Mighty's Book of Oneshots 2

Sheep Shoop

Author's Note: *wolftiger!Mighty is fluffing up as a cloaked figure stands in front of the magical view with S being tied up and unconscious*

 ???: Oh, I didn't expect that this would turn on.. Look, you 'Wattpadders' don't have anything to worry about... This odd specimen, i.e., the wolftiger, is currently writing the story that I make my appearance in. Right now, just enjoy this little non-canon story... okay?

 *Mighty is tiredly holding a sign that reads, " It's fine... Just want sleep... also... The magical sheep that appear in this story... They only reach that above Zedaph's waist if you want a height comparison... They aren't big...".*

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 Zedaph's POV:

 I stretched as I walked around Cleo's pirate ship. She allowed me to scope through her ship after a stressful day of editing 'Is that Sheep Looking at Me?'. Okay, so it wasn't that stressful, but I needed to clear my head after getting possessed with the literal entity of death. He was going to get Mumbo, and it wasn't pretty for either of us hermits. 

 My whole body shivered at the thought of Mumbo's body half alive in front of Iskall's house. I should've just taken him home but no! No, my stupid self had to run. I shook my head again as I went through Cleo's small library that she had below deck. 

 All of the books were mainly either enchanting books or small notes that Cleo had kept to herself from the rest of us. So, I really didn't want to read through any of them. Even the ones that I sent to her. One book caught my eye though. A decently sized leather book with spirals covering it from the top to the bottom and back.

 I gently took the book out and laid it onto the table. A thin layer of dust rose from the table causing my eyes to briefly water. I opened the book and read through it. Unknown words covered the pages, and none of them seemed to form words until I reached the back of the book. 

 " Sheep?" 

 I looked at the drawing of a sheep and the words under it. Sentences seemed to materialize under the sheep drawing until it formed a small paragraph of colored words. The good news was that I can't really do magic, so it won't really hurt to read these words.

 This would actually be quite fun! Pretending I can do spells like Cleo or Tango, I mean. 

 My body twitched as I read the paragraph aloud, " From good to bad and large to small, grow some wool one and all. Those who have won, second to none... Now know the might within the woe of the wooly way. " I cleared my throat after I finished reading the spell. I closed the book and inserted it back into the shelf where it belonged. 

 I stretched as the sound of rockets came from overhead. A few seconds passed as Cleo walked down the stairs, " Enjoy your walk around my beautiful vessel?" she questioned as I nodded. Cleo waved at me as I took off into the sky and flew to Tango's base. 

 When I got to the base, I gently floated down into the vast, open cave that Tango dug up. Tango was in his small house that he had built to store his bed and one of his more personal chests. Tango, the hybrid in question, was nowhere to be seen in the whole base. 

 " Taaango?" I called out as my voice echoed throughout the whole cave system. I looked around the whole cave before returning to Tango's house. I turned the knob to find that the door was oddly unlocked.

 " T-taaaango?" I called out again as a weak groan came from the bathroom. I walked to the door and knocked on it, " Go a-away!" Tango's voice was weak. It sounded like something was cracking on the other end. I put my ear to the door and frowned, " Tango! Mate. What's happening? You can tell me..." I put my hand onto the door knob as a pained gasp came from inside the bathroom.