"We're here. Muscle up." Mover 1 says to the other man. Mover 2 nods and opens up the truck to start transferring the family's stuff into their new house.

Jack rolls his eyes as Mover 2 began to struggle with the boxes already. He didn't know their names, and quite frankly, he didn't care. He didn't want to be here in the slightest.

He watches the movers for a bit longer before glancing furtively over his shoulder, then hops down the steps and moves diagonally away from the house. Jack moves towards a shrub and once he gets there, he reaches into the shrub and breaks off a forked branch. He removes the stick's red leaves, aims it like a magic stick and heads into the garden.

A minute later a kid pops up out of the bushes with a black cat in his arms. The cat wiggles out of the boy's arms and ignoring the boy's protests, he follows Jack. The boy shakes his head and climbs out of the shrub to find something to do now that he's seen his new neighbors.

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Jack explores the drained, crumbling pond. He finds an old turtle shell in the muck and holds it up. After rapping on it to make sure it's empty, he puts the shell into his shoulder bag. "Dad'll think this is cool." He muttered before continuing his exploring.

Soon he comes across a vine-covered bridge. He pushed the dead vines off the railings to get a better look. Jack aims his forked stick once more then follows it up from the pond and out the back gate. He finds a faint path leading down the steep hill and he follows it down. Halfway down, his foot sinks into the mud and his face twists into disgust. "Mom's gonna kill me for getting these dirty." He yanks his foot out of the mud, thinking to himself to take them off and hose them down before he goes inside his house.

SNAP

Jack sharply turned around to face the rocks. "Hello? Who's there?" He narrowed his eyes at the rocks and picked up a small rock to throw it over the rocks. A sharp hiss cut through the silence and a cat popped out. The black cat glared at him and looked as if it wanted to murder him. "Sorry kitty, I didn't mean to hurt you." The cat rolled it's eyes and hopped onto a tree trunk. Jack took a step forward and reached out a hand to pet the cat, but quickly pulled his hand back when the cat hissed and raised his claw.

"Geez sorry," Jack grumbled. "I was just trying to pet you." He sighs and hops into the middle of a circle of mushrooms. "I probably deserve it though, for throwing a rock at you." The cat meowed as if it agreed.

"Anyway," Jack looked at the cat, "do you know where the secret well is?" The cat stared at him. "Right, you're a cat. Of course you're not going to answer me."

He raises his stick into the air and begins to chant, "All mighty and power stick, all mighty and powerful stick, show me the well!"

"One, I'm pretty sure that's not how you find a well and two, you moved here recently, right?"

Jack gave a small shriek and dropped his stick. He turned around and glared at the other kid. "Jesus, you gave me a heart attack!"

The other kid threw his hands up in front of him in defense. "Sorry, I-I am so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, I saw you earlier and wanted to meet you!"

"It's fine." Jack reached down to pick his stick back up. "To answer your question, yes, I did just move in. And I know, it's stupid to try and find a well like that."

"Oh." The kid shifted his feet as he thought of what to say. "My name's Mark, what's yours?"

"My birth name's Sean, but I like to go by Jack." He twirls the stick around and throws an irritated glance at the direction the house was in. "So… do you know where the secret well is?"

Mark pointed at the ground beneath him. "You're standing on it."

Jack's expression turned into fear and he hopped out of the circle of mushrooms. "Why didn't you say anything!? I could have fallen in!"

"Sorry, I thought you'd be fine," Mark mumbled. "I've never fallen through it and I'm probably heavier than you." He walked over there and begin to jump where the well was. "See?"

Jack shuddered and grabbed Mark's arm to yank him off. "Don't do that! You could break it and fall in."

"Mrrow."

"See, even the cat agrees with me."

Mark snorts and moved to pick the cat up from the tree trunk. "This guy hates when I do anything that can be considered dangerous. He hisses up a storm until I stop. I'm actually surprised he didn't do that this time." He lovingly scratched between the cat's ears. "I love him though."

"He's yours?"

"Kinda. He just showed up one day and my grandma feeds him. He doesn't really stay in the house though, he likes to roam around."

"What's his name?" Jack reached out to pet him but was once again refused.

Mark snorted and continued petting the cat. "Yeah, good luck trying to pet him. He hates everyone except me and my grandma. His name's Dark."

Jack glanced down at the black cat and raised an eyebrow. "Dark?"

Mark's cheeks turned a light pink in embarrassment. "I didn't name him, my grandma did."

"Leave it up to grandma's to pick basic names," Jack chuckled.

"Ha, yeah…"

Jack twirled his stick in his hands. "What're you doing out here anyway?"

"I was looking for him." He gestured to Dark. "And I wanted to meet you."

"Why?"

"There's not many kids around here," Mark explained. "My grandma doesn't let many people with kids move here."

Jack sat down on a log and put his hands in his palms. "I smell a story."

Mark grimaced. "I'm not allowed to talk about it."

"Oh."

"MARK!"

Mark flinched. "I gotta go. My grandma's calling me. See you later?"

Jack nodded. "Yeah. See you later."

After Mark was a few feet away, he suddenly turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Aw crap, I forgot to tell you! Drop the stick, it's poison oak!" Jack quickly dropped the stick with a look of disgust on his face.

"And you couldn't have told me that earlier!?" He shouted back as he wiped his hands on his shirt.

"Sorry!"

"MARK FISCHBACH!"

"I gotta go, but I'll see you later!" Mark took off running.

"Goof." Jack chuckled, shaking his head. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all.

As he thought of heading back to the house, he glanced at the well.

"I wonder how deep it is," He muttered. He picks up a pebble and kneels down to drop it into one of the holes in the seal. Ear hovering over the hole, he counts until he hears a faint "plop" far below. "Man that's deep," He comments. "Now I especially will avoid falling down into it."

A few moments after, fat raindrops began to fall around him. Jack hissed and took off running back to his house.