~Wirt POV~
As we pull up to our new house, I feel knots in my stomach. It's not that it's a bad house or location. Actually, nothing is wrong here at all. The only problem is that I'm here instead of at my real home. It's kind of ironic, isn't
...Yearned did I, for a peaceful life after the tyranny of that dark, enchanted woods. Only to scorn when offered the most ideal of offerings. I once again find myself yearning. This time, however, it is for the return of my old life...
I need to write that down later.
After I brought my last box upstairs to the mini attic and did a couple reality checks, I start to unpack.
~3rd POV~
As Wirt unpacks, he gets this unnerving feeling. A feeling as if he was being watched. He chances around he room for a minute then goes back to work, deep in thought.
Greg enters the room not much later and plops onto the unmade bed. "Whatcha thinkin' about brother-o-mine?", He asks.
"Just stuff", Wirt brushes it off.
"What kinda stuff?"
"Just mature, grown up kid stuff" Wirt said.
Greg stoped pestering Wirt and jumped on the bed.
"Hey Wirt, wanna know what I just realized?" Greg pipes in.
"Hmm?"Wirt hums in response.
"Because we're so far from home, you won't have anymore bad dreams about the beast!" Greg chirps innocently.
As blunt and oblivious to how embarrassing that is to Wirt, Greg was right about one thing. Almost every night for about 8 months, Wirt would have nightmares.
After getting called by his mom, Greg left. Wirt went back to unpacking his things and his thoughts.
~back to Wirt POV~
Is this what it feels like to move? I've heard stories the other kids tell, but I never imagined I would experience it in my adolescence
...Gone is the simple ways of life. Now, I am thrown onto a new path, completely different from my original intentions and goals. Now, I must learn to adapt to this new world. But how shall I do it? I'm afraid that my shyness and nervousness will be the one obstacle in the seemingly simple task of adapting...
hmm, I need to get more cassette tapes. I'm almost out. I unpack my clarinet and carefully place it in the corner. How shall I make new friends? Back at home, I needn't think of it for I grew up and existed around most of them since birth. But now? Now I actually have to go out of my way to find them.
I don't think I can do that.
[A/N] sorry if I did Wirt an injustice with those poetry parts. I suck and anything poetic but I forced myself to write something bc Wirt isn't Wirt without those little fits of poetic passion
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Fanfiction(Cover art by me) Wirt has had a hard time moving on from his adventures that happened over the garden wall last year. Matters are made even worse after he moves away from his town in Arizona to the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. During his m...
