"Stop clinging to me!"
"Well, it's not my fault we're camped on the most haunted bay in the Mainland! And it's all your fault."
"I don't get why you're so scared of ghosts. You've faced a suicidal Boom Frog, a bunch of weirdos, an Alpha boar and me. Nothing should scare you now!"
"Just don't move so much. They might find us."
"Oh my god. Just get the cave warm and boil the stew. You sure your mom won't know you've gone somewhere?"
"Yeah, I told her last night that I was going camping with Bob down the road."
"And if your dear mother goes looking for Bob?"
"Then God help him. I've already briefed him."
"Wasn't Bob the one that wet his pants after two meters up that tree?"
"Like I said, God help him."
"Ok, I'm off to meet the ghosts."
"So fast. Won't they be like, sleeping or something? It's two in the afternoon."
"Other times were scheduled out."
"You scheduled a meeting with restless spirits? That explains the groaning from the forest last night."
"Oh those weren't the spirits."
"Huh?"
"I'll tell you when you're older."
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
