Lost in a New World {Discontinued Version} <Read Des for Rewrite info>

The Arrival {9}

Third  Person (Equal Focus)

The merry trio continued to walk. The leaves, painted beautiful colors by nature, crunched underneath
their feet. To,my was jumping on to them with the amount of vigor one would use when beating eggs in a recipe that calls for whipped eggs, but all you have are eggs that are rather thick and not willing to wip into shape.

Tubbo, on the other hand, was practically skipping. Since Tommy was taking longer, and for
a valid reason, those leaves must be destroyed, the other two had gone ahead. Wilbur had revealed that they would go to the market, and although the idea he proposed had been to get supplies, he was going to give them a day to remember.

Slowly, the untortted dirt turned into a musty area with a few foot prints. From there it went to gravel, and
finally a 'paved' path. The leaves where few and far between and dust would come up whenever the would step too firmly. Wilbur looked over to start speak, when he saw the two had started to wonder off. He grumbled and grabbed their arms.

"Oi! Where are we going? I think I know my way around a market," Tommy said after calming down a bit. He may or may
not have started to yell and thrash about when being grabbed and yelling about being 'too young and handsome to be kidnapped'.
Tubbo was rather calm and just confused humming and muttering about big cookies and how they had to get some.

"I'm taking you to an old friend. I can't be with you for a bit-"

"What do you mean you can't be with us for a bit? Your dumping us at a random market? We could get killed or kidnapped. I mean look at us. I'm big and cool and handsome and Tubbo is Tubbo," he said, making a bit of a scene. He headed a grande gesture to Tubbo.

"You are right, he is quite Tubbo like and you look easy to beat in a fight, but I have that covered," he said, walking to a nearby booth, still grabbing on to their arms . It was quite like a corgi hoarding a hoard of sheep, but in this case a hoard is two and the animals are teenagers and the corgi is intact a fish dude.

The nearby air smelled of crisp cinnamon and apples, as well as old cedar wood. The booth was simple,
old wood in a classic squar with a covering. There was a big barrel of something and various things around the table within glass.

"Wilbur!" A voice called out. A figure appeared behind the counter, having run over and jumped over the
booth walls. He was rather tall and slim. His eyes where a brownish color with flecks of gold. But the strangest thing was his hair .
Despite being pulled into a low ponytail, perhaps two inches long, it was off.
It was bright green

"Sam!" Wilbur said, with a bit of a grin. "Before you say it, I know it's been ages-"

"150 years, but who's counting?" Sam said with a smug smirk. "That's if you don't include letter, if you do it's only 20."
It was like 20 years was a normal thing. Like a week or something.

     "I know, I know. Let's skip the lecture, and get to the business. I want to spend time catching up, yet I have two little gremlins with me," he said, covering the mouth of Tommy before he could cut in. "Would you mind if they tagged along and maybe staying with them for like half an hour while I run an errand?"

Sam chuckled, "I can do you one better, please excuse me for a moment," he said. Wilbur nodded.

Sam straightened his back and cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. Wilbur couldn't quite understand what he said, but he recognized that it wasn't English, French, nor the language of the sea. A young lad came come, dragging his feet in the mud. He was rather short, taller than Tubbo, but smaller than everyone else.

"What do you want Dad?" He asked in a  grumpy tone, crossing his arms. "I was talking to this hot chick and she was super into me."

"Dad?" Wilbur practically shouted, eyebrows shooting up.

"As I said, you missed a lot," he said with a smug grin, "Anyways, where's your brother? I called both of you and I believe he has the day off from the coffee shop."

"He definably dose. We where walking around, doing cool stuff, but then we walked down Cake Road, and you know where I'm going. Long story short, he is making goo goo eyes as the black smith's appearance. That one with the red hair."

"The baker's son?" Sam asked.

"Yes that's the one! He's such a simp. I swear, anyways who are your friends?" He asked. "I like their costumes."
Wilbur cocked his head at that but didn't say a word.

"That's my old friend Wilbur and his two friend..? Are they friends?" Sam said. "Anyways, I need you to take them around while we catch up. Listen I'm trusting you to make sure they are out of trouble for an hour. Ok?" The younger started to make a face. "Quack, do not give me that face. No. You cannot do that to me, young man. "

While the two quietly argued quietly, Wilbur turned to the two. He reached into his pocket.
He brought out small sacks, small enough to hold in ones hand, but bigger than a ring box. Each weighed a few pounds, he handed one to each kid. "Listen this has 2 gold, 3 silver, and 5 copper, ok? This is just some allowance. You can buy whatever you want. Don't worry about serious things, we can do that when I come back. Go have fun," he said, patting them on the back.
(One Gold is around $10, one Silver is $5, and one Copper is $1, in USD)

The twos eyes widened. Tubbo nodded furiously. The three soon when off and where sent into the fray.

Sam looked to Wilbur with a grin, "Welcome back fish boy, you happened to come back upon the very week of the festival of the The Light, everyone is in costume, so no need to cover your scales. Did you know, or where you distracted?"

"Distracted," he said with a chuckle. "Anyways, we have a lot to talk about now don't we?"
Sam nodded. "Ok," he said calmly before quickly escalating, "When the heck did you get kids!"

"As I said I've been around. Around the world, that is. I've been out exploring. Did you know there are more continents? More than Europe, Africa, and Asia? In fact there are like two or three more. "

"But what dose that have to do with-" Wilbur started but was shushed.

"And in my travels in this new land, I may or may not have been a bit careless and became a myth to the point that they thought they need to sacrifice a kid to me. I couldn't just leave him out in the woods, now could I? So that's how I got Quackity, the one you met. The other was just some kid I found when exploring a burnt down village. That's Antfrost, or Ant, you'll probably see him later. " The two contained to chat as chaos ensued with the other three.