Infinite Gravity (Zero Rises)

SBW (4)

Will wasn't sure why this package to the Museum couldn't be delivered to the Museum. Instead, he was requested to be the one to fetch it and bring it back. However, he wasn't able to get Bill to tag along with him — Bill had been tasked with helping on the organization of the soon-to-be reopened Hall of Ancient History. It wasn't common for Will to get out on his own, especially when it required socialisation. Luckily, it went fine: very brief and rather awkward small talk between him and an orange-eyed brunette man whose grin and energy could outmatch his brother's and thanked him, heading out and focused on returning to the Museum.

The package delivery spot was rather far from the Museum. Luckily, he bumped into Robbie on the way there and the Spirit made him a pair of blue inline skates to easy his travel. He wondered if the skates had some sort of magical trait, but he didn't notice anything different (outside from the silver ice pack drawings on it that seemed to glow in the sun). The package was carefully wrapped under his arm, with the other one being used to secure it. Will rode not too fast, taking the opportunity he had to take a good look at the town's surroundings and place.

A pitchy loud sound made him stop on his tracks. He looked around for the source. "Hello?"

Another sound followed. Will recognised it as a sound of pain. He followed the sound with his head and saw a hole on the snowy road surrounded by what seemed to be glitter. Carefully, he approached, kneeling to take a peek inside, expecting to find a small wounded animal stuck in the snow or something similar. Instead, he found a very, very tiny girl, maybe as tiny as Thumbelina, with a pair of wings: one of them, he noticed, seemed to be tilted; she was surrounded by the glitter, which also stained the sides of the hole. Her eyes were closed and she was coiled, hurt.

"Are you okay?"

The tiny winged girl opened her eyes. "What do you think?"

Will blinked. "Sorry, you're right— Let me help you."

"No!" she coiled even more when Will tried to reach out to her. "You're a human! We don't trust you!"

"We?" Will tilted his head. He shook it and decided to leave the questions for later. "I'm sorry, but, If I don't help you, I don't know who else will." he smiled gently. "Please, let me help you."

The girl looked at him with a frown. She pouted. "Fine. . . Take me out of here— But don't try to trap me!"

"I won't, I promise." with that, he reached into the hole and gently picked her up with two fingers, being very cautious to not mess with her wings. "If you don't mind me asking. . . How did you end up like that?"

"I do mind."

Will blinked. "Okay then, I'm sorry." he looked around. "Um. . . Where do you live? I can take you to your friends, or family, or whoever can help you with your wing."

"You can't take me home," she said. "Fairies don't like other creatures in their territory. It's easier for them to think you were the one who attacked me."

Will nodded slowly. "But," she continued. "There's one person that the fairies trust. Take me to her and let her take care of me."

"Okay, on it!" Will stood up. "Show me the way. And, um. . ." he looked down, then back at her. "Do you mind being inside of a box?"

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Pacifica paused the application of her eye makeup and side glanced at the door. She glanced to the clock: it wasn't a timing which Dipper would make a dramatic entrance. If that wasn't him, then who was it? She finished her makeup without a single worry and no desire to hurry up — her best looks came from patience, after all — and went to answer.