𓍊𓋼𓍊𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓𓍊𓋼𓍊

・・・𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖑𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊・・・

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the autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seemd fixed to a sliding walk, a small smile on her lips as she held the hand of the young boy beside her. as he listed off the worst names for his frog, who he held in his other arm. besides the young boy was his older brother, a pensive and stiff expression graced his features as he stared down at his young half-sibling.  the young boy resumed his froggy name list, as the trio of children continued their trek through the woods.

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"-artichoke, penguin, steve. but I think the very worst name for this frog is-" Greg was about to finish when "wait- wait a second"  Wirts hand reached out stoping both of the other children "uuuhh g-guys" Wirt drew out stuttering. as if he was just taking in their surroundings "wh-where are we?" he asked, "in the woods!" Greg replied cheerfully, as the young (h/c) girl beside him stared at Wirt in confusion "i-i mean what are we doing out here?" he emphasized " we're walking home" (y/n) replied, still holding onto Greg's small hand "a-arent we?" she asked. now unsure, her voice slightly cracking as she too gazed at the dark and dreary woods that surrounded them.

Wirt pulled at his hair lightly "i-i think we're lost, we- we shouldn't have left a trail or something" he anxiously stated. "I can leave a trail of candy from my pants " letting go of (y/n)s hand, he demonstrated by throwing out colorfully pieces onto the dirt floor.

the (h/c) girl simply stayed quiet for a moment or two. she stared down at the dirt road as she tried to recall any memories as to why they were in this situation. but all she got was a slight headache why are we here? when did we get here?  she asked herself.   but she got nowhere, her thoughts hazy, like a thick fog covering a swamp.

her memories all mushed together. nothing but flashing lights and images, and voices with no faces. as she tried to remember her headache only got slightly worse. she took a deep breath a stared up at the two boys in front of her they're familiar enough she thought. maybe if they tried to get home she could get her memories back

Wirt sighed"no. though I am lost, I can't shake these feelings of regret and nostalgia, for my wounded heart resides back home. in pieces, strewed about the graveyard of my lost love. for whoever they- "his poetic narration was suddenly interrupted 

Wirt gasped suddenly " do you hear that ?" he asked the two other kids. "yeah" Greg replied taking the (h/c) girl's hand in his once again as they followed Wirt not too far to a tree. the group could suddenly hear the chopping of wood.

"do you think it's some deranged lunatic with an ax waiting out there for innocent victims?" Wirt fearfully asked. "Greg!" (y/n) called out anxiously, but Gerg paid no mind to the girl and his older brother as he went deeper into the woods.

putting on her big girl slacks she rushed after him, Wirt not following too far behind"Greg your gonna get us in trouble again" wirts  scolding was stopped by (y/n)s hand covering his mouth, as the three children stared at the scene in front of them. an old woodsman cutting up an oil tree of the sort with a sharp ax, as he mumbled to himself.  "we should ask him for help" Greg suggested  as the "no we should not ask him for help " "but-" "ssshh!" "you shush!" "no you shush!" " both of you shush!" (y/n) wisper-scolded in an anxious tone, putting her hands up to the two brother's mouths.

more loud mumbling could be heard from the woodsman, his fleeting  figure followed by the  light of his lantern "s-shoot do you think we should have asked him for help?" wirt inquired. Greg simply shrugged while the (h/c) girl next to him fiddled with her hands anxiously, as darknes and shadows surrounded them once again.