Chapter Text
Not all stories have a happy ending. The air was still yet gentle, wind winding between the trees and the small blades of grass all around. Something runs by, followed by another. A playful T-Rox is chased by a skippy Bowgart. A Scups talks with the Thumpies. A delightful, catchy song is heard in the distance, a gentle hum, the kind of tune that'd give you an earworm. It was calm. Maybe even too calm. A Furcorn sits in the shade of a tree, its deep green fur softly drifting in the wind, reading a book. Something about the celestials, or something.
“Hah, aren't you gonna do anything other than read, dork?” Scoffed an epic Clamble.
“Shut the fuck up. At least I've read since I was fresh out of the egg.” Replied the Furcorn.
“Oh…u..uhm…uh…” It stammered.
“Go talk to a Hyehehe or something.” She replied blankly, looking back down at her book.
“They only can live on Earth and Mythical isles!!” It squealed in frustration.
“That's the point. Go away.” She hissed.
“You're a jerk… No wonder your boyfriend left you!!”
“For the last time, Krambit, I broke up with HIM because his brother is MENTAL. Besides, I like women now.”
“..Hmph!!”
Krambit left, leaving her alone. She stood up, deciding to head to Faerie Isle to visit her pal.
After arriving, she glanced around, before hearing someone call her name.
“Hey, Izma! Over here!”
She immediately recognized the voice.
“Wallow!! Hey, dude. Long time no see.”
“Yeah, same he-”
“AAUGH, YOU TWO ARE SO LOUUUUD!!!” Hissed Wallow's twin, Winniewow.
“..you literally just screamed at us, Winnie.” Izma replied, her tone flat and tired.
“...yyyeahh…”
The silence after was a bit awkward, none of them really knew what to say.
Suddenly, A Ffidyll ran up to them.
“Have ya heard the rumors?”
“For the last time, lucky, we don't care about the aliens. They aren't real.” Wallow spoke, clearly exhausted of the ffidyll's ramblings.
“Nono, there's something at mirror cold island!!”
“I doubt that.”
“Maybe we should go check it out. This whole place has been boring lately.” Izma chimed in.
“No, we are not-”
“FUCK YEAH LETS GO!!” Winniewow practically screamed, already dragging Wallow along with him.
“...fucking greaat…”