Hi there! I'm PoMlovah611 and this is my first Wander Over Yonder fanfic!

I just had this head-canon for SO LONG and I wanted to share it with you!

And I'm excited to do so!

But um keep in mind that this is the first time I'm writing WoY stuff so bear with my "noob"ness.

And um enjoy the chapter!

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Disclaimer: I do not own WoY nor the characters in it. The events of this story is NOT real/canon and is merely my HEAD canon.

The Backstory

Chapter 1

Many folks might have wondered, "How did the most travelled pair of pals meet? " or "When did they start their friendship?" or "Were they friends ever since birth or something?" Well, actually… this isn't so. You see, before the two even met each other they both went through lots of crazy stuff – which you are about to witness.

For Wander, it all started at a lonely city in a lonely planet in a lonely part of the quadrant of a galaxy.

T'was a dark and gloomy day. The rain falling from the dark clouds above soaked the orange fur of a fella wandering alone in the corner of an alley. It had been rough for the little guy with the soaked orange fur. He didn't like thinking about what happened before this very moment. For now, all that mattered was finding shelter until the rain stops.

The little guy looked around and spotted an old rusty dumpster. It was dark and damp and smelly but it was all he had. So he clutched his beloved banjo in his hand and walked up to the dumpster, opening its lid.

By the looks of things inside it, the dumpster was just cleaned out by a garbage truck and was now completely empty (aside from a few stuck pieces of dirt, gum and wet paper and stuff on the sides and corners). He sighed and crawled inside of it, closing the lid.

The dumpster was very dimly lit by the moonlight outside creeping through the holes of the dumpster's lid and corners.

"I guess this'll have to do for now…" he mumbled to himself in his heavy southern accent.

The orange fella laid down on the dusty rusty dumpster floor, hugged his banjo close and looked up at the rusty old lid above him.

'Oh if things went better before, I'd still be at home with his friends and family… If that nasty villain didn't come and ruin everything…' the little guy blinked, shaking his head to clear the dreadful thought. 'Now look, I'm talkin' all silly! There has to be something I can be positive about… At least I found shelter… and I still have my banjo… and I'm still… alive…' The furry orange guy sighed and frowned. Whatever he thought of always led back to the events that caused all this.

He turned to his side and shut his eyes tight. 'No. No thinking. Just go to sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up.' He reassured himself, pulling the brim of his hat upwards to cover his shoulders. 'You'll feel better when you wake up…'

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"Kid… hey kid! KID, WAKE UP!"

"AAAAAH!" He woke up with a jolt, screaming loudly from his nightmare. He breathed heavily and looked to his side. A figure was looking down at him from outside the dumpster, peering down at him through the now-open lid, freaking him out even more and causing him to cry.

"Woah, geez kid calm down. You were kicking and screaming in your sleep. Talk about starting off the day with a few bangs." The stranger snickered to himself. "The name's Screwball Jones." He reached his moustache-hand over to the little orange fellow, who flinched and looked up at him with teary eyes.

"Hey I'm not here to trash your party here buddy but I noticed you're looking down in the dumps here… or in this case, down in the dumpster." Screwball paused to laugh at his little pun. "I'm a friend." He smiled and kept his moustache-hand outstretched for him.

"M-my folks… used to… call me… Wander…" the furry orange guy finally spoke up.

"Oh hey! The dumpster boy talks! Well it's nice to meet you, Wander. It was also nice of me to wander by, right? I was just woaandering who or what was in this dumpster when you-"

Wander chuckled softly, sitting up.

"Oh you like that?" Screwball blinked, smiling. "I like hat too." He said, tipping his hat.

Wander began to smile for the first time in a while, laughing at Screwball's jokes.

Screwball looked around the dumpster. "Why are you hanging around here, hm? What's bin going on?"

"I-I don't really wanna talk about it…" Wander rubbed the back of his neck with a small chuckle.

"Hey that's alright. Come on, time to get you out of this dump." Screwball reached for Wander's hand.

Wander hesitated before taking his moustache-hand and let his new friend pull him out of the dumpster. "A moustache hand?" he blinked.

"Yeah. It's what I use to stache stuff since I have no real hands. But I mustache you to think nothing of it. It's normal for me." He smirked.

Wander laughed again. "You're really good at these puns."

"Oh well I certainly don't lack a-peel then." He grinned, gesturing to his banana-like body shape.

The other laughed a bit. "Wh-what are you doing here, anyway?" Wander asked curiously.

"Actually… I-I don't really know…" Screwball scratched his head. "Honestly, I just like making people happy and… you were sad… so uh-"

"Gee… Thanks… You really helped lift my spirit up!" Wander smiled.

"Hey no problem." Screwball chuckled. "It never hurts-"

"-to help." Wander finished, sighing.

"You know… You're alright, Wander, my little orange friend." he shook Wander's furry hand.

"You're not too bad yourself, Screwball." Wander giggled.

And so, a long and glorious friendship had begun… or has it?

…tbc

So uh that was chapter 1! Thoughts? Comments? Please leave a review! It would really help me get inspiration and the motivation to continue this 'till the end.

And um… yes I need help with some stuff. I'm working on it; don't worry.

Thanks for reading! Aaaaaand…

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