Mighty's Book of Oneshots

Just Kidding (4)

Author's Note: Ren and Stress enter. Let the weirdness of snarky fish, plush loving child, a device maker, a puppy, and shifting goat begin.  

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 Ren's POV:

 Stress and I entered the world of Wattpad. The many writers were walking around, and the two of us waved at a couple of them as we reached Wither's small, magical house.

 I looked down at Stress as she looked at her communicator, " Oh dear. It looks like Mista Wither got affected by the fumes as well..." she frowned. My tail twitched, " Well, it's good that we got here..." I went up to the door and knocked on it.

 A small, startled gasp came from the other side. My ear perked up as I listened to some unhappy mumbling as some stomping followed. The door opened to an annoyed nine year old staring up at me.

 " It's about time you got here..." she frowned as she walked away from the door. Stress and I looked at each other and entered the home. The girl stood in front of the couch where the others were sleeping. 

 " I'm Aqua... The one on the floor is Odal, the kid buried in chickens is Fantasy, and the caged one is Mighty..." Aqua explained as her ear fins twitched. She fixed her glasses and went back to sitting down on the couch. I took off my sunglasses and put it into my bag, " Where's Wither?" I questioned as I looked around. 

 Aqua shrugged her shoulders. She pointed upstairs, " He probably got sick of dealing with us.... Try upstairs." she snorted as she laid back down on the couch and covered herself with her blanket. Stress looked at me, " I'll give ta lil ones a look ova. You go find Wither." I nodded at her and walked over to the stairs.

 A small child was unconscious on the floor. I picked the child up and tucked him into my arms. He whimpered and shook in his sleep as something twitched. The two of us went back downstairs causing Stress to look up at me.

 " Poor dear...." Stress sighed as I lowered the kid onto a pile of chickens that rested on a chair. I looked over the little Wither and sighed. Wither was roughly three years old, and his lower half was that of a goat. He shivered and sneezed as a pair of goat ears poked out of the top of his head and twitched.

 I stood up and frowned, " X needs to get here pretty soon. " my tail shook as I looked over at Stress. The hermit looked over at Aqua, " Aqua, how old are each of you?" Stress questioned as she turned towards Aqua. The aquatic wattpadder shrugged and showed her face, " I'm nine, Odal is six and a half, Fantasy is either four or five, and Mighty is three.... I don't know how old Wither is now." she looked at the unconscious halfhel.

 Aqua shook her head, " That stupid gun is real stupid... Fantasy and Odal should've never mess with it." she snorted as she picked up her book and started to read it. I looked between the plush chickens and Aqua, " Hey, aren't you scared of these plushies?" I questioned as Aqua looked up. 

 " I.... I'm not!" Aqua tensed up slightly, " What do you know.... Rendog." her voice went low as she stuffed her nose into a book. 

 I looked at Stress as she shook her head. Stress opened her inventory's screen and brought out a shulker box labeled 'children's clothing'. She looked at at Aqua, " Miss Aqua, Do you want some new clothes? I don't think its comfortable for any of you to be in your baggy normal clothes...."

 Aqua looked up at Stress and nodded, " That'd be.... nice I guess..." she got out of the blanket and put her glasses on. The nine year old wattpadder went over to Stress's side and looked at Odal and Fantasy.

 " We should take them with us..." Aqua frowned as she walked over to Fantasy and reached through the chicken mass to the child's shoulder. Fantasy's eyes fluttered open as she jumped at the sight of Stress and me. 

 Fantasy rolled her way out of the chickens and looked up at me and Stress before going behind Aqua. The aquatic wattpadder let out a sigh, " It's Ren and Stress.... They're here to turn us all back." she sighed as Fantasy turned a one-eighty and hugged my leg. 

 The wattpadder looked at my tail as it shook behind me. Fantasy smiled at me, " Doggy!" she tried to pet at my tail, but Aqua had her go back. The wattpadder frowned, " I want to pet Rendoggy though.... I like soft things!" she crossed her arms as I let out a soft chuckle.

 " I'll let out touch my ears in a bit Fantasy.... Just go with Aqua, Odal, and Stress m'kay?" I smiled as Fantasy's eyes let up. Stress woke Odal up, and the four went to the bathroom. This left me, a snoozing hybrid, and an unconscious halfhel. 

 I moved to sitting on the couch and leaned back. This was honestly not how I wanted to spent my day. Heck, the whole Grian on the ceiling was suppose to be my excitement for the day. I mean, the good news is that when I get back to hermitcraft I can join Doc in the jacuzzi. 

 My ears perked up as a small sneezing came from Mighty's pen. I looked over at the pen and slowly went over to it. Mighty was pawing at the inner part of the pen and crying. The hybrid's back leg was up slightly.

 " Hey Mighty...." my tail lowered as Mighty's ears perked up. The small hybrid's tail wagged as I opened the pen. Mighty got about half way out of the pen before flopping over from excitement. I picked Mighty up and looked at the hybrid's burnt leg and tail. She sneezed into the air as her tail puffed out.

 " Wen....." Mighty's tail wiggled as her ears twitched. I continued to look at Mighty's ears and tail as the hybrid started to suck on a small wolftiger-like plush that was tucked underneath her hoodie. Mighty's tail wiggled as I curled my tail around the hybrid. 

 I looked over at Wither as he rolled onto his back. The halfhel's tail was twitching in his sleep as his leg kicked. Wither let out a low purring noise as his goat ears slowly shifted to a cat's ears. I raised my eyebrow as Wither rolled onto his stomach and curled up.

 I looked between the two children. If Stress, X, and I have to deal with two animal minded children, then this will be a bit..... interesting.... to say the least.