Meet Me Over The Garden Wall (Wirt x Reader)

Upon Finding Yourself Lost

"-Antelope, Guggenheim, Albert, Salami, Giggly, Jumpy, Tom, Thomas, Tambourine, Legface McColon, Artichoke, Penguin, Pete, Steve, But I think the very worst name for this frog is-"

"Wait! Wait a second-" Wirt awes at the trees towering above them, although they fill him with a sense of dread. As if something were watching him, wanting to know every move he made. 

"We've been walking for hours, where are we going?" Y/n groans, her hands are placed to her knees and she looks between Wirt and the now bloodied bandage. She goes to adjust it, and winces before deciding it best to leave it be. 

"I don't even know where we are, much less where we are going ." Wirt admits. 

"It's obvious! We're in the woods." Replies Greg. 

"But that doesn't make any sense, what would we be doing out here?!" Wirt Cries. 

"Walking home."

Y/n takes Greg's hand, looks him in the eye and says in a gentle, calm voice; " I think what Wirt means is we're lost."

"Ughh! We-we should've left a trail, or something!"

"I can leave a trail of candy from my pants." 

"Greg. Why did you keep your candy in your pants?" Y/n asked. 

"Why not? Isn't that the real question!"

Poor Greg, he's sweet. And looks up to Wirt a great deal, he tries to help, but doesn't think nearly as much. While Wirt thinks for the both of them. Greg is carefree, often to the point of being oblivious to serious danger. Hardly worried or scared, you can easily say he's a doer. Let's just hope Y/n can keep him entertained and out of trouble. 

 "No." Sighs Wirt. "Though I am lost my wounded heart resides back home, in pieces, strewn about the graveyard of my lost love. For only-"

"Wait! Wirt! Did you hear that?"

"It sounds like it came from over there." Greg pointed.

"Do you think it's some kind of deranged lunatic with an axe waiting out there in the darkness for unsuspecting victims?"

Upon hearing such a thing Y/n immediately punched his arm. 

"Wirt! Why would you say that? He's just a child! Do you want to scare him?" 

Although such a scolding was not necessary, as little Gregory had already wandered off to find this mysterious man with an axe, and when they realized such Wirt and Y/n rushed after him. 

"Greg, you're gonna get us into trouble again!" WIrt began, but stopped abruptly when a low voice sung. 

The trio watched the (seemingly normal) woodsman cut and collect his bounty. 

"Do you think we should ask him for help?" Y/n whispered to Wirt.

"Yes/No!" Greg and Wirt replied. 

"SHH!"

"shh!sHHH!"

The bickering boys then noticed the loss of light and watched the woodsman dissapear. 

"Shoot. You think we should have asked him for help?"

Y/n face palmed, and Gregory shrugged. 

"Maybe I can help you." A new voice called. 

Our heros turned their heads, and there up in the tree a bluebird spoke. The strangest part was watching her beak, it was unnatural to see a bird speak in the human tongue. Not to mention slightly disturbing.