The Whistlewill

[BL, it's BL guys, they are so gay] Wyatt Anderson is a detective. Or, at least, he wants to be. At the moment it feels like all he does is write reports while waiting for his first big case to break. When young children start going missing from his small town, Wyatt thinks he's finally found the golden opportunity he's been waiting for. But the case may not be as straightforward as he believes. As Wyatt's investigation leads him to a strange and eerie forest, a chance encounter with a woodland spirit will thrust Wyatt into a mystery far greater and more mystical than he could have ever dreamed. Now working against the clock, Wyatt must depend on his newfound friends, a handsome gatekeeper, and his own intuition to save not just a missing child, but also himself from a terrible fate.

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"What... are you?" Wyatt asked, scrambling backwards on his hands and feet like some sort of ungainly crab.
"I am the Whistlewill."
"The Whist-what?"
"The Whistlewill," the tiny man repeated, slowly and loudly.
"Are you trying to say Whippoorwill?" Wyatt asked, completely baffled. "Like the bird?"
"I am not."
"Well, what kind of name is Whistlewill?"
"That's not my name," the tiny man said. "You haven't asked for my name, which was a tad rude to be perfectly honest. You asked what I was, and I've told you. I am the Whistlewill."
"What the fu-okay, fine," Wyatt said, aggravation mounting. "What's your name, then?"
"My name is Twee," the creature that was apparently a Whistlewill said, sweeping his acorn hat off his head with a flourish and bowing deeply. "At your service. And you are-?"
"Wyatt."
"A pleasure to meet you, Wyatt," the Whistlewill said with a devilish grin that didn't quite match his gentle tone or mellow personality. "I think you and I will have quite a bit of fun together."