𓍊𓋼𓍊𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓𓍊𓋼𓍊

・・・𓍊𓋼𓍊𝕾𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕱𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘𓍊𓋼𓍊・・・

(words underlined are singing in the story )

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a thick fog rolled over the hills until dawn, reaching out in thick wispy tendrils until the rising sun reached the treetops, peeking through the grey clouds. shimmering light making the trees practically shine in the morning glow.

the group ventured back into the woods till dawn, Greg singing atop of the small rock wall along the trail "...I don't know who she is or how she is or when, what, why she is, but as for where she is, she is where we will go. To Adelaide, to Adelaide! Come on and join the Adelaide parade..."Greg sang happily."No" Wirt and Beatrice grumbled with tired expressions, (y/n) only giggling in response with a smile as they continued down the path as Greg continued with his song.

"Adelaide, to Adelaide, let's go to Adelaide's house. I need to fix that last part." Greg explained after a brief pause " But that's the idea. So, Beatrice and (y/n) you guys sing the high parts. Wirt, you sing the really high parts-""What?" Wirt asked incredulously before leaning down to tie his shoe "and-" Beatrice interrupted Greg "Nobody is singing anything anymore. And Wirt, keep moving" she called out with an impatient tone, "But I- I have to... ugh. All right"wirt fumbled, Greg looked up at Beatrice as the group continued to walk "But we have to do something fun. " he suggested "it couldn't hurt to have some fun Beatrice" the (e/c) eyed female commented in a light tone "You know, we really don't. We can just keep walking silently, you know? And- " the bluebird scoffed irritated, looking back at Wirt who fell behind the group trying to tie his shoelace "Ugh. Wirt, let's go! Come on."

"Sorry, sorry." he apologized, Greg turned to the bluebird once again, (y/n) wearing a pensive expression "But shouldn't we-" "Greg, don't you want to be more like your brother-" Beatrice commented perching herself atop of his teapot, Wirt wearing a look of pride for a second until- "just always doing what you're told" she finished, Wirt hummed in confusion as she continued"Just a pathetic pushover who relies on others to make all his decisions?" "Hey! What? I'm not a pushover." Wirt grumbled, (y/n) looking at Beatrice in surprise at her blunt commentary.

Beatrice held up a wing "Hold on, Wirt. Let me get to my point." Wirt scoffed "fine" See, Greg? No willpower whatsoever." the bluebird exclaimed, making Wirt grumble "You need to be more like that." (y/n) was quick to intervene" Now hold on Beatrice" she then turned to the small boy beside her "Greg. there is absolutely nothing wrong with being dependent on other people, and it is fine to follow the rules but! that doesn't mean you can't have fun and try to-" "THAT is another thing Greg" the bluebird interrupted once again "Never take the advice of the anxious and mild " she exclaimed in a matter of fact tone "anxious and mild?" (h/c) girl asked dumbfounded and slightly offended"-no sense of authority or impactful tone, now well just focus on getting you guys to Adelaide's so I can wash my hands clean of this whole affair. and-" she turned to the two teenagers beside her with no sign of Greg or his frog "Where's Greg?" she asked

Wirt simply shrugged his shoulders mumbling "I don't know" as (y/n) answered pointing to herself as she finished "I saw no use in trying to stop him. ya know, no sense of authority" she mused with a petty smile shrugging her shoulders  "Cheese and crackers!" The bluebird smacked her face with her wing. (y/n) obviously was worried for Greg, but he couldn't have gone that far.

just a bit further along the path, Greg called out to his frog "We need to do our part to make the world a better place!" his frog only gave him a "ribbit" in response "Haha, yeah" he exclaimed, he stopped when a school bell could be heard chiming "Woah" running deeper into the terrain, there in the middle of the clearing laid a small red schoolhouse near a river " School? ppsshhh Not today!" and with that, Greg rushed back into the forest, with his frog atop of his teapot.