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Moomin Valley... and Stinky

Authors note: Really quick just to let you know, I will most likely be posting once or twice a week, not twice a day like I just have. Thanks, enjoy!

(Y/N): Your Name

(E/C): Eye Color

(H/C): Hair Color

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Second Person POV

You and Snufkin walk in silence for the next ten minutes or so. It isn't an awkward silence, but calming tranquility as you both take in the forest and each other. You often catch Snufkin staring at you, but the moment you look at him, his eyes shoot back to the trees as if nothing happened. You can't help but laugh.

"What's funny?" the brown-haired boy asks.

"Oh, it's just you-" you are cut off after hearing a loud noise in the trees. "Hello? Is someone there? Are you alright?" you call. A moment later, more rustling. Suddenly, a fuzzy brown creature emerges from the bushes. It has dark purple arms and legs, a big red nose, and lavender antennas.

"Ha!", the strange creature exclaims, "Who on earth are you? I'm Stinky!"

"Oh hello, I am (Y/N). Are you alright? It sounded like you fell out of a tree," You respond.

"Stinky, leave (Y/N) alone. She doesn't want to deal with you," Snufkin retorts coldly

"Snufkin! It's obvious that he needs help! He seems swee-" you pause when you feel your bag slide off your shoulders. You look to see Stinky holding your bag.

"Anything good in here?" he asks as he starts to open it.

"Hey, that is mine!" you exclaim. You try to grab your bag back, but this causes the foul creature to start running.

"Stinky you awful thing give that back!" Snufkin yells, diving to grab your bag. Stinky pulls hard and tugs the bag loose from Snufkin's grasp. The sleeping bag mounted to the top of your bag comes loose, falling off as Stinky scales the nearest tree.

"Well, it's mine now," Stinky exclaims before retreating into the canopy. You look in shock before realizing something.

"Oh dear do you think that foul thing can read?", you ask Snufkin. He gets up from the ground.

"I'm afraid that he probably can. Why? Did you have something confidential in there?" He asks back.

"Yes, I had my diary in there. It has quite a few things that I would rather people not know of," you say, starting to tear up, "And my ocarinas...my ocarinas." You start to cry. Snufkin rubs your back.

"Hey, look on the bright side, at least you have your sleeping bag and one of your ocarinas around your neck. Here, let's continue our walk to Moomin Valley, we're almost there. I know a wonderful family who may be able to help you get your bag back," Snufkin says in a comforting tone. You nod your head, pick up your sleeping bag, and begin to walk. Snufkin wraps his arm around your shoulder as you walk, but you don't mind.

Snufkin's POV

I rub the girl's back as she walks, tears still rolling down her cheeks. I would feel the same way she is feeling right now if that happened to me, I suppose. I look into her glassy (E/C) eyes, and she notices.

"Is there anything that I can to help?" I ask.

"Unless you can get my bag back, then I do not believe so," she sighs and looks back down at the ground. We continue walking for another few minutes.

I look up to see a bridge with a creek flowing underneath. In the distance, I see a blue house with three stories. I have made it back to Moomin Valley once again.

"Hey (Y/N), we're at Moomin Valley," I say softly. She looks up, and her eyes widen in amazement. 'She must be looking at all of the flowers' I think. It is quite lovely during this time of year, I suppose. "...not as stunning as you...", my face flushes red, but I hide it. I smile and look at her. She's stopped crying by now and had a thin smile on her lips

"Do you like it?" I ask, "The house over there belongs to the Moomins. They might be able to help you get your bag back, and they truly are the nicest people I know."

"Oh Snufkin, it's lovely. Shall we head over to Moomin house?" she says.

"I suppose so. Let me just put my bag down," I say, setting it down next to the tree I set camp under every year. After making sure that the bag was firmly on the ground, we begin walking to Moomin house.

"How long have you been coming to Moomin Valley?" (Y/N) asks, breaking the silence.

"Well, I've been coming since I was twelve...so... four years I suppose," I respond, "This is your first time, correct? How long do you plan on staying?"

"I was just going to spend a week or two here, but now that my bag is gone, I'll probably have to stay longer," she says. A moment later, we are at the door of the house.

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