Anemoia (Over the Garden Wall x reader)

The end....

Happy Ending

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I trudged forward. Snow had been burning my nose off for hours now, and we hadn't even found civilization, much less Greg. Was our quest as useless as finding a needle in a haystack? One boy in a giant wood...I wished we were back and Erin and Eli's, locating Greg would be so much easier with her witchy powers. But I left the birches long ago, and had no clue how to get back.

Wirt and I hadn't really spoken since I promised we'd find his brother, as neither of us could muster the energy to do anything but continue onward. But we held hands to remind ourselves that we weren't alone. At least we had each other on this wretched, perilous journey. (Speaking of Wirt, hanging around him is starting to make me think in fancy words. Ugh.)

"AhhHH!" Wirt suddenly screamed, jumping back.

"AHH!" Something I can't quite see screamed back. A tiny silhouette flew towards us, about to crash into Wirt!

"Beatrice!" I grinned, scooping up the little bird.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), Wirt, I'm so glad I found you guys!"

"Beatrice? Wha-What're you doing out here in the blizzard?" Wirt asked.

"I saw Greg!" she exclaimed.

"What?!"

"Where?!" Wirt and I stumbled over each other's responses excitedly.

"I saw Greg. He was w-with someone. This way!" She began to fly, but paused. "Or wait. Um..."

"Beatrice, you should go home." Wirt murmured.

"I can't -- not yet. Not until Greg is safe." She answered.

"Okay." Wirt nodded.

"Guys, we should hurry." I frowned. The sun was sinking far too fast...

"I- I think it was that way." Beatrice decided, flying over to perch on my shoulder.

"Thank you, Beatrice."

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"Greg? Greg!" Wirt yelled, surging ahead of the group. I chased after him, trying to see what sparked his interest.

"(Y/N), Beatrice!" He said between pants. "L-look." He pointed to the ground. " A light."

A lit lantern sat there on the ground. I looked a bit closer. Huh. Come to think of it, that lantern is my symbol on the Bill Cipher prophecy.

"A lantern. I-it looks like the woodsman's." He added, picking it up. Oh yeah, that too.

The light revealed a clearing full of fallen trees and black oil.

"Woah." I whispered. "What happened here?"

I froze as my eyes fell on a figure in the middle of the clearing. Wirt ran to it, gasping.

"Greg! Greg! Are you..." He panicked, eyes wide as he ran to his brother.

We found Greg.

I walked up to the little guy, frozen with horror.

"Wirt?" he whispered.

"Oh, Greg!" Wirt's voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

"Wirt, I did it. I beat the beast." Greg coughed. A few leaves fluttered out of his mouth.

"Aw, geez, the leaves are even growing inside of him." Beatrice said softly.

"No. I was just eating leaves." Greg paused. "I'm sorry, Wirt.