They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 26]

The sky ship landed gently on the ground of the celestial island. Already outside, Hornacle, Syncopite, Torrt, and Loodvigg talked, and waved to the ship once they noticed it.
Hornacle was the one to get up and go inside to get the others,
Once they got on, epic mammott, Kayna, Kayno, Woolabee, and Hawthor stepped off and onto the ground. Hawthor was in awe at the island. He loved to explore the islands, even if his dreams of seeing Mythical island would never come true.
Once everyone else got out, they started to group up around Hawthor, asking questions, as they had never seen something like him except in drawings from the past. Not even Galvana remembered who he was.
"Why are you like a tree?" Loodvigg asked.

"Because I represent the plant element, and plant island!"

"Like me?" Blassom hopped forwards.

"Yeah!"

"What do you do for a living?" Torrt inquired.

"I'm a guard for the royal castle!"

"Can you burn easily?" Furnoss asked with an evil smile.

"Well, my outside shell, sure, but under it, I'm just bare metal bones!"

"Metal bones?" Galvana questioned with confusion.

"Yup! It's a kind of mixture of aluminum and iron, so it's pretty sturdy! It would take a heck of a lot of strength to break other ribs!"

"How much exactly?" Syncopite asked.

"Mmm, around 100,000 psi, which is about 51,000 pounds of force."

"You can squish a whole thirty skeletons with that kind of force!" Scaratar exclaimed in a bit of shock.

"Mhm! Just goes to show how tough I am!" Hawthor said proudly.

"Well Hawthor, shouldn't we get on with our lesson?" Kayna asked nicely.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry, I got carried away!" He chuckled.
The group was then shuffled over to the small whiteboard they had brought. Their lesson today was on regular history, and all the Celestials seemed to have a great interest in history. But obviously, only a few of them could hold their attention span to the subject for the whole time, and it was mostly Loodvigg, Attmoz, and Galvana answering questions. Sometimes, they would even bring out the dreaded popsicle sticks : the bane of every student's existence.
As Hawthor sat back and also followed along slightly, he was then approached by Plixie.
"Hawthor, i have a question.."

"Hm? What's wrong?" Hawthor turned and asked him, looking a bit concerned.

"I've been having some... I think they're nightmares.. about nearly dying, and an older version of me trying to escape some demon, but i feel like i've had these dreams before. I know, because every time I have them, it's like it's telling a story, and I start to remember more about the past with each one. Do you know what this might mean?"

"Um, i don't, but maybe something is trying to get your attention? There maybe could be something inside that's restless to get out, and these dreams will lead to its escape. Or... Maybe it's just dreams? I dunno, maybe we should get ahold of a mythical, because they are very good at dreams and what they mean, even more than a oneirologist!"

"Maybe, but I don't want to bother them with this, I mean, it's not really that serious.." Plixie looked down, stepping to the ground and placing his hand to the back of his neck.

"Plixie, if it starts affecting you in bad ways, like wearing out your mental state, making you suffer emotionally, affecting your relationships, or anything like that, you should get someone to talk to! You won't bother anyone because you're getting hurt, and if people make you feel bad, and make you think your problems are your fault, you shouldn't have to be around them! Are you sure no one is making you feel bad for your feelings?"

"Erm... G-Galvana kinda is... She..when I open up to the others, she comes in and tells me it's nothing, and I just need to get over it."

"Man, I knew she was rude, but I didn't think she would downplay your emotions! I'll have to talk to her about that."

"N-No! I-I don't want to get her in trouble, or more mad at me because I told someone else.."

"Plixie.." Hawthor looked at him, sad and shocked at his fear of her getting mad at him. He put a hand to his mouth to hide his shocked. He only wondered how bad this was, and how long it had gone on.

"Boys, is there a problem?" Kayna asked the two, her arms crossed as she stood still.

Hawthor was about to speak, but looked back at Plixie in hesitation; Plixie shook his head, telling him silently to wait.
"Um... N-No.. He just...Uh...No." He replied nervously, shaking his head.

"Do we need to have a talk after class about it?"

"N-No! I'm sorry, it was just a little question. I-I should have just paid attention.."

"Alright, as I was saying.."
Plant was now completely unable to focus. He could only think about how awful Galvana must have been to all of them. She would need to get help from a professional; or maybe, if things got even worse, a dreadful visit to the juvenile correctional facility.
He didn't like the idea of his mother in her younger years now being known for her trip to a place where young monsters were treated less than anything. But, then again, she is a celestial, so would they do that to her? Would they really treat her badly? Maybe that would give her a kick in the right direction...

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