||discontinued|| Dawn Of The Wublins

❄️Three: Of Course It's Cold Out!🌨️

Banner art by me. (It features the Cold Island Epic Wubbox standing in crisp blueish grass with a grey, snowy sky in the background. Turmoil is brewing in the clouds.)
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The stars twinkled up above, sharing news of the storms down below. Galvana was in despair.

Attmoz watched her with dread coiling around his guts. "Galvana?" he called softly, "This is like, totally unlike you. Are you alright?"

"My children!" she cried, "They hate me! ...They are angry with me, trying to replace me!"

Attmoz quietly began to understand. He was there when Galvana left her children in boxes made of their own materials. He heard her, the last Celestial, when she wailed, "Take care of them for me!" to the universe. He put his paw on her back as she followed him into the stars. He witnessed her tears fill her palms as she wept over the loss of her beloveds.

Of course, she, even in her new young state, remembered them, and of course, she watched them from above.

As much as Attmoz wanted to console her, he knew the chances of him saying the right thing was very slim; he raised a paw as a farewell and stalked off, letting her toss lightning strikes down the gaps between the islands in solitude.

She'll figure it out, eventually.

On Cold Island, far from the Star Plane, Wubbox was having a nice conversation with his cousin, C. C was Cold Island's Epic Wubbox. He was very cordial and polite, calm, but quite insecure deep down. He always seemed worried about one thing or another, maybe even, at times, both at once. He was a tragic creature, but Wubbox loved him anyway.

"C! What's your favorite monster?" Wubbox asked, swinging his legs as they hung off the little mountain they sat on.

"Well, you, of course, darling!" He said sweetly and then laughed. "No, I'm kidding. Um, well I quite like- Ok, but I do like you, it's just! Ah..."

Wubbox was indifferent to C's embarrassment-he didn't see the problem in C's words, anyways-and simply said, "It's okay. Continue, please!"

"Um, alright." C thought terribly hard, his mock focus clinging to the sky. "Well, I suppose I like the Dandidoos. They like to observe and listen, and they are very attentive. They don't get in the way, and they hardly speak. They make good company, even if they get a little awkward sometimes."

Wubbox wrote this all down in his notebook. The pages were littered with doodles of specimens; a tall Pompom-like creature with an outrageous tongue, a strangely large toad, an incomprehensible scribble laced with the frustration of failure, and an extremely feminine Mammott with wings. C looked all over the page, interested in all the notes and drawings.

"What's going on with this, Wub?" He asked kindly, curiosity curling his tone like a ribbon.

Wubbox glanced at C, much more interested in his pen than C's boring question. "Family matters, very personal. Keep out!"

"Ohh, I see," the other robot responded, "I get it. Classified information."

Wubbox nodded. "Yeah. Class-fired."

C giggled and went away, waving his farewells. He was going to go prepare for the storm brewing up, surely.

"Are you... ready, Gal?" asked Hornacle, looking concernedly at the fuming Celestial beside him. "I mean-"

"Of course I'm ready! Can't you tell? Make it rain already!" Galvana hissed in response, her usually calm demeanor tattered and her eyes little slits. Anytime this happened, Hornacle would help.

He sighed and, as his horns made music, rainclouds welled up in the Universe's eyes. Tears would begin to fall soon. Galvana prepared her lightning.

"Not too much at once," Hornacle warned.

Galvana did not look at him. "I know." But, as the storm struck the Universe, it was as if she had no clue. The bolts were fierce and heavy, laced with the power of heartbreak. Every Celestial spooked at the crack of vengeance. "Nobody treats them right!" Galvana yelled, splitting a Universal rock. "I want to be there! Tell them they are loved, that they don't need to waste themselves," she began to scream, "on a family made of Bubblerite and bacteria!"

Attmoz trembled and was reminded of the first month after they'd left. It rained and stormed for weeks and Galvana was inconsolable. Now they knew to let her get it all out. This time, however, she was purely angry. She was angry at everything. As Attmoz approached Galvana, she whirled around like some sort of natural disaster and aimed her electric anger at the crowd of Celestials.

"And you! If you wouldn't have taken me away-" she was crying now- "These things, these terrible things, would all be okay! My boys, they'd be... they'd be okay..."

Attmoz gently took her wrists and aimed them at the ground, disarming her. She sniffled and lay her head on his chest, breathing in deeply.

"Get it all out," said Attmoz, "but... how about more gently now?"

Wubbox lay in the grass back at Plant Island, sheltered under the canopy of the woodlands. He drew little islands and notes and ideas, castles and mini-fridges. He was in his own little fantasy world of families and friends.

All would be well soon, and he knew it.