#and we're ignoring that their stars look like freckles okay

[moons-among-distant-stars]

have my little doodle of loop being totally normal about siffrin getting a happy ending that was supposed to be for them

[writing-with-yours-truly]

Javier (Twisters) x Reader Songfic: "Am I okay?"

This isn't my original idea, but I saw someone doing this with Tyler, so I thought I'd do it with Javi!

Featuring: Swearing, alcohol, close to a heart attack possibly

Not featuring: Angst, smut, or fighting. OR Y/N use!!!

------------

------------

You were in your Sophomore year of college, trying to major in business. The spring semester just started a few weeks ago and you already felt stressed. So, you decided that you were going to go to a close-by bar with your friend Addy, who was majoring in meteorology. She was a part of this big project that needed a big grant to help it once it took off.

Once you decided what you were going to wear, you headed out with Addy to make one hell of a night for yourself.

The two of you were sat at the bar, drinking lightly, when the door opened, and the room got louder. You turned around. Oh, my God. He looked like a dream. Freckles dancing on his face like stars. Beautiful eyes, and beautifully long curls. Your heart started to race so fast you thought you were having a heart attack.

Addy glanced at you, confused at your reaction. She then turned to see who you were staring down.

"Oh," Addy spoke up. "That's Javi. I storm chase with him when we go out in the spring. We're apart of that group I was telling you about."

"You chase with him?" You asked, fanning yourself. "He's such a dream, Addy. Oh, my God. Am I okay?" You were mostly talking to yourself at this point.

But then, something extraordinary happened. Javi looked over in your direction. At you. Your entire body froze up in shock. All you could muster is a wave. Javi smiled, and waved back, before returning to his conversation with one of the people who came with him.

You tried to ignore the surge of red in your cheeks and continued drinking with Addy. Sooner than later, Javi walked over to you and Addy as you two were finishing off a non-alcoholic beverage.

"Addy, you didn't tell me you had friends!" Javi said jokingly, nudging her shoulder as he stared you down. "Do you expect me to not talk to people outside of our circle?" Addy glared at him. "This is a friend I met in one of my outside activities. She's nice."

"I'm Javier by the way," Javi introduced himself, extending his arm for a handshake behind Addy's back. You extend your hand as well, the handshake lingering longer than it should have which caused your heart to jump from 90 beats to 100 beats. "Nice to meet you. As Addy said, I'm one of her friends. We met at a coffee shop."

"Well, a friend of Addy's is a friend of mine." Javi smiled at you. There was about ten seconds of this-- you and Javi staring at each other with grins on your faces, until Addy spoke up. "Well, the two of us better get going, we had plans tonight."

"Alright, Miss "I work on a schedule!". I'll see you Monday, alright?" He maneuvers around Addy and behind you, both perched in your seats still, before making his way to his friends, now sitting at the bar. He turned around to look at you. "And it was nice meeting you by the way."

You two left the bar and you looked shit-faced but still had that stupid smile etched on your face. You spent the night at Addy's dorm, raving about Javi.

"Girl, chill. I'm sure you'll see him again," Addy said, finishing the braid she did in your hair. "Hey, what's that in your pocket?" She asked, pulling out a yellow sticky note. She read it after setting your hair down. She grinned from ear to ear and handed it to you.

It read:

Hey, I never found your name out. Maybe you could text me your name sometime and we can go out to eat? -I'm not really good at this am I?- -- Javier Rivera

He's really going to give you a heart attack, isn't he?

[green-alien-turdz]

i want you to go over each and every small character detail you add and explain i love your mind and your art dude no homo

Okay, here we go

STAN: Peace sign pin on his hat n sometimes wears preachy shirts about environmentalism bcuz he's an ecofag. He has faint old scars on his arms n thighs cuz he used to cut. He's often covered in bruises bcuz the CD shows are tightly packed n he will inevitably get hit at least once.

KENNY: Covered in shit load of scars bcuz dead as hell. He's missin a visible top tooth bcuz it got cracked as shit n asked the gang to pull it out for him, which they very poorly did. While he doesn't care about havin nice clothes, he likes comedy shirts bcuz he'll lose his mind if he can't make someone at least chuckle.

CARTMAN: Stretch marks bcuz he a big bitch. His hair is the exact same bcuz he got so used to it as a kid n now has anxiety about changin it (he will never admit this). He also likes wearin funny shirts bcuz Kenny got him goin on that. Bro also wears tight or more showin clothin when he feels cuz he couldn't give less of a shit about how other view his body.

KYLE: Mouth scars from Human Centipad (he just kinda ignores the scars now. He couldn't come to terms with them, so he just numbed himself to them), sh scars bcuz that bitch ain't well. Jewfro in full bloom as he just doesn't care n he REALLY needs to take better care of it bcuz it's so matted. CD shirt 95% of the time bcuz it's like his #1 comfort item.

MARJORINE (or Butters if we're goin by show name): She keeps her hair at that very specific length bcuz it's long enough to where she feels more feminine, but short enough to where her parents don't suspect anything (but gettin allowed to grow it that long took a lot of convincing). He eye left eye is scarred n not able to move much due to the throwin star incident (she is blind in that eye). She does have old sh scars from middle school when she had to come to terms with bein trans n she was extremely confused n conflicted about all of it. She likes wearin skirts bcuz it makes her feel more feminine, but has to get dressed once out in public, so it's somethin she can quickly get on and off if need be.

IKE: Long hair/mullet adjacent bcuz he is just likin the look right now n after Sheila made him keep his hair short for majority of his childhood, he's just kinda feelin out different things. I gave him freckles bcuz in Cartman Get's an Anal Probe, Kyle calls him a 'freckly kid'. Bro got them glasses bcuz he grew up on the computer. His front tooth is cracked n brown bcuz he n Kyle were wrestlin n Ike hit a table. And while it's not completely uncommon for people to start growin facial hair in middle school, Ike started to bcuz Canadians hit puberty earlier.

KAREN: She has a birth mark on the left side of her face (did this in placement for the weird maybe dirt stain she has in the show). Her hair is long n all over the place bcuz she doesn't really brush her hair (you can blame Kenny for the influence) n she cuts it herself but is not too great at layering. Growin up impoverished n around the ideologies that Stan n CD always talks about made her rather angry in the sphere of politics n human rights, so she is very vocal about her opinions of the shit she sees (which is why she always writes shit on her clothes). She can also sometimes be seen wearin a rasta coloured beanie, which was Kevin's before he died.

CRAIG: Usually wearin his work hoodie (Fagoccini's Pizzaria) bcuz mf doesn't care to put in effort outside of that seein as he works so much. Bro wears a similar hat to the one he did as a kid bcuz it brought him a lot of comfort, n now that his hairline is recedin n he's baldin a lil bit at 18, he wears it bcuz he's a lil insecure. He doesn't give a shit that his teeth a crooked n gapped cuz it doesn't effect shit, but he does have a bit of an underbite that pisses him off bcuz he swears up n down that's what makes his voice sound so nasally.

TWEEK: Hair all fuckin wild bcuz he cuts it himself, n loses patience quickly n starts choppin. He also has white streaks in his hair which started appearing after his parents got arrested n durin his very long detox (from the stress of the info and on his body cuz of the dependency). He's got scratches all over his face n body from stress scratchin, meltdowns, n a few mishaps here n there. Bro also got sh scars bcuz bro got a lotta shit that went down n his brain chemistry is FUCKED.

WENDY: She cuts her hair short bcuz she wants to have a more androgynous appearance, but is still very confident with bein feminine n shit like that. When she started to become more human rights n social justice oriented, she started to get into boxing (as well as wrestling in school). She thought it would be a good to know how to fight if it came down to it. Plus she could already kick ass before, n she just thought it would be best to hone that ability.

BEBE: Started changin quite a bit after she had a whole moment of thinkin that she would turn out exactly like her mom (she has nothin wrong with her, just doesn't want that life). While she's still into things like cheer, she also started lookin into things that weren't what she was used to. She ended up findin Pink Flamingos, n became obsessed with Divine ever since. She dyes her cuz she feels better with it. n while she still does her makeup conventionally, she likes doin a more dark colour palet.

CLYDE: He's just Clyde. Dude's appearance didn't change that much bcuz he didn't change much. Some mfs just kinda be like that.

TOLKEIN: His mom suggested he try different hairstyles to be more connected with his culture bcuz he was havin a moment where he felt a lil blah bein the only Black dude his age in the area. He doesn't do upkeep as much as he should though, so things are a lil messy, but he doesn't see a problem as workin on the farm makes everythin messy so much faster anyway.

JIMMY: Bro just dresses casually. He doesn't really care about clothes or shit bcuz he can get people's attention with his comedy. Ladies man as fuck

HENRIETTA: Always has the best outfits bcuz she got into sewin so that she could start makin shit that she specifically wanted. She has a few tattoos- some are stick n pokes she did with her friends, others her mom signed off on when she was still under 18. She tries to ward people off with her makeup, which works rather well in South Park. She has both old sh scars from her emo moment (where she was just doin it cuz that's what she was told emo's did), n ones from later on where she was just feelin super empty n couldn't find a way to romanticize it like done previously.

FIRKLE: He's still in middle school so he doesn't go AS out there with his fashion bcuz he doesn't have the in-school support of his friends anymore. But still does dramatic makeup which he gets in trouble for all the time.

MICHAEL: Simple clothes that he's comfortable in, but not so simple that he feels like he's conforming. Pierced his ears up n down bcuz he was told he couldn't. Pierced his own eyebrow 3 different times bcuz it keeps growin out. Knee brace due to arthritis, unfortunately. A shit load of sh scars bcuz he always tries to act so stoic n unbothered around everyone else, that it led to him breaking down all the time in private bcuz he wasn't allowin himself to feel things.

/\ They have a matchin stick n poke 'nevermore' tattoo bcuz they thought it'd be pretty dope n they wanted to connect themselves with eachother via blood usin the same needle (don't do that, it's not great to get other people's blood in ya) \/

PETE: Dude's mom is extremely supportive of him bein goth, so much so that she was the one dyin his hair as a kid bcuz he asked. He has a very specific style that he likes n sometimes he goes through his grandpa's old shit to find stuff to wear (usually altering it to be more dark in appearance).

(There are others I have designs for, but bcuz I haven't posted them much, imma just stop here.)

Enjoy this fuckin novel, bro. Thank you. And I'm sorry, but I'm a full homo kind of guy

[insertsickusername13]

WROTE THIS IN LIKE AN HOUR IGNORING A BIG ASSIGNMENT I HAVE DUE TONIGHT SO GTG BUT HERE IT IS, THIS FIC WAS THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT FOR I CAN'T MISS YOU (the fic i wrote that we do NOT speak of that was embarrassing) THAT GOT LOST ALONG THE WAY I DID NOT REREAD IT SO IF THERE'S GRAMMAR MISTAKES SORRY

word count: 2036

Rich heard from friends that Jake had spent almost every waking moment in the hospital while Rich had been in his coma. According to them, Jake had been worried sick. He talked about Rich constantly, asked about him repeatedly, paid hospital bills, and brought flowers and gifts every other day. 

They also tried to tell him that Jake being incessantly clingy ever since Rich had woken was natural, that it was kind.

Rich was pretty sure it was a trick. There was no way Jake, who had everything and lost everything, could forgive Rich in a heartbeat. Rich knew Jake was perfect from day one, admired every inch of him before Jake even knew Rich's name, but this was too far. This was unnatural, the self-destructive part of Jake taking over rather than an angelic act of kindness. 

"It's okay," Rich said for the umpteenth, "If you need time or space, or—"

"Rich," Jake said, smiling down at him, "I promise. I forgive you."

Rich studied him, searching his face for the lies in his words. He was just the same as Rich had left him: soft lips that formed soft smiles, light freckles like stardust from the heavens, a thin line between his eyebrows from all the times he scowled down at his homework, frustrated that he couldn't be perfect first try.

"Are you s—"

Jake grabbed Rich's unbandaged hand and squeezed gently. The touch had Rich seeing stars. 

"Yes. A hundred percent. More than that. A thousand. A million. Whatever it takes to convince you."

Rich looked down at their hands, his cheeks matching his faded-out streak.

"So," Jake said slowly, as if he was explaining something to a toddler, "I really, really do want you to move in with me, okay?"

He squeezed Rich’s hand again, and when he pulled back there was a key pressed into Rich's palm, cold and metal and real. 

Rich couldn't talk. He nodded rapidly like a lovestruck girl who'd just been proposed to and cried into Jake's varsity jacket when he got to see their apartment for the first time. 

It was too easy.

Setting up Rich's new room was too easy. Making dinner together was too easy. They'd gone from friends to nothing to roommates as if nothing had ever happened—there should have been some difficulty. Some adapting. But when Jake hugged Rich from behind, using Rich as a makeshift cane while his real one leaned against the kitchen island and whispered, "You're the best thing to ever happen to me," Rich was suddenly forced to forget that life could ever be too easy.

Friends to lovers was the same as friends to roommates. Rich confessed to Jake on the couch and Jake dragged them to the shower, turned on the water, and kissed him amidst the steam. 

"What the fuck?" Rich said, smiling so hard the conviction in his words was lost to sugar-like giddiness. 

"I'm not giving you some lame-ass first kiss. Hence: kiss in the rain."

"We're in a shower."

"You're a buzzkill."

"You're an idiot."

"You're a dick."

"Suck my dick."

Jake gave him an ingenuous smile and, like an overeager virgin, promptly stuck his hand in Rich's pants.

Rich didn't think about anything being too easy as Jake took him to dinner a week later, or pecked him on the cheek while walking down the school hallways, or left bruises on his neck in the quieter parts of the library. He only reveled in the feeling of being loved, of having everything he'd never dreamed of without voices screaming in his head and electricity shooting up his spine.

Jake was safety. Being wrapped in his arms was like having everything else erased and blurred into unimportant lines of text, a book Rich no longer had to participate in. He wasn't a determined main character, a traumatized side character, or a comic-relief love interest. He was only Jake's, and everything was perfect that way.

Until some terrifying climax started hovering on the horizon and Rich lost the privilege of living in just the rising action. 

Jake held on too tight. Stayed up too late. Talked too long. He filled every moment of silence with desultory rambling, never giving Rich the chance to ask are you okay?

The terror of losing Jake lived in every molecule of air Rich breathed. There was no SQUIP in his mind to tell him when he was messing up anymore. Every word Rich said could have only been making it worse and he'd have no idea.

He stayed up late overthinking every interaction with Jake, searching for the exact moment he'd fucked up. It must've been something terrible. Earth-shattering. If Jake could forgive him for Halloween but not this, it must've been something so purely unholy even the devil wouldn't know what to say at the sight of it.

Rich stared at the wall in front of him, sorting through memory after memory clumsily; messily; desperately.

"Are you awake?" Jake whispered, voice thick with unshed tears. The noise was sudden and jarring. But, as Rich was learning, if he spoke he might only make it worse. If he gave any indication that he was awake then Jake might force them to talk until everything they'd mended shattered.

Rich stayed perfectly still. He kept his breathing level. He just wanted one more night of Jake holding him, his nose pressed against Rich's spine as he got as close as he could. One more night.

"I miss you," Jake continued. The way he said it, like the moon and stars above were telling him not to, made the words sound thick with shame despite the seemingly innocent, even benign, implications behind them. "I miss you so fucking much and I—I... I'm so sorry."

He burrowed his face into Rich's shirt to muffle a quiet sob. Rich felt Jake's words like acid in his mouth.

"It's not fair. It's not, it's not." Jake pulled back just long enough to gasp in a breath of air before pressing his face against Rich again. His hands were shaking and clutching Rich's torso hard enough to leave bruises.

"I love you. I love you so fucking much it's going to kill me, and—and it's you, I swear it's you, I love you."

Chloe. Christine. Madeline. Penelope. Jackie. Helen. 

Rich trusted Jake with his soul, but the guilt in his voice and stature had the name of every girl Jake had slept with bobbing to the surface. Kayley. Aurora. Nina.

"But—" Rich's heart stopped. “—but...before. The squip. He—fuck."

Jake wrenched himself away, ripping his arms from around Rich to wrap them around himself protectively.

"Fuck. I feel so fucking naive. It was manipulation. I know that."

His words were getting louder, edging on yelling now that Rich wasn't there to muffle the sound. Still, Rich kept his breathing steady. He was asleep. He wasn't hearing this... this... what? Confession? Break-up speech? He was going to puke if he thought about what this could all be leading up to for a second longer.

"And…and he wasn't real. And it was just a robot catering to my every need and want, but fuck, he was my best friend. And you're so different now, and I love you for it. I love you like this. I can't do this, because I've got you right here, I do, I love you, but I lost my best fucking friend, and everyone's acting like I'm supposed to be fine with it and I just—I can't—"

Oh. Jake missed squipped Rich.

Rich's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Jake was behind him, sitting upright with his hands tangled in his hair. Rich could hear his breathing, echoey and raw, heaved in and out with the desperation of a madman. 

"Fuck. Fuck. You should've just killed me. You should've locked me in my bedroom and watched me die. Put me out of my fucking misery instead of letting fate torture me like this."

Rich had to put a hand over his mouth to stop a sob from escaping. Jake was too lost in his rant to notice, leaning back against the wall with his head tilted back to glare at the ceiling. 

Rich could feel the remnants of the SQUIP scraping at the back of his skull, begging to be let out with a new, desperate fervor that Rich was sure he was feeding into. At that moment, with his eyes squeezed shut and his hand over his mouth to hide his crying, he wanted it back in his mind, if only to erase this night from his memory. If only to make Jake happy. 

"I love you," Jake whispered. He sounded empty now, his anger placated by the catharsis of confessing to the dark. "I love you so fucking much and I can feel myself pushing you away and I can feel you letting me and for the love of all things good and holy, you have to stop me before I ruin the best thing to ever happen to me just because I'm a fucking coward who can't move on from some robot."

Rich didn't want to stop him. Rich agreed. He missed who he was. He missed the easy confidence, the straight-As. The sauntering down the hallways and having everyone bend to his will just because they liked him. He understood what Jake missed. He missed it too.

"Please, please. I can't do this anymore. I can't miss you like I do when you're right in front of me—"

"We both miss him,” Rich whispered, “It's okay."

For a moment, Rich was convinced Jake had ceased to exist. That he'd simply evaporated. He didn't speak, didn't move, didn't breathe. It sounded like his heart had stopped in his chest. 

But then, slowly, his voice trembling, Jake choked out, "...Rich?"

Rich rolled over, unashamed of the tears on his cheeks.

"Yeah?" he replied, sounding casual compared to the destruction tearing through every neuron inside him.

"How long have you…?"

He didn't even need to finish his question to know the answer. He stared down at Rich through the darkness, eyes glistening with tears that matched Rich's. 

"I'm sorry," he breathed, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just rambling, I swear, I didn't... I didn't..."

Rich shook his head. The lump in his throat hurt too much to talk, so he was forced to simply sit up and throw his arms around Jake's neck. Jake didn't hug him back, instead hovering helplessly, his hands up in the air like he was surrendering. 

"You love me?" Rich rasped. 

"With all my heart. I swear, I swear it, okay? I hate myself for—"

Rich shook his head against Jake's neck. "No, no, it's okay. You love me, but he was different. Fuck, he was so easy. He could just...he was so much better than me."

As if he'd never not been hugging Rich, Jake's palms were suddenly pressed against Rich's shoulder blades, warm and safe.

"That's not true," he said, "I only fell in love with you."

"But he made everything so simple. I miss it so much, Jake. He could just talk and everyone was happy and teachers loved him and his grades were perfect and he always knew what to say to make you feel better."

Jake nodded at that, still holding onto Rich like the floor was disappearing underneath them and opening up into the empty void of space. 

"He was never scared," Jake offered quietly.

"He was confident."

"Suave."

"Always knew how to charm a girl."

"He could actually act, unlike some people."

Rich let out a small, watery laugh, and whispered, "He could actually beat you at chess."

Jake hummed and pressed a soft kiss against Rich's hair. 

"Yeah, he could. But do you wanna know a secret?"

"What?"

Jake lifted Rich's head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. He looked exhausted, red-eyed, and scared. There were tear stains on his cheeks and that determined line between his eyebrows. He ran a finger over Rich's cheekbone and smiled.

"I may miss him a little, but I always liked him better when he was drunk."

[mimssides]

To his dismay, Janus had been unable to lose Roman. The prince had followed them into Imagination, insisting that he was perfectly fit to help them within their quest to retrieve Logan from the Imagination.

"So, you're telling me," Roman said after Remus blurting everything out that he had just told Janus, "that you thought it would be fine to leave Logan, the side also known as Curiosity who has and will lick any substance he doesn't recognize to figure out what it is, unsupervised in your castle, where you brew all of your weird, dangerous concoctions? Is that what you're telling me?"

"Uh, when you say it like this it sounds kinda stupid," Remus pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.

Roman let out a desperate sigh and sped up to walk next to Janus.

"Okay, so, we're gonna start at Remus's castle and pray that Lo hasn't gotten outside to be eaten by the herd of feral peacockraptors, right?" Roman said to Janus.

Angrily Janus whirled around and hissed at Remus: "We talked about freeing the peacockraptors! Those things are far too dangerous to be roaming around freely!"

"It's fine! They do a great job at keeping the killerwasprat infestation in check!"

"Killerwasprats?!" Janus shrieked and the two broke into a shouting match about the creatures Remus let run around in the Imagination.

Roman ignored them and immediately went to the guard by the castle gate and asked them if they had seen Logan walking through.

"Negative, your Highness," the guard said.

Roman nodded and dismissed him back to his post. In his mind, he started to map out the castle, thinking about each possible position Logan could have gone to. But with Remus and Janus's fighting in the background it was hard to concentrate and he turned around to tell them to shut it as Janus suddenly shushed them both. Appalled both twins wanted to tell Janus off for his behaviour as they suddenly heard a faint noise.

"What was that?" Janus asked.

Remus pushed by his side, Roman following him immediately, and said: "I don't know but it comes from the lab downstairs."

The three hurried down the stone stairs, ears tuned to the weird noise they had heard. It got louder with each step and they realized that it was a voice. A high voice which was apparently giggling. And squeaking? No, that wasn't the voice that was something else. Something like-

"Killerwasprats in my castle without my knowledge?!" Remus snarled and bolet into the room to the most left.

Growling he threw the two doors open and immediately summoning his morning star. He swung it threatiningly in front of his chest angrily scanning the room for the culprit who had let the vermins inside his walls. His anger was raging, the worry for Logan growing rapidly, since those creatures had stung himself in the past without his permission. They were dangerous and could hurt the logical facet easily.

At least that was what Remus had feard until he saw who was sitting on his dissection table. A tiny boy, blondish hair like Thomas used to have a child, black rimmed glasses sitting skewed on his freckled nose, a far too big polo shirt and a black tie with blue and white stripes dangling from his shoulders, was staring back at him. He held a killerwasprat in his hand, apparently petting its tummy and scratching the spots between its wings and shoulderblades. It looked like the vermin was buzzing happily at the touches.

"Uh. Oh. Um, well," Remus mumbled and lowered his morning star as the little sides eyes filled up with tears.

"Remus what-!" Janus stomred after him but stopped the second he saw the boy as well.

Roman joined a second later and the kid sunk into himself and hid his little face into the dirty pelt of the killerwasp rat which was now hissing at the three older sides.

"Remus," Janus said once more with an emotionless tone, "what could have caused this? And you better have an answer for that or so the gods help you."

Remus just stared at the crying kid. This couldn't be true. This couldn't be happening. Without looking away he answered monotonly: "I was working on a serum to make things smaller. It was starting to work, I believed, but apparently it doesn't make things smaller but, uh, rejuvinices them? And I don't really know how to undo that?"

Janus cursed under his breath as Roman finally sprung into action and went to comfort the tiny Logan. Silently he shooed him and the killerwasprat, which was now apparently Logan's new friend.

The sniffling only subsided when Roman promised Logan that he wasn't in trouble and that they could go and have some Crofters, and yes, Professor Moriraty is allowed to come with them too. Logan climbed down from the table and the three grownup exchanged worried looks. They had no idea how to fix this.

***

I tag @lost-in-thought-20, @dante1138 @candied-peach (since I think this could be your cup of tea) and whoever feels like continung it^^

Crow's horrible challange:

Start writing a story using the prompt: "What do you mean you misplaced [them/him/her/etc.]" with any character you'd like and the tag 3 people who you want to continue it. You can give them their own prompts to include :D!

My very own prompt! I feel acknowledged 🤭

"What do you mean you misplaced Logan?!" Janus exclaimed, staring disbelievingly at Remus who shrunk a bit under his gaze.

"I wanted to show him my new castle so we went to the imagination. I took the lead and told him about my process, you know he likes to know the steps, but when I turned around he was gone! I went back the whole way calling for him but nothing!"

"So you're saying he's on your side all alone?!? How many monsters do you have roaming around out there?!"

"He should be fine! All my creations know he's not to be harmed, same as you!"

"What about injuries! Tripping hazards! Cliffs! Spikes! You have those everywhere!"

"Well, what do you want me to do?!"

"Find him obviously!"

"I tried!"

"Try harder!"

"What are you two yelling about??"

Continue if you want! @lost-in-thought-20 @mimssides @thecrowslullaby