Reanimated.

chapter one;

“Goodnight, Wil.”

Philza shut the door. 

Wilbur waited a few seconds, then lit the candle next to him.

He was going to sneak out and do whatever stuff adventurers did. Of course, sneaking out meant secretly without being known. The sun was about to set, and he’d wait until it was dark enough. Meanwhile..

“I should probably get dressed.” He thought, opening his wardrobe. He pulled out a ruffly white blouse and a vest with golden lace embedded into it. Then just pulling out pants and a pair of brown heeled boots.

Dressed with his stuff, he peeked outside through a curtain, and saw the bright circular cheese shining, little stars twinkling across the sky. He’ll miss the view from up here, but oh well. He still has a bit of time to waste, so he pulled out a couple of books from the shelf. Flipping the book to see the cover of a black, it read “History of Manberg”. The other red one said “The Netherworld”.

Neither was somewhere he’d be going when he left, so he stuffed it in his bag. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a bright and clean white book labeled “The End”. The avian grabbed it and flipped open a page. 

This was the book he is deciding to read.

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“Shit.”

The young 9 y/o boy mumbled, sliding in an open barrel. He munched on his bread as quietly as possible. When he heard shouting and running pass by he held his breath, careful as to not let them hear him. It started to quiet down, so he lifted the top and peaked out. Seeing no sign of anybody, he slid out and sighed, slumping against the wall. The adrenaline slowly but surely drifting away. He took another bite and swallowed.

“Damn, they knew.”

He pouted. The raccoon hybrid came by a little shop to steal a little bit of food, but he got ambushed in the middle of it. Guess he was just well known that way. Suddenly, he heard footsteps that sounded like one person. The boy rushed beside the barrel and waited. 

Some boy with brown fluffy hair and a cloak sped walked past. The cloak looked very clean, and if you look close enough, you can see it is well stitched. A bright green emerald sat in the middle, holding the hood onto the cloak. Seeming wealthy, Tommy snuck behind, careful for the boy not to see but also for no guard to catch him. The man seemed to drop some quill, and bent down to grab it. Tommy slid open the cloak to grab something from his bag, but paused.

The symbol on the button of the satchel was the royal family’s crest. At that point the elf saw him and quickly snatched his cloak back.

“The fuck? You good?”

Tommy scowled and crossed his arm. The boy raised an eyebrow, staring at the other. He stared at the sandwich he had out, and held it out to the raccoon boy. 

“Did you want it? Could’ve just asked.”

He eyed it warily.

“Did ya poison it?”

Wilbur looked at him baffled. Why would he eat a sandwich he poisoned?

"Sure, why not."

He tossed the sandwich up at the boy and adjusted his glasses. Tommy jumped to grab it. The raccoon hybrid stares at the elf skeptically, then began munching on it. Wilbur bent down.

"What's your name?"

"..Tommy."

"Why are you out here, at like midnight."