"ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ sɪᴅᴇ.."

- υикиσωи

             🥀.

BAM!

                    A giant spotlight pops out of the depressing black sky. The blinding bright surrounds a large portion of the gloomy forest. It so happens to be shining also on three unlucky boys cheated once each by death.

               Alarmed by the sudden heaven cracking open from above Wirt glances up quickly turning away from the light. He hides his lantern under his cloak, and freely runs his eyes with both his grey knuckles. A fierce breeze shoves into him almost making the poor boy fall. His eyes jog between colors, and shuffle through size like a mis-used telescope. A loud high pitched zizzling noise errupts beside him, cracking in his ear startling him. He takes a step to the side feeling a woozy sensation take over him. He shakes his head, what the hell? He curses underneath his faint breath, and opens his eyes to see that the light had dimmed drastically while he was adjusting to such bright. The wind howls in protest obviously pissed at being spooked, but becomes tamed easily by the lowering of light. Soon, Wirt's colorful rainbow irises become accustom to the new surroundings. His vision is now perfect.

               A few ferns stand out below to him boldly declaring their existence. Wirt nods believing them. Then it started up again. Ssssss~ The sizzling noise continues. Wirt lifted his gaze. He can now see it. The weeds waving goodbye in the ground fade into dust. A silver orange outlining scurries the area around him. Branches of trees fall, stubborn roots drift into nothing, trees fade into grey dust. The dust climbs higher and higher swirling and getting eaten by the light above. It was as if the entire area around Wirt was engulfed in some invisible flame, as if all The Unknown's creations were being eaten alive by an unseen wild fire.

                 Wirt reaches up trying to catch some dust with one hand while the other secretly held on to the hilt of his machete underneath his dark hood. His fingers wave through the air. The grey specs desolve at his touch. His eyes grow wide, and glow with curiosity. He brings his hand down close to his chest. He scans around worry tainting his pure pastel gaze. More trees around him start to fade. His whips his head around to see even more trees converging into dust.

                  This was bad, Wirt thought as he pulled his hand away from his chest, and in the safety of his beloved cloak.

                  Just then he hears a faint gasp beside him. Wirt stops, and turns to the floor where two piles of dust slowly drifted into the sky. Wirt didn't have a heart to swat the specs away so he waited until they made a clear entrance for Wirt to see.

                 A pair of limp bodies collapse in front of him. Wirt frowns. The bodies belong to the unlucky pair that the depressed gnome found. Okay so they weren't The Beast's mindslaves, but they were intruders and unwelcomed folk like anyone else that ventured in these parts of the forest in The Unknown. . . . it was their fault.

                  The crazed boy wearing a black and white waiter suit shivers, and slowly awakens. His tender eyelashes flutter exposing his radiant golden eyes. He claws down his hand againts the earth and shakes splattering dirt all around. He then groans then starts coughing a fit. The other boy with the glistening blue eyes starts to wake up as well. His body trembles while the calm wind settles. A golden crown rolls beside him wrapping off his touch. Wirt blinks, so that's what the weird boy was laughing about.

                   The blue-eyed boy's chest rises up then down matching his yellow eyed partner's state. They both squint sensing the bright light above, and completely open their eyes. They continue to cough and swallow as much air as possible.

                   "Stupid. . . .", the waiter kid mumbles between heavy wheezes. He then rapidly states, "Nobody likes you." Before quickly returning to his coughing fit.

                   The blue-eyed boy starts to bawl out in tears.

                   "Oh god." Wirt mumbles.

                   "You hear me Branches! . . . . Nobody likes you stupid bundle of twigs!" The waiter kid yells.

                   The kid's blood still remained in place. It's just a bit darker almost brown with a mix of deep crimson. His swearing scalp dropped water drops. The blue eyed boy had his injured hand close to his chest as he curled up like a crab in his shell. His hair also resembled the other boys. They even had matching nails dirty with dirt. They were alive.

                   The question then dawned on Wirt, why didn't he just spike them with a dozen Branches instead of suffocating them? He knew the real answer. That he couldn't bare to kill the innocent yet he had no problem with adults he did have a problem with smaller children and the elderly. Everyone else can go die. But these children looked around his age, so why couldn't he kill them? Well it doesn't matter now. A simple solution should do the trick. He'd stab them in the abdomen, a fatal shot.

                    Wirt snapped his fingers. Click! He observes the ground waiting for the gory scene to display. He watches as the waiter boy starts to pound his fist in the ground, and start to get up. The other boy still twitched around in the dirt bitting his lip hard. He waits a few more seconds before raising one eyebrow. Wirt then tried again this time visualizing thick roots shooting from the ground carrying large thin needles. He waits a few more seconds. The waiter boy is now on his feet bending over a bit, and holding his stomach. He still coughs. The blond boy rolls around in the dirt turning one side then the other towards the earth. Still nothing happens.

                   Wirt snaps his fingers twice. That's odd, my mind is clear. Thoughts taint branches that stray across his mind. The worst possible situations are put aside, maybe the branches were late? No. The command of nature whenever Wirt needed it always came to him immediately. The Beast told him that the first day he turned. Maybe they got stuck? Since when is there traffic underground. It's impossible nothing can stop the command of nature, the Beadt also confirmed that. If they were, which is rare, then it was extreme emotions who halted such attacks full of hatred. So then something prevented it? Most likely. Must be something powerful, Wirt notes.

                      His odd behavior attracts the golden eyed boy that limps with every step. It wasn't really a walk, more like he was digging his feet in the dirt and dragging them along. Despite his odd stance, he watches Wirt ponder numbly snapping his fingers again and again. He raises a brow.

                     Wirt then slips out his long sword, his machete, and digs it in the ground frustration covering like a thin sheet over his eyes, but not escaping his sockets. He then notices a pair of eyes washing over him. It's the boy. Wirt felt a pang in his mind, he had let his emotions walk over him again. He snatches up the thin weapon, and points it at the waiter boy in front. The boy flinches at the act. He waits along with Wirt for something to happen. Anything. It's fine ---no no, it's fine. Wirt lowers his guard noticing he's losing his patience. Chill for a second will you.

                      Suddenly, a humorous snicker burst from the waiter boy. Wirt's eyebrows arch downward, did I miss something?

                      "Hahahaha! What's up Branches!?" The boy flashes a bright bold cheshire grin. He drifts off to the side, but catches himself by curling back.

                      "Please explain why the tables have turned, and why I'm still bloody alive. It was quite cozy in there. Didn't know you liked to show affection that way~"

                      "If I did I would've showered you with so much affection that you'd become. . . . well how do we put it otherwise? Breathless?"

                      Wirt simply looks up at the flowing light collecting small rivers of ash. The waiter boy pouts, and instead turns his gaze to the blue eyed teen below him silently crying. How dare he provoke me, Wirt sighs.

                      "Another f***ing pacifist." The gnome mumbles.

                      "Aye you get up!" The waiter boy lightly kicks the other boy in the back trying to maintain his balance. The blond boy below him stays crying.

                      "Ha woah, don't mind if I do~!" The host's golden eyes twinkle once they land on the precious crown that sits next to the sobbing mess. He tip toes over, and snatches it jumping as he does. He giggles. The blonde peeks over his shoulder. His blue eyes go wide once they see his treasure in the hands of a delinquent. He leaps up,

                      "Get your dih-dih-disgusting bloody palms awa-away frh-frh-from my crown!" The blonde lunges at the smirking host who is at the brink of almost placing the crown opon his brunette head.

                      "Oh my my my~!", The host yanks the blond's head to the side pulling him next to him. The blonde takes the crown as he crashes beside the host. The brunette hops above him sitting on his chest. His hands clasp over the blond's trying to keep his grabby hands off, and getting the prize in his hand.

                     Chunk!

                     "Quit it.",Wirt orders squinting at the sky after hearing what sounded like a door opening. A small dot in the sky starts to gradually become big.

                     Soon a shadow starts to set over the trio. The host and blonde halt their bickering and turn their heads towards the sky.

                    "What is---!?"

                    BOOM! A chunk of earth spills its coffee colored dust into the sky next to the three. Wirt stays in his place lifting an arm up to block the dirt from tainting his multi-colored eyes. He waits for the brown dust to settle before he completely opens his eyes and lowers his guard. An enormous silver anchor, as if mistaken to be dropped by pirates, lays basking in the shimmering spot light above. Wirt drops his arm, and turns fully exposing himself to the presence of the mysterious object that fell from the sky. He inches closer, stepping carefully to get a closer look. Was he imagining things again?

                    A delighted giggle escapes next to him. Wirt snaps his head next to him to see the crazy waiter's body on the floor his face is digged in the ground. The boy's joyous muffled laughter rings again spreading the annoyed look on Wirt's face by the second. The child lazily looks up chuckling, "Well well well if it isn't Captain Hook~!"

                    Is he quoting a fairytale?, Wirt glances to his other side seeing the other boy hugging his chest with his crown in hand.

                   Boom! Another anchor rains from the sky penetrating the earth. A wave of brown cinnamon taints the sky. Wirt glares up to see more anchors hail down. Each one making the heavy sound of a beat dropping. He sweeps away from one aiming at him. Brown dust flies over and covers him. The low sound makes Wirt trip between his feet. He catches himself as another one lands in front of him spilling more dirt in the sky. Wirt digs in his coat, and taps the lantern hung on his belt. He slips his machete out, and points at the sky. A trio of triplets collide beside him. Wirt bounces back to avoid collision.

                 Wirt turns to the light colored object in the ground behind him. The blond child in his blue t-shirt pulls his feet to his chest. He tugs down his white furry hat down to keep him from looking around his destructive environment. He holds his crown for dear life amidst the chaos. Wirt turns to see another anchor crashing near him. He jumps out of the way leaving the sobbing boy. The grey anchor slams next to the child. The great force tosses dirt in the sky along with the kid. The blonde is sent flying feet over Wirt. He watches the blond slam on his injured hand as the descends back to earth. He yelps at the pounding pain. Tears slide endlessly down his pale cheeks, "Why won't you work!", He screeches.

                  What is wrong with him? Wirt leaps to the side again as another anchor slams behind him.

                 The blond boy stares up at the white heaven while he rubs the gold curve on his treasure. He strokes the ruby red jewels, and shouts, "I am I not worthy?!"

                "I AM A KING!" He tries to sit back up. His muscles push him to his needed position.

                A burst of high pitched laughter attracts Wirt's attention to the other side of the battlefield where the waiter boy is. He is twirling under the earth's rain as it comes down. A pair of anchors come down fully intending to slaughter the cackling child. The waiter boy simply takes a long graceful leap, and lands softly away from the area where he previously had stood. The brown cold substance scatters in the air. The boy jumps once again away while another anchor follows. He lands on his toes like a professional dancer, and squats down to brace his landing. His heels make a loud crack, and twist corrupting completely his balance. He quickly falls on his knees gracefully. To keep the act going he puts his head down as if finishing his performance then suddenly hops back up slightly leaning.

                  "I can be pretty too Branches! Unlike a lopsided tool bar like you I keep my faith to the crowd and create a marvelous show!", the demented waiter hollars.
   
                  Wirt ignores the host, and raises his head placing his hand up to sheild the soft light from his eyes. Black dots start to pop out. Silhouettes shaped to mimic mannequins fall from the sky attached to the chains on several anchors. Thousands slide following each other. Once they fully descend at a rapid speed the mannequins sprint into position and form a giant circle around the trio. In coming human shaped figures stand behind the front lines.

                 "Men?", Wirt takes a step back only to hear several clicks behind him.

                   He turns slightly craning his neck to reveal half his face. His eye hides a red hue over it as he stares at them.

                   Humans?

               That's correct. They were Men ; wearing grey tight fitted uniforms with neon green lining that were pointing glowing guns at him. Not only him. Wirt quickly steals a glance at the host, and pathetic kid. The waiter boy stands with an unbothered expression. His eyebrows reach up faking surprise while casually sets his arms behind his head. The sobbing blonde also stands slightly slumping in his stance. His blue pure eyes scan the area a bit too fast he might snap his neck. He clearly doesn't know what's going on.

                 Wirt turns back focusing on the men behind him. Each man wore a square shaped, green glass screen, sort of copying a monocle on every man's left eye. They occupied a strange sign on the left of their chest. It's an hourglass symbol, bright colored, and green coated just like the lining on the suits of every soldier.

                  Soldier.

                  Yes, the military uniforms stand out clearly depicting that they aren't normal. They reek of humanity, and a scent Wirt couldn't describe. They were definitely something out of this world, and Wirt wasn't pleased. He summons vines from underground.

                "Go away.", Wirt commands in a vicious tone

                  The men in front don't move, and neither does he. He waits, but after a few seconds his patience withers out. Why weren't the vines coming? Why are they taking so long, and again with the audacity to delay his call? Why wasn't anything happening? His mind is clear there should be no delays nor holds. So why are his plants not answering? The endless thoughts and possibilities of why this would occur give Wirt a headache. His plants would never disobey. The only reason for such hold was because something was preventing Wirt to have contact with his helpers. Yes that seems about right, Wirt concludes.

                   So if they won't come then I'll have to decapitate these humans myself, Wirt slips out his trusty machete, and points it at the men. The men don't flinch.

                  "Why so brave?", Wirt asks.

                  Men normally cower at this act. Wirt knows that no man would just simply be unfazed at this. His aura was The Beast himself. These men aren't from here.

                 Wirt rolls his eyes.

                  Then suddenly someone in the front line of defense pulls the trigger. A blinding neon light shoots from the crowd of soldiers and strikes Wirt square in the chest, "Gaah!"

                  Wirt's body shakes rapidly as his body is shocked with strong energy. It sucks out all his stamina. Lighting strands sprout from his body before they stop making him collapse in exhaustion face first into the ground. His machete lands next to him. Wirt's neck shivers as he lifts his head and looks at his blade. The restriction on his body makes his neck stiff. The reflection on the silver blade reveals a tall man that steps out of the ring of soldiers. The man's shadow shifts away from the blade.

                   Wirt's body glues to the ground. A hole of emptiness fills his swelling lungs and curling stomach. These symptoms made his vision blurry.

Knowledge locked.

Thoughts blocked.

Muscles torn.

Body shaken.

Vision mishaping.

Exhaustion.

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·°· =not a bullet point

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Edited: 12:05pm, on August 9th, 2019th