The kings and queen(Yandere Wakfu x Reader) DISCONTINUED

Ruel's Bag

It is the next day for our heroes and they are eating breakfast, happy smiles on their faces.

Amalia: This is so good!

Y/N: Mhm!

Ruel: And better yet, it's free..

Eva: That doesn't change the taste Ruel!

Yugo: Yup! Itsh derishish...

Y/n, laughing softly: Yugo, don't speak with your mouth full! That's rude!

Yugo nods and smiles sheepishly, and you smile back, kissing his cheek and causing him to blush. You hum softly and eat a piece of bread.

Xav: So you made up your minds, huh? You're hitting the road today?

Yugo, nods: Yeah, I'm so happy you gave me that amazing bread recipe. I can't wait to give it to my dad!

Eva: Sorry to burst your bubble, Yugo, but first we have to find the way to Oma Island.

Y/n, nudging his shoulder: Don't worry, once we find your real family, we can all bake the bread together!

Yugo perks up and smiles, hugging you.

Yugo: Thanks Y/n/n!

Y/n, nodding and hugging back: Anytime Yugo.

Dally, holding up Scribble: Yes! And to do that, we have to get this darned map to speak!

Ratweasel, shocked: Incredible! Where did you find it?

Y/N: We found them in a shop in Kebla Market, where the Black Crow was.

Yugo: But it's worthless!

Y/N: Just give them a little more time! I'm sure they'll help us eventually...

Yugo: But ever since we've had it, we just keep getting lost!

Y/N: Maybe...but we learned a lot of new things on our adventures because of it!

Ratweasel then laughs and yanks Scribble out of Dally's hands, who looks shocked.

Ratweasel: You got swindled. This map contains a demon. A shushu, to be exact!

Dally: What? A shushu? Like Rubilax?

Amalia, to Y/N: Guess you didn't figure that one out!

Y/N, annoyed: You say that as if I know everything Amalia. I don't even know alot about shushu's!

Amalia 'hmmps' and rolls her eyes, and you do as well, paying attention to the conversation while Yugo just looks confused.

Rubilax, offended: Certainly not. It's a minor Shushu, a servant. I'm in another class altogether!

Ratweasel opens the map, holding them close to the fire.

Scribble: Go on, you pretentious oaf, flatter yourself all you want. You're in the same boat as me. Locked away and guarded by a bunch of bungling adventurers.

Rubilax, being sarcastic: That's funny, I hear a tiny, insignificant voice in the distance. No, no, no, I must have been mistaken...

Scribble: you stinking–

Ratweasel: That's enough! Yes, I know it well. I used to be its owner before the Black Crow stole it from me! I'll show you how to handle it!

Scribble: And what do you plan on doing, you old fool?

Ratweasel then puts Scribble above the fire, causing him to sweat.

Ratweasel: Oh, look, the fire is dying down.