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Stampy was not a simple Raposa, all things considered. After being ambushed by Circi and rebuilt by the Hero, and after talking with Dr. Cure, he learned that he was technically not a Raposa any longer, but he was actually an amalgamation of a Raposa, a Creation, and Ink. He talked with Isaac and the two agreed that this new ability would come in handy for collecting inventory, and his new biology would make it easier for him to get into places he didn’t belong. As he was walking to work one day, he noticed Cindi and Mya standing outside the shop, talking with Isaac.
“Well, hello there ma’am,” Stampy said to Mya as he moved up the stairs.
“Hi Stampy! How are you?”
“I’m good,” he said as he squatted down to talk to Cindi. “Hey Cindi! You want me to do the thing?”
“Yeah! Do the thing!” Isaac stepped outside as Stampy put down his bag and began to run towards the wall of the shop. Mya and Isaac flinched as he collided with the building and flattened himself onto it. On the wall of the building, he resembled the form Circi forced him into, tail and all. He turned around to face Cindi and her family, pretending to act dizzy. The three of them laughed as Stampy fell out of the wall and onto the ground, quickly standing up to get his bag.
“Come on Cindi, let’s let Daddy and Mr. Stampy get to work,” Mya said, pushing Cindi towards their house. Isaac and Stampy waved goodbye as Cindi chased her mom back home.
“Alright Mr. Boss Man, what’s the plan for today?”
“Well, let’s see. You wanna man the counter or go on a supply run?”
“Do you really need me to tell you?” Stampy said, grabbing his scarf and goggles from behind the counter. “What all am I looking for?”
“Well, actually I don’t have anything in particular that we need. I overheard some commotion in the forest on my morning walk today. Apparently, something’s going on at the Wasteland. Something about lights getting brighter and the Baki acting up.”
“You want me to check it out?”
“Yep. See if you can get on the ship that’s leaving today. You have your bag and your clothes, so if you can pick up anything that looks valuable, bring it back and we can price it.” Stampy nodded and pulled down his goggles. He stepped out of Isaac’s shop, turned around, saluted to Isaac, and fell back into the grass. Hidden by the grass, Stampy ran from the shop all the way out to the docks, making sure to not reveal himself to anyone walking around. When he arrived at the docks, he slipped underneath them and overheard two conversations at once.
“I see ye brought along a new Creation Hero! And what be yer name, laddy?”
“It’s just nature scaredy-baki! Now shush, you don’t want them to notice us, do you?” Stampy listened into the conversations as he snuck from the dock to the underbelly of the Bane of Kings. He climbed up the boards and made his way to the Captain’s Quarters, hiding behind a map on the wall.
“So, do we know anything about what’s going on in the Wasteland?” Stampy silently listened to the plans of the Raposa, making a note that the Wasteland was still a few hours away. Kyren and Pouches revealed themselves to the group as Stampy decided to take a nap.
“I’ll just wake myself up when we land on the island. It can’t be too hard to do something like that.” He closed his eyes, settled into the back of the map, and drifted off the sleep with the sound of the waves.
6 hours later
“I knew ye were up to no good! We left yeh alone for a good thirty minutes, and not only do we see the two of you flyin’ around the island on our way back, you go and kill Drew while yer at it!” Stampy bolted awake to hear Pirate Beard yelling at someone on the island.
“Shit, I gotta get to the island!” Stampy yelled as he popped out from behind the map, running towards the gang plank and diving into the island. “Shit, shit, shit, I missed the whole thing!” He stumbled towards the group of Raposa, tripping over his own feet and landing face first on a large, grey machine.
“Well, you might have a bit longer than you think mom. I love you, and if I can make time, I’ll see you again soon.” Stampy ran across the side of the machine until he slipped inside the door. A tall, grey Raposa opened the hatch and stepped inside, allowing Stampy to watch them input a set of coordinates into a panel on the side. As they were about to press a red button, Stampy pulled himself off the wall, bumping into the map on the side, and forcing the Raposa’s hand onto the red button. The machine was engulfed in a bright blue light and the two Raposa were hurtled through time.
Kamalah’s Lab, 2042
The machine flickered into existence in the middle of a lab and the door flung open. Stampy was thrown onto the floor by the other Raposa, who began to interrogate him.
“Who are you and how did you get in here?” she yelled as she towered above him.
“I’m Stampy, please don’t hurt me!” The grey Raposa watched as Stampy cowered in fear before melting into the floor. She drew her pen and pulled him back out of the floor, forcefully returning him to his Raposa form. He opened his eyes and looked at his hands. Looking up at the pen, Stampy pushed himself back onto the wall and began to tear up. “Please just let me go home!” The Raposa put her pen away and slowly walked up to Stampy, extending her hand.
“Sorry, Stampy. I’m not used to people I don’t know suddenly appearing like that. My name’s Milfre.” Stampy cleared his eyes and reached out to grab Milfre’s hand. “Now hey, let’s get you back to your time so you can go home.” Stampy began to look around the room as Milfre pulled him up. As he stood up, he bumped into Milfre’s chest, recoiling slightly and rubbing his head.
“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to I swear.” Milfre laughed as Stampy began to blush.
“Hey, it’s ok! Between you and me, it’s actually kinda nice to feel someone else.” The two Raposa stood in silence for a second before laughing.
“Hey, before we go back, maybe you can help me with this supply run.” Stampy began to explain his job to Milfre, and the two walked back to the time machine. “So, if we went back to the Wasteland, then we could stop in Jangala or something, and then go to Watersong for lunch or something?”
“Is it lunchtime? Travelling through time kinda messes with your internal clock, so I genuinely don’t know.” The two of them laughed again as Milfre closed the door to the time machine.
“Well, it’s lunchtime for me, so I am getting a bit hungry.”
“How about this then,” Milfre said, settling in the machine and pushing Stampy behind her. “I have someone to meet up with real quick, but once I’m done there, we can go get something to eat. To be honest, I’m pretty hungry too!”
“That sounds good to me. I’ll just wait in here for you.”
“I like it.” Milfre closed the door to the machine as Stampy flattened himself onto a wall, both of them getting ready for the ride through time. She input the coordinates to Deadwood and the two of them began to travel the stream of time. When the machine stopped, Milfre and Stampy found themselves in a pitch-black area. “You stay here. I’ll be right back.”
“Will do!” As Milfre closed the door behind her, Stampy closed his eyes and began to take another nap. As he drifted off to the land of dreams, he barely made out the voice of someone he didn’t recognize.
“Do you know how potent the color of a creation can be?”