"You seriously don't think this is a good idea."
"Yes, I do."
"Well, go ahead then." Blinky said, gesturing towards the door. "If you want to go out in that storm, be my guest, but-"
Wiggly closed the door without a second thought. His brother didn't feel sympathetic in the slightest. Though, it could be worse. At least he brought an umbrella, right?
Five minutes later, Blinky was waiting in the living room, just... existing, when the door slammed open.
Wiggly had returned, was absolutely caked in mud for some reason, and looked goddamn terrified of opening that door again.
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Hatchetfield.
أدب الهواةjust plain stories set in Hatchetfield...but what really lies underneath?. (NIGHTMARE TIME, BLACK FRIDAY, NPMD, TGWDLM and some TTO if I'm bored.)
