Alarmed with the request that burst out of the weasel, Egon halts the zipping up of his backpack.
"Ok, yeah, I'll keep it open. But you have to promise me something."
Vin flings back his head and shoulders in mock pain.
"Ugh! What?"
"You have to stay inside the backpack until we're in my house. A talking polecat with cartoon hands is far too noticeable. Im not taking chances that I'm the only one that can see or hear you."
"Sure, sure, I can do that." Sounding genuine, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Where I'm from there are two types to every animal species. Ones that only have basic instincts. And those that are far more complex. I'm the best of the complex. That seems to be lacking in this World."
He grows solemn. "Please tell me we will figure out how to get me back, I need to go back."
The desperate tone makes Egon feel a tad sorry for the little furball.
"Yes, I'll help you as much as I can. Don't have a plan, don't have a clue. Call me crazy, I'm on your side. Now, let's go."
Vin stumbles backward within the bag as he was hoisted up in the air. He is becoming frustrated over the fact that he can't see anything at all.
This won't do. Im curious. There's so much around me to discover, and I can't see a damn thing! I'll only peek.
A weasel head emerges from the top of the bag.
"Wow!! What is that!!?"
"That is my bike. You promised to stay in there!"
"I am still in here."
"All of you! Your whole body! And try to stay quiet." Egon grumbles firmly. He places his backpack on the handlebars.
The quiet doesn't last.
"What's a bike? Is it used in war?"
"No, I sit on it and peddle. Gets me from point A to point B. Don't know how else to explain it."
Egon stops peddling, as he's zipping downhill. Enjoying the breeze, he tries shaking the confusion of a boisterous weasel entering his life.
Until said weasel is standing on top of his handlebars, facing forward with both arms outstretched.
Vin whoops in pure joy.
"Woo hoo HOO!!! This is just like the time I rode on the back of a dragon!! Wooooo!"
Nearly falling off the bike in shock, Egon whisper screams, "The fuck are you thinking!!? Get back in the bag!! Now!! What's wrong with you!?"
Vin whips around at the boy. Sitting down on the handlebars.
"There isn't anything wrong with me. Besides missing my World and my group. Especially Barley the Centaur. Those legs of his. Mmm mm. And his haunches! Just want to bite into them. His hooves! I tell you, if you have a hoof fetish his are..."
"Oh My God! Stop!! No more !!!" Egon's face grows a red color. " Get in the bag!!"
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I've Arrived
AdventureVin lived in a mystical World where some animals can speak. He is an overly confident weasel who never shuts up. Also has a habit of flirting with absolutely anyone. He wakes up one day in an entirely different World than his own. He has no i...
