleared his throat.

A comfortable silence washed over the two of you as you got into a groove with brushing down Tex.

Joel broke the silence a few minutes later after he had finished picking out clumps of dirt and rocks from Tex’s hooves. “So, now that the weather is changin’ and Spring is gonna be here soon..I won’t be on patrol during the late night shift. So uh–we can..spend some more time together if you’d like? M’sorry that I've been absent for a while. Maria told me that you were wonderin’ about me.”

You paused your present actions with a soft sigh as you dropped the brush into the grooming box with a soft thud. “Sometimes I struggle with having a rational thought. I–assumed that maybe you were blowing me off or something. Or that maybe you didn’t want to be my friend. It was so fucking silly for me to think that way, but my brain is a warzone a lot of time. It plays tricks on me..Maria told me that she assigned you, Tommy, and a few other men on the late night patrol because..you found something disturbing in the woods?..”

Joel could feel his jaw clench inwards as his fist tightened around the brush that he was holding. Images of those charred women sprung into his mind as he shook his head tightly. “Darlin,’ i’m sorry that it seemed like I was blowin’ you off. I would never do that to ya. I don’t think it is silly for you to think that way. My brain does shit like that too. S’okay that you were feelin’ that way. I jus’ genuinely felt bad, but it was out of my control y’know?” His head drooped slightly as he let out a slightly agitated sigh. It wasn’t directed at you, it was just his present frustrations. He and Tommy had lost track of the raiders and where they were headed. He felt like he had failed you, and the town.

“Joel, Maria wouldn’t tell me what you and Tommy found in the woods that night. Can you please tell me? I know it was out of your control, and when Maria told me the reason why I genuinely felt terrible. I can only imagine how exhausting these past couple of months have been for you.”

The energy seemed to take a drastic dip as Joel met your gaze once more. His jaw unclenched from the tight position it was currently held in. He wanted to tell you what he saw. He really did, but he promised both Tommy and Maria that he would not disclose the details to you. His lips parted as a sigh slipped past. He looked defeated as his shoulders slumped inwards. “Beanie, I'm sorry but I can’t tell you what we found.” He uttered softly.

“Joel, why can’t you tell me? I know I shouldn’t pry, but Maria told me that it was concerning and that–”

He cut you off with a gruff response as he raked his fingers through his salt and pepper dusted hair. “Beanie, I can’t tell you. Please don’t ask me again.” He nearly pleaded as his eyes bore deeply into yours.

“Okay.” You meekly responded. “I–won’t ask again. I’m sorry.” You sounded just as defeated as he did.

Fuck.

This is where Joel struggled the most in conversations. When every fiber in his being could sense the mood shifting and churning, he didn’t know how to bring it back to a calm place. This was usually the moment where he would snap and say the wrong thing. He could feel the word vomit pulsating on his tongue like bile. He didn’t want to keep secrets from you. Not when your friendship was just starting to bud like new sprouts through the permeating frost.

“I’m sorry too. I don’t want to keep secrets from ya darlin.’ I jus’ hope you can understand.”

Please. Please understand.

“Joel, it’s okay. I understand, and I'm not going to hold this against you or anything I promise.” You responded reassuringly.

He let out a visible sigh of relief as he dropped his hand from tugging at the roots of his hair to his side. “Okay, good.” He softly rasped.

After you finished brushing down Tex, Joel led him back into his stall before latching the door shut. “I take it you never found Ellie or Dina? Maybe they’re at breakfast already.” He set Tex’s halter back on the hook alongside his stall before he shoved his hands deep within the pockets of his worn out faded jeans.

“I didn’t see them when I came in. Maybe they are at breakfast like you said? Regardless, I appreciate you suggesting last night that I go and spend some time with the horses.”

“Of course darlin.’ I jus’ know what it’s like to struggle n’feel like you ain’t have no one there to support ya. Horses are good listeners. Better listeners than I am.”

“I disagree. You are a good listener, Joel. You didn’t make me or my feelings feel small or insignificant last night. You’re a good friend.” You meant every word as a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips.

“Well, thank you. Guess I can do somethin’ right huh?” He chuckled softly.

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, okay?”

“I won’t darlin.’” He seems the least bit convincing as his eyes are averting from making contact with you. You’d accept his response, for now.

After leaving the stables, Joel accompanied you to your shop. He could have gone home, but after not seeing you for quite some time, he felt like he could sacrifice his sleep a little longer. So while you were whipping up two lattes, he was rearranging your back storage area so that there was no chance that a sack of sugar would potentially fall on your unsuspecting head.

“Hey, Beanie?” His voice sounded slightly strained from the heavy lifting he was doing.

“Yeah, Joel? Everything alright back there?”

“Peachy.” He grunted softly as he set the sack of sugar down. “Got a question for ya.”

“Shoot.”

“Your horse, Tess. Did ya name her yourself or did she have that name previously.” He was curious. It was evident in his tone as he wiped a bit of sweat that had beaded upon his brow.

“I named her myself. Why do you ask?”

“Jus’ wonderin.’ I uh–had a partner named Tess. Tommy and I met her after outbreak day. The three of us became a ruthless team. Anyway, we were together for as long as I can remember. We relied on each other heavily. ‘Specially after Tommy up n’left me for the fireflies. She was my partner n’crime. The brains of our operation and I probably wouldn’t have survived very long if it wasn’t for her. Your horse..just reminded me of her s’all.” He missed Tess. He missed her more than he liked to admit and even though time had passed since her death, he still wished that she lived. He imagined that she would have found ultimate peace in Jackson. She deserved that and more than what Joel thought he could offer her.

His voice was less strained and sounded closer in proximity as you turned and faced him with a mug outstretched towards him. “Did..she die?” You softly asked.

He somberly nodded as he gently grasped the mug in his hand. The steam slowly rose from the top and kissed his skin as he leaned back against the counter. “She went out a goddamn hero though. Saved me and Ellie from a hoard of infected. Sacrificed herself so that we would live. She was g’nna die anyway. Got bit. Still feel like sometimes I failed her. Coulda done more to keep her safe. She deserved fuckin’ better.” He bitterly sighed with a shake of his head.

“Hey, I'm sure Tess wouldn’t want you to be feeling like this Joel. She doesn’t think that you failed her. She doesn’t think that at all. She’d want you to forgive yourself Joel.” You reached over and gently touched his bicep as he choked back a strained laugh.

“Yeah? Maybe. Jus’ never was able to give her what she truly wanted.”

“What couldn’t you give her, Joel?” You softly prompted him.

“My heart.” He uttered just above a whisper as his gaze slowly fell upon your face. You could see the glassy look in his irises as his lower lip ever-so slightly wobbled under the soft glow of the fairy lights dangling above.

You could feel your heart straining against the figurative strings in your chest cavity as you looked upon his sunken features. “Joel, it’s not too late to tell her how you feel.” You murmured.

“What?” He looked puzzled as his brows furrowed. He let out a soft sniffle as he dragged the tip of his thumb across his nose. “How can I do that?”

“Write to her. Write her a letter straight from your heart Joel.”

“How’s that supposed t’work? She ain’t ever gonna see it.”

“You just have to believe that she will see it. If you write down how you feel, and all the things that you wish that you could have told her, you’ll be letting that part of yourself go. That part where you feel like you’re to blame for her death. Pen and paper. Write it all down.” You softly encouraged him.

“Will you read it..after I write it?” His tone was timid, unlike his natural gruff nature as he picked at the skin around his cuticles out of a nervous habit.

“If you’d like me to read it then I will.”

“Pinky promise?” He softly requested.

You were already offering him your pinky as he slowly wrapped his thicker weathered finger around your own and gently squeezed.

“Pinky promise, Joel.”

Spring was in full bloom now as the earth turned green and sprouted new flowers and life in every corner. Joel was only having to patrol in the early mornings with Tommy. The sun was warm on his skin as he was hunched over in the tall grasses with a leather notebook and pen resting in his lap. Both Tex and Timber were peacefully grazing a short distance away as Tommy was cleaning his rifle. He glanced over at his brother with a curious expression on his face as he watched him scribble something on one of the blank pages.

“Whatcha writin’ in there big brother?” He asked with piqued interest.

“A letter.” Joel murmured.

“To who?”

Joel let out a sigh as he closed the notebook on the pen before looking over at his younger brother.

“Tess.”

Tommy had an unreadable expression on his face as he tightly nodded. For a moment Joel thought his brother had nothing else to say until a hand reached out and gently squeezed his shoulder.

“Say hi to her for me. Will ya? Miss the hell outta her.” Tommy mumbled softly.

“Me too. I miss her a lot. I just hope she’s with her husband and son. Hope they’re all together.” Joel responded mournfully as he opened the notebook once more.

Tommy felt a tear slowly roll down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away.

Godspeed Tess.

Joel found himself getting lost in his present thoughts and emotions as he poured his heart out onto the parchment. His words bled like the ink from his pen that was clutched tight in his fist. His knuckles transformed to a stark white shade.

Hey, Tess. It’s Joel. I’ve never fuckin’ written a letter in my goddamn life, so I apologize if this is absolute horse shit. I’ll salvage what I can. It’s the least I can do for you Tess. Anyway, lately i’ve found myself doin’ a lot of reflectin.’ Can ya believe that? Me? Joel hardass Miller expressing his emotions? Ellie and I made it to the fireflies. I’m sure by now you know what happened so i’ll spare the details. Do you remember when you told me to save who I could save? Well, I did. I saved her. I’d do it all over again if I had to. Man, I used to think of that kid as cargo. Now, I think of her as if she was my own daughter. They were gonna kill her, and I couldn’t let that happen so I did what I had to do. Ain’t proud of it, but she’s alive and that's all that matters to me even though she hates me. I couldn’t live without her. The truth is, I wish you were here. You’d love Jackson. This community has it all figured out. We coulda lived a life at peace together, you and me. You deserved the world, and I'm sorry I could never give that to you. You never asked anythin’ of me. Never begged me to feel for you back, but fuck, I loved you. I loved you Tess. I think you knew. It was unspoken between us, but it was there. I should have told you when I had the chance. Well, I'm tellin’ ya now. I know one day I'll get to thank you for savin’ Ellie and I. You went out a fuckin’ hero. You’re the reason why I'm alive. I know I need to forgive myself for your death. I know I can’t go on livin’ and blamin’ myself. It’s hard. It’s so fuckin’ hard, but i’m going to try. I hope that you are at peace. Y’know I ain’t believe in there bein’ a Heaven, but I hope that’s where you’re at. I hope your husband and son are there with you. I hope you get to hug them tight. Sarah too. Bill and Frank. I hope you’re all together now. If you see my baby girl, can you please tell her that daddy loves her? Keep her safe. Hold her close f’me.

I’ll see ya again one day. Till then, I'll do better. I promise.

- Your Texas

Joel let a few tear drops drip along the paper before he wiped them away. He felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders as he was releasing the burden that weighed him down. It lifted from his being, floating like a cloud in the sky as it dissipated to dust. Tess never blamed him for her death. She never held it against him. She only wished that she had more time with him in this cruel unforgiving world.

When Joel returned from patrol in the late afternoon, he found himself in your shop. The door was propped open with a heavy ceramic pot as a warm spring breeze drifted past his covered shoulder blades. Your shop was peacefully quiet sans the record player crackling to the tune of Queen. The song playing was ‘You’re My Best Friend’

How sweetly fitting.

He could hear your soft humming through his good ear as he walked around the counter. “Beanie? Y’back here darlin?’” His voice traveled like the breeze as you looked up from the mug you were currently painting. Normally you’d paint in your shed at home, but today you decided to kill some time and paint at the shop.

“I’m back here Joel.” You softly responded as your paint brush delicately dragged across the ceramic.

The first thing you noticed was Joel’s bare arms in your peripheral and the way his hair had one stray curl that dangled over his forehead in a soft swoop. His cinnamon brown eyes landed in a soft gaze across your face as he leaned his arm up against the wall. You liked to call this stance the ‘Joel lean.’ Although, this information was kept private.

“What’re you paintin’ today?” He asked intriguingly.

“Vines and tiny little flowers.” You held the mug up in his direction so he could observe what you had completed so far.

“Beautiful.” He rasped. “Listen, you got any plans this evenin?’” He was fidgeting with his fingers now as he awaited your response.

You gently set the mug down on the little drying table before wiping your hands on your paint stained apron. “I was going to head home in an hour or so to make dinner and then settle in with a good book probably. Why do you ask?”

“Come with me to the Tipsy Bison.” He blurted out suddenly, catching you off guard.

“I’ve never been.” You murmured sheepishly.

“S’okay. You ain’t even have to drink. Jus’ would love to share your company. There’s music n’dancin.’ There’s no pressure or nothin’ but it would be fun.”

Was..Joel Miller asking you out on a date right now? An unofficial-official date?

Am I askin’ her out on a date right now?

Yes, you are.

No. I ain’t.

You are.

“Won’t I stick out like a sore thumb if I'm not drinking?” Truthfully you were looking for a way out of this. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go spend time with Joel. You were just intimidated by the thought of having to socialize with other community members of Jackson. You could already feel your anxious thoughts creep up and stain your mind with self-doubt.

“Darlin.’ everyone there is g’nna be too drunk to care. If anyone has somethin’ to say, they can say it to me. Again, no pressure. I don’t wanna stress ya out or anythin.’”

Be still, my foolish heart.

You chewed down on the inside of your cheek, gnawing on the soft flesh as you could taste copper beading along your tongue. How bad could it really be? Besides, Joel wouldn’t let anyone fuck with you. Maybe he would even share a dance with you?

Be still, my foolish heart.

“Okay.” You finally responded. “I’ll come with you, on one condition.”

“Name your price darlin.’” He was holding back his grin that was threatening to spread across his lips.

“You have to dance with me at least once.” You requested.

“Deal.” He didn’t even falter on his response as he outstretched his hand towards you to grasp. “We’ll dance the night away.” He shot you a subtle wink.

His hand was warm in your grasp as he gently eased you up from the chair you were sitting in. You could feel the rough ridges from years of scarring, but despite this, his hands were beautiful. The ridges reminded you of mountain peaks that would nearly touch the clouds. His scars were littered about like constellations in the night sky. Some were deeper than others and you could only imagine how many times the skin on his knuckles had been split open. How many times they bled, how many times he’d hiss under his breath as the healing scabs would flake off.

How would he react if he saw your own scars? Would he shy away or would he trace them delicately? Kiss the pain away with gentle words. Promise you that no harm would come upon you again. Would he hold you close? Murmur into your hair an oath kept against his heart. Would he protect you? Kill for you?

Of course he would.

You just hadn’t a clue what this night would bring.

One thing was for certain, you were eager to find out.

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Episode 5: TURBO

Summary:

After closing your eyes for a moment on a treetop, you notice a piece of paper lying on the ground with something written on it. This results in a wild beginning for an encryption, thoughts and fears that come up and finally a meeting with the prototype. And a little character development in between. Can it get any worse? Yes, it can.

Notes:

Ahhhh, folks I'm sorry it's taking me so long. It's just that lately I've been looking at my work and thinking things like “there's not enough personality involved” or “there's not enough description of the situation”. Personally, I hate losing the thread when I'm reading, not knowing where I am. That's why I try to keep it simple, with thoughts and extra descriptions. I took a look at my first chapters ever, from the “To Understand The Soul” and “The Genius” fan fiction, and I have to say...it's fucking shit writing. I wouldn't say I'm bad at writing overall, but my very first chapters are so unbelievably dogshit that I wouldn't be surprised if people stopped reading them right away. Well, it doesn't matter. Enough yapping, have fun reading this chapter, and pay attention to the details!

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Beginning of the last week.

168 hours remain until the Hour of Joy.

You can't sleep. Since you've been here, in Critter Valley, you've highly slept for minutes.

It wasn't that you weren't physically able to do it. Your mind is just... somewhere else. The constant clicking of your internal clock, simultaneously thinking of the plan and the imminent rise guided by the prototype and CatNap: The Hour of Joy.

You're in a pretty shitty position; either you report the uprising of the two, prevent yourself from being dragged into it and avoid a lot of deaths. Or you don't report it, wait and see how everything goes and continue to watch the critters.

No matter what you choose, it looks damn bad for you. I wonder if the people out there would give you protection because you're doing their dirty work. After all, they're relatively fickle, like when you write insider information about critter relationships in the reports.

But there's no light at the end of the tunnel for you, you've already gone through most of the scenarios in your head. Trying to kill CatNap wouldn't be a good idea, because as long as you can get information about him and the prototype, he's worth something.

Just in case... In case you have to defend yourself or simply get the order to kill one of them, the critters.

Then you would slaughter Kickinchicken.

It's not an objective opinion, it's just yours. When you weren't here yet, but the short three days in this training. So finding out everything that is known about the Critter from the outside was a thorn in your side.

Kickin wasn't special, unlike the others at least, in your opinion.

In the episodes, he was always the joker that nobody took seriously. But it's almost the same here. Even though he's often out and about with Hoppy in the wide open fields of the valley, you can read them both clearly. He's an outsider, and it would hardly be noticeable if he disappeared.

Each of them was special in their own way, just like all critters.

DogDay was the leader, even if he often refused to be. He played the dog of the group, and even if you already know that he used to be a human, he seems to have characteristics of one. He smells damn good, has an outgoing nature and hangs out with the others incredibly often, he's hardly ever alone.

CatNap, who seems to have some kind of relationship with DogDay, was more the outsider of the group. You already noticed this in the Smilling Critter cartoon, as he rarely appeared, and when he did, he didn't play a leading role like the other critters. However, CatNap is a danger to your mission, with this prototype he is planning a riot, and this could ruin everything.

Bubba was the smart one of the group. For you, an absolute no-go and a threat to be killed if necessary. He had already stalked you once, and probably already suspects that you are some kind of spy from the people outside. He often hangs out with the others, seems to have cameras and often stays up late reading books. You had already guessed it: Come near me again and I'll rip you apart.

Crafty and Picky were also sometimes outsiders, but they spend a lot of time together. Whether Crafty is painting and Picky is nearby, they are rarely alone except in the house. Crafty often seems to stay up late at night, while Picky often falls asleep too early, and sometimes outside.

Hoppy was...annoying. She definitely has the best hearing of all, by a long, long fucking way. Sometimes, when you follow them into the woods because they're all talking about this whole fake world, she seems to hear the incredibly quiet rustling of the bushes you're moving in. She always turns her head rapidly in that direction, and the others always look at her as if she's crazy, which is a big advantage for you. After all, you are only a few meters away from them, and if someone were to come looking, it would be a problem.

And then there was him, Kickin. The most annoying, stupid and unnecessary of them all. He can't do anything that the others can, doesn't make anyone laugh with his bad jokes and, in your opinion, should finally disappear. He is discreetly out of place in a group where everyone can do one special thing except him. If you could, you'd probably ask the scientists why they created someone like him in the first place.

But in the overall situation it looks unimportant, especially right now.

Although you are not asleep, you have rested for an hour, here, in this quiet place. At the top of the huge tree crown, the biggest tree in the whole forest.

It went like this: you opened your eyes, disgusted by the metallic feeling, and stood up. Then you cracked your limbs, the unpleasant 'click' sound, which sounded more like a doll, reminded you of the whole situation again.

There was a note there.

But you didn't grab it straight away. A quick glance to the right, left and upwards. Then you listen for thirty seconds to see if there is anyone nearby or if there might be something like a quiet message from the scientists coming through your ears. Because nothing came and you didn't see anything, you finally pick up the note.

It read:

T U R B O

W hvwby mcif dcksfg ct cpgsfjohwcb ofs ibweis, Foh.

Cqn xcqnab mxw'c bnnv cx twxf cqjc hxd'an j byh, fqrlq rb j pxxm cqrwp.

Z'cc fwwvi pfl r uvrc kyrk nzcc yvcg lj sfky.

Fkyjw fqq, dtz uwtgfgqd bfsy yt pstb bmt dtz bjwj gjktwj ymnx...wfy.

- LNKPKPULA

The only thing you think when you see the paper is, "What is that?".

Standing in the middle of the forest, on both feet and standing up straight, you look around again. No one to the left, no one to the right, but something is wrong. This feeling that you're standing in the wrong place, and when you see yourself right here, with this paper in your 'hands'.

You don't need a minute, if at all seconds. It happens automatically, you tense your hands so that your claws come out, which you can't see under the long gloves but don't change anything. Then you tense your tail, you feel the metallic sensation with the next step and have to try hard not to gag. But within a second, you tear your claws into the tree, pull yourself upwards and push yourself further and further with your sharp tail until you are sitting on the treetop again.

Is this a message? Is it written in another language or what is this?

No matter how you think about it, it was pure gibberish. The letters don't fit together logically, the heading on the paper made no sense and everything looked like it was written by a toddler.

But then, the very next time you look at the white paper and the black ink, you understand.

It is encrypted.

You immediately pull out your own notepad from your backpack, wipe over the pages with your notes about the individual critters, and finally land on a free page. You hastily grab a pen and place the two pages on the crown of the tree. You lean against the trunk, spread your disgusting, unnatural-feeling legs and look at the page again.

The text is encrypted, but in what way? It looks like random letters thrown around, it doesn't make a bit of sense, and there's nowhere to start.

You look at the page lying on your legs. The Black Tine had already dried a long time ago, but you go over and confirm what your eyes have already told you. You look at the heading.

Turbo. Turbo? Is that a reference to something? Maybe Hoppy, because she's the fastest of the critters? Or maybe to one of the scientists from outside? Is one of them called Turbo? Or maybe spelled 'obrut' backwards?

This brought to mind the next problem you would have to solve:

Who left me this encrypted message?

You think, but somehow no answer really seems right. You may be clever, but you can't just string together facts that don't exist to come up with a solution. Somehow, however, only two people seem plausible:

The scientist who looked after me, out there. Or the prototype.

Looking at the paper, you notice something that you should have seen beforehand based on your powers of observation. In the last paragraph, or the last word of the paper, there was a minus sign, it looks like a signature.

LNKPKPULA. L-N-K-P-K-P-U-L-A. It has just as many letters as the word 'prototype'. Wait a minute...

Could it be!

You look at the paper again, but this time at the heading: Turbo. The word was obviously scrambled, but it looked like a clue to you. Because when the signature reads the word 'prototype', you already have the first clue.

From LNKPKPULA to Prototype.

You let the pen in your hand sink slowly to the blank page, slowly and surely, although your mind is already going ahead, your hand follows.

4 letters back! That must be it! L to P are 4 positions in the alphabet! It is a Caesar cipher!

Your hand glides over the still blank paper and smears it. You are completely in the flow, your ears pricked up for your surroundings, your arms for the perfect movements when deciphering and your legs for holding the paper.

L (12) → P (16) → +4

N (14) → R (18) → +4

K (11) → O (15) → +4

P (16) → T (20) → +4

K (11) → O (15) → +4

P (16) → T (20) → +4

U (21) → Y (25) → +4

L (12) → P (16) → +4

A (1) → E (5) → +4

Your eyes catch sight of the paper, your mind is already thinking, while your body barely moves. There is something like a cool breeze on the back of your neck, which brings your consciousness back to the here and now.

So the prototype, why does he write in encrypted form? Is he worried and afraid that someone will find the note before I do? No, I don't have time to think about it, first I have to decrypt the entire document!

For anyone, the view would probably have been surreal: You, a rat-looking critter, on the top of a giant tree with a killer look while you scribble on a paper like a madman.

Your tail hung slightly from the crown, but you were far too busy to pay the slightest bit of attention. Every letter, every punctuation mark was burned into your brain as you slowly but surely deciphered each character of the message.

It would have taken anyone else hours to decipher the pattern and then every single letter, but you're not just anyone.

And that's exactly what you wanted to find out, who exactly were you before this rat? Why were you turned into a rat and the other critters into these weird cartoon characters? What was the point of it all, apart from sales for the humans out there. Were you perhaps one of the people out there who saw something they shouldn't have?

And now, are you being monitored while you decode this message? Will they kill you for it? Torture you until you give up every single piece of information you have about the prototype? What did the prototype do that they left him as a metallic monster? Or you, that you are a rat freak with pieces of metal on your tail and sharp claws?

Or is it all, exactly that, just a dream? A dream from which you can't wake up or don't want to wake up? And even if all this isn't real, the huge fields of grass, the bright sun and the colorful sky above the clouds, what's the point of it all? Is it the calm before the storm? Before your death arrives? Or were you already dead?

That was exactly your rambling thoughts while decoding the message. Everything, really EVERYTHING seems so fake. Your mental status is getting worse and worse, and maybe, just maybe, you are afraid of what your body will do automatically when you are mentally at the end.

And that was the moment, not only when you finally finished decoding the message, no.

It was also the moment when you could understand the critters, a mixture of compassion and understanding on a level far above that of an ordinary person.

But finally, after 19 minutes and 46 seconds, you had finished decoding the prototype's message.

It was difficult to first crack the pattern, and then to decipher the most important letters, resulting in whole sentences that finally made sense. A cramp in the hand, like students when they write an exam for too long, stiff legs like an athlete who has just run a marathon, and an empty head, like someone who has just come from a parent's funeral.

Your eyes, half open, finally wander over the full sheet with your writing. No more logically incongruous letters, clear words with a clear message behind them.

F L A W S

I think your powers of observation are unique, Rat.

The others don't seem to know that you're a spy, which is a good thing.

I'll offer you a deal that will help us both.

After all, you probably want to know who you were before this...rat.

- PROTOTYPE

You may not like to admit it, but the encryption was damn clever:

Every single sentence and paragraph is coded according to the heading. So a shift from T to F is +14 letter positions and the first sentence was constructed with this exact shift. But you weren't stupid and wanted to test every way first, which is why you tested the letters 'FOH' first. And your theory was correct, with the shift the word 'RAT' came out.

So you carried on, quickly deciphered the most important letters and brought the sentences to a logical conclusion.

But what was the point of the message? You already knew that when you deciphered the signature 20 minutes ago.

A meeting.

Between you and the prototype. He seems to want to make some kind of 'deal' with you that "will help us both". Of course, you don't trust him one bit, especially after you saw and heard how he treated CatNap. It was pure manipulation, which CatNap, the idiot, didn't even seem to notice.

But he had apparently had something to do with the prototype in the past, he called it 'Theodore'. Maybe you could blackmail CatNap with the name too? Force him to say it, otherwise you'll go to the other critters and tattle.

But what's important right now is where exactly the prototype wants to meet. Maybe at the same place as with CatNap, or maybe not.

Should I make my way to the spot where he met CatNap?

No , my biggest advantage right now is that neither CatNap nor the prototype know that I know when the Hour of Joy is happening, or that it's happening at all. Neither party knows how much I know, and the prototype is dangerous.

If he's from the outside world, he definitely knows where I am by observation, it doesn't have to be that he knows that I was secretly at the meeting. I have to take advantage of that!

I will stand above that flock of pigeons, and I will control them!

Your eyes fall on the paper again, you haven't really moved from your position, after all, something was still missing.

He certainly doesn't want to meet up in the normal area, where there's a risk of encountering a critter. Certainly not in the Dark Forest either, so somewhere on the edge. But where exactly? The area around the edge of the forest is far too long to simply search, and anyway, when does he want to meet?

You turn, shove your right arm into your backpack and pull out the map showing the whole of Critter Valley. As you pull it out, you feel a slow headache coming on, right above your eyes.

You ignore everything around you, place the map next to the decrypted message and do your best, with all your intelligence, to find any position on the map.

Turbo

Turbo.

T = 20

U = 21

R = 18

B = 2

O = 15

If I assign a number to each letter, then use it as a reference for coordinates, it should work.

It was a guess at best, at least the word turbo made sense in contrast to the whole encryption. Your head feels even worse than before, you haven't thought as much as you have just now in the last few weeks, especially since the critters were all easy to watch.

Then the X-coordinate would be T + U, i.e. 20 + 21 and that is 41. Y would then be the sum of the last two letters, B + O are 2 + 15, i.e. 17 for Y. But what about R? Either it is a height coordinate or simply for a more precise point.

But as you read through the whole message again in your head, letter by letter, word by word, you also read the coordinates off the paper. And as is the case with a coincidence, an absolute coincidence, you don't understand it yourself.

You read the 'R', automatically as 'Right Now', out of pure chance and your tiredness. But even without the indicators of your mental state, no other options were really open to you than to interpret and hope for something pure.

Your gaze lands on the map, the coordinates were far away, on the other side of the valley. Where the employees come at night and exchange the things you wrote down in your notes.

Maybe...Just maybe it was some Force of Nature that chose you. There were so many possibilities that you just didn't understand it, didn't even get the message decoded or something else...Maybe it was fate.

And that's exactly what you're going to find out.

If you were already paranoid, tired and absolutely drenched in adrenaline before, it was even worse now. Before you set off, you had thought about whether it was really the right idea to go. But what did you really have to lose? Does he want to tell the Critters your real identity as a spy? Then you tell them with the Hour of Joy, simple as that.

But all the pressure, panic and adrenaline that came up when you were thinking was only because you were already thinking about the situation.

But now it was real. Every few seconds you had the feeling that someone might jump out of the nearest bushes, fire a shot or let out a scream. The forest had never been so damn quiet, you couldn't hear a single sound apart from your footsteps.

The green grass, the gray stones, the brown trees and the sun above you are a sign that you are still close to the valley. The Dark Forest is still too far away.

Every few seconds you pull up your gloves as if you had to attack someone. Even unconsciously, your hands were both tense and so your claws were out, but you couldn't see them because of them. You are quite happy that you found these gloves.

"Rat..."

You almost jump in fright like a cat. You turn around quickly and are confronted with nothing but darkness, from which a certain tension comes towards you. You don't see it, the prototype, the darkness takes any light that was in this happy world and swallows it up.

The only thing that showed you he was here was the voice. Just like the observed meeting between the Thing and CatNap, it was rough and sounded more like a machine. It doesn't help that you don't hear a shape to the voice.

"So you...decoded it." The voice gives you chills, a shiver that runs down your spine, telling your instincts that you absolutely must take a step backwards. You do so immediately, and say your first words since you've been here in Critter Valley.

"It wasn't hard." That was all you said, perhaps even with a slightly lowered voice, after all, your normal pitch would seem like a child in contrast to his.

"For someone... like you." That's all the voice says, but now at least you can see something in the infinite darkness that lies before you. This metallic hand slowly but surely sticks out of it, your eyes follow the fine fingers as they move.

"And who exactly would that be?" Bingo. You can steer the conversation directly in the direction you want, find out what he knows.

"I'll tell you...if you do me...a favor." The voice becomes even rougher than before, as if he doesn't have much time.

"And the would be?" You're getting really tired of this small talk, the first day with the critters where you didn't talk and now that you're both just answering as briefly as possible.

"You have to help CatNap...convince the others to join an uprising." That's the longest sentence you've heard him say so far without pausing again.

"What kind of Uprising?" You say, full of confusion and inner conviction that he doesn't know you were eavesdropping on him and CatNap's conversation.

"You already know that."

That was the moment when you felt like you were finally dead. Your eyes widen, your legs tremble slightly, your breathing quickens and your heartbeat becomes so loud that you can hear it through your ears and it absolutely drowns your thoughts.

The adrenaline doesn't even let you think, let alone fully understand the situation. So now you were in his Mercy, your lie was badly received, and even worse... The power of this conversation now fell into his mechanical fingers.

"I already know...How it will all end...Theodore won't make it and that's...a shame." You're only half aware of the words, the rest passes you by and disappears into the huge forest behind you. The fingers move slightly, making a 'come closer' gesture, which you don't return. "Besides... I have some information for you... which is incredibly valuable... but which you won't write in your report."

Information that is worth a lot, but that I can't write in my report? What exactly does he mean?

"And that information would be?" If your shaky voice, your gasping breaths and your hunched posture didn't already give it away, you were extremely nervous. You weren't even that nervous when you were about to be caught spying by one of the critters. Because there you always had the chance to somehow talk your way out of it or simply disappear, but right now, the situation was not in your hands at all, but in this mechanical one in front of you.

"The Critters... want to break out of here in four days."

Dawn of the Last Four Days.

96 hours remain until the outbreak and 168 until the Hour of Joy.

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Can it get any worse? I mean, your mental state, the prototype knowing about your eavesdropping and the fact that the Smilling Critters want to break out? Oh yes, it can! Well, the next story to get an update is my Hold on fanfiction, after all, it's time to write about the year class trip. (in between, of course, another chapter for the Arcane Story, the second season is coming soon and I really need to finish everything). I hope you are all doing well! Leave kudos and a comment!

#smilling critters #dogday #catnap #poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #bubba bubbaphant #stalking #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #cartoon

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Carlos the Capybara: Flute Player and Doughnut Lover

Once upon a time, in a peaceful and secluded glade nestled deep within the heart of the Amazon rainforest, lived a capybara named Carlos. Now, capybaras are known for their gentle and sociable nature, but Carlos was no ordinary capybara. He had a unique passion that set him apart from the rest of his capybara friends - he played the flute, and he played it with remarkable skill.

Every morning, as the sun's first rays filtered through the dense foliage, Carlos would sit by the tranquil river that meandered through the glade. There, he would take out his wooden flute, lovingly carved from a fallen tree branch, and begin to play. The soothing melodies that flowed from his instrument resonated through the rainforest, enchanting all who heard them.

Carlos's music was a gift to the creatures of the rainforest. Birds would flutter down from the treetops to listen, and monkeys would pause their chatter to appreciate the harmonious tunes. But there was one particular fan of Carlos's music who was always in attendance - a mischievous and playful toucan named Tico.

Tico adored Carlos's flute music, and every morning, he would perch on a nearby branch, his vibrant beak agape in delight as he listened to the captivating melodies. Carlos and Tico developed an extraordinary friendship, united by their shared love for music and their boundless curiosity about the world.

Now, while Carlos was a virtuoso on the flute, he had another secret love - doughnuts. In the heart of the rainforest, there wasn't a bakery in sight, but Carlos was a resourceful capybara. He had discovered a hidden grove where wild fruit trees grew. Among them was a tree that bore round, doughnut-like fruits with a sweet and delectable taste. Carlos couldn't resist them, and he indulged in these rainforest doughnuts every chance he got.

One sunny morning, as Carlos was playing his flute by the riverbank, Tico decided it was time to repay his friend's beautiful music. With his vibrant plumage shimmering in the sunlight, Tico soared off in search of the rarest, sweetest treat he could find. After a few graceful loops through the treetops, he returned to Carlos with a beak filled with the most delicious rainforest doughnuts.

Carlos was delighted by Tico's thoughtful gift. They sat together by the river, Carlos playing his flute, and Tico enjoying the sweet treats. The harmonious blend of music and laughter echoed through the glade, filling the rainforest with an atmosphere of pure joy.

From that day forward, Carlos and Tico's friendship grew stronger, and their daily routine became a beloved spectacle in the rainforest. Carlos's flute melodies and the colorful toucan's playful antics brought happiness to all who had the privilege of witnessing their enchanting performances.

And so, in the heart of the Amazon rainforest, the capybara who played the flute and loved doughnuts found not only the music of his soul but also a true friend who shared in his passion for the extraordinary and the simple joys of life. Together, they brought the rainforest alive with the magic of friendship and music, proving that the most remarkable stories can be found in the most unexpected places.

Note: learn to draw a capybara

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Rock Climbing For Teens - Travel The World And Reach New Heights - The Road Less Traveled

Climbing and Adventure Travel

If it seems to you that rock climbing has been having a bit of a “moment” lately, that’s really no accident. Quite a few things have been bringing rock climbing further into the mainstream over the last few years, including the billions of views that rock-climbing videos have attracted on socials, and competition climbing making its Olympic debut at the 2020 Summer Olympics.

But there’s something else that people of all ages should know about rock climbing: not only is it a really great activity for all-round physical and mental health, it can take you across the world on different adventures and open the door to a whole new type of travel.

So, if your teen has been getting into, or showing an interest in rock climbing recently, maybe a middle or high school adventure program would be great fit to help them further their interest and realize where climbing can take them - Think the French Alps, the Colorado Mountains, or the National Parks of Maine!

Why is rock climbing such a great thing to do, anyway?

Rock climbing might seem like the kind of extremely physical activity that only the strongest and fittest people would be able to do safely and effectively, but that’s a misconception. It’s actually an activity most people can participate in and benefit from.

However it is most definitely an activity that is “easy to get to grips with, but difficult to master” which is why it's so popular with young people. The constant challenge of new routes, developing your own strength and technique, and the overwhelming joy and satisfaction when a route or problem is conquered keeps climbers coming back, and chasing that adrenaline rush!

Climbing with The Road Less Traveled - What's different?

Many teens start climbing in gyms, summer camps, or local sports centers, which allows them to learn the basics in a man-made environment or wall. Here at RLT we take it one step further as we take students straight onto real rock faces, and get them climbing in some of the best natural environments across the world!

This adds a whole new layer of challenge, and also reward. Reaching the top of a natural rockface and seeing breathtaking views across the treetops, or climbing a cliff with wildlife all around you makes the experience all that more special.

What student travel programs include rock climbing as an activity?

Here at The Road Less Traveled (RLT), we design our adventure trips to help young people build their social skills, confidence, environmental stewardship, and a greater sense of service and global responsibility.

In other words, when a teen embarks on a high-school adventure program with RLT, they will not “just” benefit from an adventure program. What they will receive will be a unique experience that helps shape them into a more rounded person.

Along the way, though, they will also get to test and hone their rock-climbing skills – if you choose an RLT program that incorporates this! You can discover those by navigating to our teen travel programs for the summer of 2024, and selecting “Rock Climb” under “Activities” in the left-hand sidebar.

With our adventure programs for next year encompassing such stunning parts of the world as the French and Italian Alps, the mountains of Colorado, the pine forests of Maine, and the sun-drenched Costa Brava coastline of Spain – to mention just some of the possibilities – your teen will have ample opportunity to develop their climbing skills, while exploring some of the most breathtaking parts of the world.

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Live Every Day Like a Vacation at Gera Joy On Tree Tops, Hinjewadi

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Extreme Excitement: The Ultimate Guide to Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Oasis

Nestled in the heart of Burlington, Ontario, Activate Adventure Sports Center stands as a beacon for adrenaline enthusiasts seeking an escape from the ordinary. This adventure sports oasis isn't just a venue; it's a dynamic space that ignites the spirit of thrill-seekers, offering a spectrum of heart-pounding activities that redefine the meaning of adventure. Join us as we embark on the ultimate guide to Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center, where extreme excitement meets the beauty of Ontario's outdoors.

1. Ziplining: Soar Through the Sky with Unbridled Freedom

Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center boasts an exhilarating ziplining experience that takes you on a journey through the treetops, offering panoramic views of Burlington's natural beauty.

The Ziplining Course: The ziplining course at Activate Burlington is designed to cater to both beginners and seasoned adventurers. With varying lengths and heights, the course provides a thrilling experience for all, from those seeking a taste of adrenaline to seasoned zipliners craving an extra dose of excitement.

Scenic Beauty from Above: As you soar through the sky, you'll be treated to breathtaking views of Burlington's lush landscapes. The ziplining experience is not just about the adrenaline rush; it's a visual feast, allowing participants to connect with the natural beauty that surrounds the Adventure Sports Center.

2. Rock Climbing: Conquer Vertical Challenges

For those who prefer their excitement on solid ground, Activate Burlington's rock climbing walls provide a challenging and invigorating experience.

Indoor Climbing Gym: The Adventure Sports Center features a state-of-the-art indoor climbing gym equipped with a variety of climbing walls suitable for all skill levels. Whether you're a beginner taking your first vertical steps or an experienced climber seeking a new challenge, the gym offers a diverse range of climbing surfaces.

Expert Guidance: Activate Burlington prioritizes safety and skill development. Certified instructors are on hand to guide climbers through proper techniques, ensuring that everyone can enjoy the thrill of reaching new heights in a controlled and secure environment.

3. Mountain Biking Trails: Ride the Trails of Adrenaline

Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center extends its reach beyond the confines of traditional sports facilities, offering a network of mountain biking trails that weave through scenic landscapes.

Trail Variety: The center features a variety of mountain biking trails, catering to different skill levels. From gentle, winding paths for beginners to challenging descents and jumps for experienced riders, the trails provide an opportunity for riders to push their limits and experience the joy of off-road biking.

Nature Immersion: As you navigate the trails, you'll find yourself immersed in the natural beauty of Burlington's surroundings. The Adventure Sports Center has carefully integrated the trails with the local landscape, creating an experience that seamlessly blends the thrill of mountain biking with the serenity of nature.

4. Kayaking and Paddleboarding: Navigate Waterways with Style

Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center doesn't limit itself to land-based activities. The center offers water enthusiasts the opportunity to explore local waterways through kayaking and paddleboarding.

Waterfront Access: The Adventure Sports Center is strategically located near Burlington's waterfront, providing easy access to the city's scenic lakes and rivers. Participants can launch kayaks and paddleboards directly from the center, setting the stage for aquatic adventures.

Guided Tours: For those new to kayaking and paddleboarding, the Adventure Sports Center offers guided tours led by experienced instructors. These tours not only introduce participants to the basics of water navigation but also showcase the natural beauty of Burlington's waterways.

5. Adventure Courses for Kids: Inspiring the Next Generation

Activate Burlington recognizes that the spirit of adventure knows no age limit. The Adventure Sports Center features specially designed courses for children, introducing them to the thrill of outdoor activities in a safe and supervised environment.

Kid-Friendly Ziplining: Activate Burlington's ziplining courses are adapted to cater to younger adventurers. Kids can experience the joy of soaring through the air while being securely harnessed, instilling a sense of confidence and accomplishment.

Mini Climbing Walls: The indoor climbing gym includes mini climbing walls designed for children. These walls provide a fun and interactive introduction to rock climbing, promoting physical activity and the development of essential motor skills.

6. Facilities and Amenities: Enhancing the Adventure Experience

Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center is not just about the activities; it's about creating an immersive experience for participants. The center boasts facilities and amenities that enhance the overall adventure sports experience.

Gear Rental: For those who don't have their own equipment, Activate Burlington offers gear rental services. Whether it's a mountain bike, climbing harness, or kayak, participants can access high-quality equipment to ensure a safe and enjoyable adventure.

Picnic Areas: The Adventure Sports Center recognizes the importance of unwinding after an adrenaline-packed day. Picnic areas are strategically placed, allowing participants to relax, share stories, and enjoy the camaraderie that comes with adventure sports.

Outdoor Lounge: The center includes an outdoor lounge area where participants can bask in the glory of their achievements. Whether it's recounting the thrill of a zipline descent or sharing tips on conquering a climbing wall, the outdoor lounge provides a social space for adventure enthusiasts.

7. Safety First: Ensuring a Secure Adventure

Activate Burlington prioritizes the safety of its participants. Rigorous safety measures are in place to ensure that adventure seekers can indulge in the excitement of the activities with confidence.

Certified Instructors: The Adventure Sports Center's team of certified instructors undergoes extensive training to provide participants with expert guidance. Whether it's learning the basics of rock climbing or receiving kayaking instructions, participants can trust that they are in capable hands.

Modern Safety Equipment: The center invests in modern and high-quality safety equipment to minimize risks during activities. From harnesses and helmets to life vests, participants can embark on their adventures knowing that every precaution has been taken to ensure their safety.

8. Community Engagement: Beyond Adrenaline, Fostering Connections

Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center isn't just a venue for individual pursuits; it's a community hub that fosters connections among like-minded individuals who share a passion for adventure.

Adventure Clubs: The center facilitates the formation of adventure clubs, bringing together individuals with a shared interest in specific activities. Whether it's a mountain biking club, a climbing group, or a kayaking collective, these clubs provide a platform for participants to connect and plan adventures together.

Social Events: Activate Burlington organizes social events that go beyond the adventure activities. From themed parties to community gatherings, these events create opportunities for participants to socialize, share experiences, and build lasting friendships.

9. Event Hosting: Celebrating Milestones in Style

For those looking to celebrate special occasions with a dose of adventure, Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center offers event hosting services. Birthdays, team-building activities, and corporate events can be customized to include a thrilling adventure sports experience.

Customizable Packages: The center provides customizable event packages, allowing organizers to tailor the adventure experience to the preferences and skill levels of the participants. Whether it's a team-building day or a birthday celebration, Activate Burlington ensures that every event is unique and memorable.

Professional Event Coordinators: To ensure the seamless execution of events, Activate Burlington provides professional event coordinators. These coordinators work closely with organizers to plan the adventure activities, catering, and logistics, ensuring a stress-free and exhilarating event.

10. Environmental Stewardship: Preserving the Natural Playground

Activate Burlington recognizes the importance of environmental stewardship in preserving the natural playground that serves as the backdrop for adventure sports. The Adventure Sports Center actively engages in eco-friendly practices and initiatives to minimize its ecological footprint.

Trail Conservation: The mountain biking trails are carefully designed to minimize impact on the natural environment. Activate Burlington collaborates with environmental organizations to ensure that trail maintenance and construction adhere to sustainable practices.

Waterfront Cleanup: As part of its commitment to environmental responsibility, the Adventure Sports Center organizes waterfront cleanup initiatives. Participants are encouraged to actively participate in keeping the waterways clean and pristine.

Conclusion: Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center—Where Thrills Meet Harmony

Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center isn't just a collection of adrenaline-pumping activities; it's a testament to the harmonious coexistence of extreme excitement and natural beauty. As participants zip through the treetops, conquer rock climbing walls, navigate mountain biking trails, and paddle through scenic waterways, they become part of a community that shares a profound appreciation for adventure and the great outdoors.

In the heart of Burlington, this Adventure Sports Center stands as more than a venue; it's a symbol of the city's commitment to providing a space where thrill-seekers can immerse themselves in the beauty of nature while experiencing the exhilaration of adventure sports. Whether you're a seasoned adrenaline junkie or someone taking the first steps into the world of adventure, Activate Burlington's Adventure Sports Center invites you to embark on a journey where extreme excitement meets the serenity of Ontario's landscapes. It's more than an adventure; it's an experience that resonates with the thrill-seeker in all of us.

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Costa Rica Surf Camp: Where Waves and A craving for something new Unite

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Costa Rica, a gem of Focal America, enthralls voyagers with its staggering scenes, warm culture, and elite surf. Settled between the Pacific Sea and the Caribbean Ocean, Costa Rica Surf Camp allures swashbucklers from around the globe to encounter the ideal association of wave-riding and a hunger for something new. With its flawless sea shores, master training, economical ethos, and remarkable experiences with nature, this surf camp offers an unmatched drenching into the wizardry of Costa Rica.

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Things you said . . . when we were I was afraid Chosen pairing: Ikora/Eris (Great Hunt era)

Ikora Rey could not relax for even a moment as she and Eris trekked through the Venusian jungles. Light filtered down in shafts tangible enough to touch, suspended in ash-choked humidity. From her peripheral vision, every play of sunshine across motes of dust or glint on standing pools of water made her look, half-expecting to meet the myriad eyes of an ahamkara, sparkling in satiation at a wish received.

Ahamkara were paracausal mines, liable to be set off with the slightest pressure in thought or word. She'd heard that he only safe way to approach a wish-dragon was with a total lack of desire: the mind must at peace and without want. In all their power, the Guardians made for succulent feed; clarity was the only way to prevent errant shifts in reality and to ensure they stay starved enough to destroy. (Ikora had trained herself out of thinking of the act as killing. Each death was a dandelion's head spread on the wind.)

A classically-trained warlock, she was no stranger to the act of meditation. She had honed her mind to master the storm and void and flame. A veteran of combat and crucible, she'd developed her focus perfectly. But there was something here that captivated unlike anything or anyone encountered in the temples or training grounds, the libraries or battlefields. Something that distracted even beyond the thought of a thousand hungry eyes and salivating mouths hiding in the canopies, stalking, waiting —

Eris had gotten ahead of her by a pace. In-between fights, the hunter took off her helmet, and some of her outer layers of armor. Ikora watched her from behind; the curve of muscle and fat beneath undershirt, the gold halo of sunlight on her ruffled salt-and-pepper brown hair. She'd cut it before flying out to Venus; 'Too hot to leave it long,' she said, smiling, when she reported to the hangar with a new look and her rucksack.

Ikora slipped, imagined for a fleeting moment the texture of her hair under her fingers — before she caught herself. At the Tower, kindling a crush could spell embarrassment. Out here, it might have deadly consequences.

They walked for a long time, Ikora thinking of anything but the person beside her.

. . .

Eventually, they reached the edge of a grove where a dragon had been spotted earlier. Deciding it best to approach with high energy, full stomachs and untroubled minds, they stopped to eat and rest awhile. Spirit blooms waved lazily in the soft breeze. Rain pattered on the treetops, but they were sheltered from it.

"You've been out of sorts, Ikora,'" Eris finally remarked, putting away their mess kits as Ikora refilled canteens from a crystal clear spring. "What's the matter?"

Ikora took a long drink of water. Sat beside her companion as she considered her options.

A lie was a sort of mismatch between what is, and what is wanted, the gradient from which ahamkara fed. She wouldn't risk giving them even a morsel, so she answered honestly: "I shouldn't discuss it near beings who derive their strength from desire."

A smile tugged at the corners of Eris' brown eyes and full lips. Ikora looked away, unwilling to tempt herself further. "Sounds like quite the problem to have on a planet full of creatures who feast on that sort of thing."

She sighed and leaned back against the fluffy moss and thick ferns of the forest floor. Looked up at the thickets of growth overhead, the soaring birds and perpetually storm-yellow clouds in the gaps overhead. "I don't know what to do."

"I'm just a hunter, so I may be wrong . . ." Eris began, "but I think the best way to avoid wanting something is to have it."

She twisted over so that her upper half hung above Ikora, one arm on each side of her. Her eyes glistened with as much joy as their quarry. "What do you say?"

Ikora could not avoid Eris' gaze, nor did she want to.

In the instant she reached up to pull the other woman down, she'd already descended on her, half-parted lips meeting in a kiss that was hungry but not rough, skin tasting of sweat and smoke and alien fruits. Ikora ran her hand through her hair, curls catching on her fingertips; Eris ran her index and middle fingers along her jawline and rested her thumb under her chin, cradling her face for the duration.

When they finally parted, neither was able to stop themselves from beaming. Picking up their arms they moved toward the clearing, Ikora satisfied the ahamkara would find no longing in her heart.

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH74

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Chapter 74: The Queen’s Inheritance (XIII)

"Who are you?" When the Destroyer who had crossed the boundary saw Maria, picking her out at a glance from the vast sea of people, this sentence "who are you" was no different from a sincere confession.

Even though he had lost himself to his force and had forgotten his beloved, at the moment when they met again, a familiar yearning engraved in his soul still reminded him to look at that person.

Maria looked up at him, the joy of reunion filling her gentle gaze. Before opening her mouth, tears had already flowed from her blue eyes. Even so, she still smiled, even if she could not say a word.

It was supposed to be a fateful reunion that touched people's hearts, but it instantly made the Destroyer feel wrong—or, that world felt wrong.

The desire to destroy and to murder were overwhelming, destroying his memory again.

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He had failed again.

Qi Leren sat on the swing and was at a loss.

Why did he still fail? Clearly this time, he had tried his best to approach Maria's most likely response—when the lovers who were forced apart by destiny reunited, the gentle Maria shed tears of both joy and sadness.

What was wrong?

This sort of thinking should be right!

The baffled Qi Leren sat on the swing, absently finished talking with the monk who came to call him to the cathedral, and waited for the Prophet to appear.

The wind in the Garden of the Holy Tomb blew through the treetops, which lifted off a large number of blue and white petals, and also opened the Canon on Maria's knees and gently brushed one page after another, revealing a letter tucked inside.

Qi Leren startled, picked up the letter, and looked at it. After reading every word from beginning to end, he finally knew what was wrong.

To my dear Maria:

Before leaving, I decided to write a letter to you. You can take this letter as my love letter to you :-D

……

The other side of the gap between the two worlds has always made me curious. I’ve read the Canon you gave me. The demon world described in the book is a different world ruled by devils with strict classes, where the cruel law of survival of the fittest is practiced, which may help me master the original force in my body.

……

I was surprised that you agreed to let me go to the Underworld. I thought you would never agree. After all, the attitude of the Holy See towards demons has always been the same. However, I think the Holy See's research in the field has become self-contained. The field should not only inherit the existing original force; the Holy See's method of condensing fields is too smooth, which limits your further development, meaning that the road of pursuing power ends here. Maybe we should defer to other methods.

……

When I wrote this letter, I couldn't help recalling the scene of when we first met. At that time, your temper was much worse than it is now, and that slap was really impressive. Later, I realized that you were a nun from an esteemed background... When I think of it, my own identity is dull. You always pinch my waist until it’s black and blue. Dear, you need to be gentle with me, or you will easily lose me.

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Suddenly, I miss my hometown very much. I hope I can show it to you one day. The food there is really delicious. It’s ten thousand times better than the white bread in the Holy See! I really want to take you to try it.

……

Dear Maria, although I haven't left yet, I’ve already started to miss you.

This letter from Ning Zhou's father, who had not yet become the Lord of Destruction, that was addressed to Maria made Qi Leren understand. The key point was that he had misjudged Maria's character completely, and he had also misjudged the character of Destroyer.

This Holy Nun was not the kind of woman who was gentle, compassionate, and full of piety in her usual thinking. She was quite a woman with "personality" and could be regarded as a "savage girlfriend". However, in the few opportunities Qi Leren had had to meet Maria, he had missed the true nature of this Holy Nun. In the same way, he hadn't expected that while he was an ordinary player, the Devastator turned out to be a guy... who could use the basic emojis of twenty years ago.

Qi Leren closed the Canon and took a deep breath.

This was the last chance, but he knew what to do.

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"Who are you?"

The Prophet standing in the corner silently watched what was happening in front of him. The dragon from the Underworld hovered in the "sky" of the Underground Ant City, and finally landed in front of Maria—just like in the prophecy. The couple still reunited in the vast sea of people, and yet… they ended up in a tragedy.

When the newly born Destroyer asked this sentence, the Prophet imagined many possibilities. For example, Maria would answer him with a smile. For example, Maria would be overwhelmed and burst into tears. But he never thought...

The pa sound was crisp, and the Holy Nun who had slapped the Destroyer in public raised her chin. Her eyes filled with tears, but she tried to squeeze out a smile. She gnashed her teeth and asked word by word: "Now do you remember who I am?"

The Destroyer gawked at her, clutching the left side of his face that stung from the slap, and shook his head blankly.

"I seem to have been looking for you for a long time," he said.

Maria looked at him stupefied. Even if she shut her mouth hard, love still flowed out of her eyes. Whether it was the excitement of reunion after a long separation, the shock of seeing one's lover become a Devil, or the pain of being aware of some kind of hinted-at fate, it couldn't compare with the inner agitation at this moment.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!!”

The Destroyer was still in a daze, and the demons who were eager to protect their Lord had rushed up after a short jam, showing strong hostility towards Maria who exuded the aura of faith.

"The Holy See’s dog," snapped the Witch of Desperation, who wore a black robe with a bat hanging upside down from her sleeve.

The Witch of Nightmares was even more fierce, her eyes filled with killing intent that was aimed at Maria.

"Go away!" When the Devil King of Destruction waved his hand, the raging crowd of demons turned and fled. He turned around and said carefully to Maria, "...Let me take you somewhere."

With that, he showed a happy smile: "Somewhere great."

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[Current memory progress: 2/3, remaining restart times: 0.]

It worked! Qi Leren was ecstatic; this strategy was correct. When he played as Maria, he even felt that he really felt Maria's emotions in this memory. At least in the moment when Maria had finally shed tears, it wasn’t acting, but as if… Maria's will remaining in the Will of the World was recreating this past.

Before Qi Leren could think clearly, his body was taken into the sky by the Devil in the form of a magic dragon, passing through the huge underground space of the Underground Ant City, passing through Purgatory, and reaching the gap between the two worlds.

It is a huge abyss, even if he looked down from the sky, the cliffs below him looked unimaginably large, and under the cliffs was a bottomless dark abyss from which the demon army continuously gushed out. They climbed the cliffs and gathered outside the gap between the two worlds.

This scene made Qi Leren inexplicably anxious. Even though he knew that this was only a memory that happened in the past, he still couldn't help feeling anxious when he saw that the world was about to fall into war.

Under the guidance of the dragon, he quickly fell towards the abyss, passing through the gate that separated the Underworld and the human world.

The whole Underworld was immersed in bloody sunlight. Under the crimson sky, the mountains and rivers were black, but the rivers flowed with hot lava, as if the world was a newly born planet with constant volcanic eruptions. There was a strong sulphur smell in the air, and it was extremely hot.

The magic dragon flew all the way. In the Underworld, it seemed to have the ability to jump through space, because in the blink of an eye, it had passed through several cities surrounded by black rock walls and finally landed at a huge black palace.

This palace building was extremely tall, and at this time, Qi Leren learned what the real "underworld style" was like. The single-storey height of this palace was over 50 meters tall, full of a majestic atmosphere different from the human world, but its hue and shape were very cold and evil.

The magic dragon flew into the palace at a dash. Several lava rivers reached into the palace, which surrounded the central island in the middle of the lake. The island was filled with gold coins and treasures that made one unable to close their eyes, and there was a golden throne more than two meters high in the center, which was extremely luxurious.

The dragon put the Holy Nun on its treasure, plunged into the gold coin heap and rummaged in it for a while, then suddenly changed back to human form, climbed up from the gold coin heap while out of breath, and ran excitedly to Maria with his arms spread.

A huge diamond ring stung Maria's eyes. Or perhaps it was the unconscious love in a man's scarlet eyes that stung her.

The Destroyer shoved the ring into her hand: "For you!"

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