"Adelaide, to Adelaide! Come on and join the Adeladie parade!" I wince as Greg adds more and more to his Adelaide song. It was cute at first- heck, I sang along, but as he continued it grew annoying. Wirt and Beatrice aren't humoring him, as they answer the statements in the song with 'No.' 'Ugh, no.' 'Absolutely not.'. Much to my disappointment, I caught myself agreeing with them.
"Let's go to Adelaide's house-" He ends the song abruptly. "I'm working on that last part, but that's the idea. So Beatrice, you sing the high part, (Y/N), sing the middle part, And Wirt can sing the really high part-"
"What? Seriou-" Wirt starts, slightly offended at Greg's comment.
"Oh. Wait." He pauses to tie his shoe.
Greg grins. "And-"
I cut him off. "No more singing. It's lovely, but I need a bit of quiet. PLEASE."
"And Wirt, keep moving." Adds Beatrice.
"But I-I have to...ugh. All right."
"But we have to do something fun." Greg groaned.
"You know, we really don't. We can just keep walking silently, you know? And- Ugh. Wirt, let's go! Come on!"
"Sorry, sorry." Wirt pants as he catches up.
It sounded like she was talking to a dog or something. I fidget with my cloak.
"Hey Grim (Y/N)! You like doing fun things, right?" Greg says hopefully.
"Uh, yes. But fun for me is.." I try to avoid meeting the kid's eyes.
"..fun for me is quiet. Not all the time, but it is right now."
"But that's boring!"
I shrug, feeling guilty for letting him down. But apparently Beatrice isn't finished.
"Greg, don't you want to be more like your brother?"
Wirt smiles proudly. I guess some self confidence will do him good-
"Always doing what you're told?" She finished.
Never mind.
"Huh?" Wirt says, taken aback.
"Just a pathetic pushover who relies on others to make all his decisions?"
"Beatrice.." I trail off as I realize defending Wirt would only prove her point.
"Hey! What?! I'm not a pushover!" He snapped.
Okay, maybe he's got it covered! Ni-
"Hold on, Wirt. Let me get to my point."
He scoffed but agreed. "Fine."
"See, Greg? No willpower whatsoever!"
He does not have it covered.
Wirt glares ahead, pouting as Beatrice continues to lecture Greg. I hang behind with him- Greg's got a ton of willpower, I doubt Beatrice's harsh words will do anything.
"Beatrice would make a rubbish motivational speaker, apparently." I say.
Wirt scoffed. "Ugh. I'll show her..."
"Um...are you planning something I should worry about?"
"No, I just want to prove her wrong. Or maybe..." He gets a glint of something I don't quite recognize in his eyes, and smirks. (I had never seen him smirk before, the expression looked out of place on his usually anxious face)
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Anemoia (Over the Garden Wall x reader)
Fanfiction*Book 2 is out!* (Y/N) (L/N) is already pretty deep in the unknown. Her family just uprooted their life in Gravity Falls, Oregon to live in her mum's hometown of Nowere, Massachusetts. She fits in okay, but not even her new friends Sarah and Jason c...
