Ok... So this is a spur of the moment fict. because this fandom NEEDS more FANFICTION. (lmao) I'm also so upset that they canceled the show... such is life. Fuck you Disney. You finally made a good cartoon and then proceeded to piss on my growing appreciation for your non- movies. (Because most of their shows suck except for this one and Gravity Falls which is also done...) Am I getting across okay? Sweeeet.

Rant aside. I haven't written a new fict. since High-school. Now I hope I can entertain and woe you lovely audience with my improved skills.

All love, encouragement and constructive criticism are graciously welcome. Because if you like it, let me know so I'm motivated to write more!

Anyways, let me know what you guys think,

Stay beautiful guys,
~JAG

Ps... I need to come back and edit later.

It was a slow and agonizing rise from the dead- or was it unconsciousness? To hell if Hater knew; he felt pretty flarping dead after that fall. With a long groan of discomfort and effort, his head rose, both hearing and feeling the crack of his cervical vertebrae. A few joints would have to be shoved back into place, but otherwise, it was all just surface pain. Being Lord Hater, he'd been through much worse and could come around fairly quickly. Situated on his stomach, the villain really had to turn his head and squint to see the top of the cavern. Was it even a cavern? How far had they fallen? Everything suddenly came to a halt.

Wait. Oh Grop no. Hadn't Wander grabbed onto him when they fell?

Surely enough, it only took a swivel of the eyes to spot a furry, orange arm in his view. Hater nearly slammed his forehead back down against the rock, letting out a shrill flurry of curses in frustration. Once again fate, had to be one bitch of a mistress.

Finally, he lifted his arms in order to push himself up from the ground. Well, one of them at least. The other's circuitry had been fried to the point where he couldn't even push electricity through the components. How stupid. It was his good hand too.

Hater was up on his knees now, scowling at his limp right hand. Then back to Wander. Then back to his hand. He couldn't decide which situation pissed him off more.

Speaking of his ultimate nemesis, Wander hadn't moved an inch. His ugly, green hat nowhere in sight. Perfect! He could stay like that while the Great and Powerful Lord Hater called for backup. He brought his left hand up and accessed the Hater Comm. Unit.

"PEEPERS!" He yelled into his glove and a screech of gob-awful static came back to assault him. Hater winced and brought the hand as far away from his face as possible.

Apparently the left servo had taken damage too. Or the signal was non-existent down here.

"Greeeeeeeeeeaaaatttt." The super villain droned, disconnecting the device. "Today's going to one of these days, huh?"

"I dunno," a weak voice groaned. "It's not that bad really, other than this darn headache."

A disgusted shiver sprinted up Haters back on a million legs and his spine shot straight. All the air left his ribs in one solid whoosh. "Yup. That just answered it." He really didn't have the energy the scream and run about in hatred like he usually did when in close proximity with Wander.

The nomad was staring up at him with a slightly dopey look. Not quite a smile, as his head throbbed, but enough to put Hater on edge even further. "Daw, Hatey… Don't be like that. We did kinda save each other after all." It was partly true on Wander's behalf. Dominator was inches from hitting him and Hater with a blast of molten lava. He'd grabbed the Villain to push him out of the way but Haters foot slipped off the edge of a crack in the ground opening under his feet. It turned out that them both nearly falling to their deaths saved them both from her line of fire.

"WHAT!? I DIDN'T SAVE YOU AT ALL!" Never mind the lack of energy. This irritating fur ball was beginning to rile Hater up again fairly quickly. It really must have been a hidden talent. "You pushed us over the edge! We fell into a hole! My arm's broken! I can't contact Peepers and now I'm stuck down here with YOU."

"Now, now. You say it like it's a bad thing!" Wander piped up over the beginnings of a rant.

"IT IS!"

"Come on now. This is a good time to get to know each other! I don't think Silvia or anyone else is gonna find us any time soon down here. Speaking of, do you see a way out anywhere?-"

"NO, NO, NO!"

Hater leapt to his feet, albeit a bit clumsily, his eyes darting every which corner for some way out. Only one presented itself and it lead deeper into the ground. At this point, he'd take it. The All-Powerful and Terrible Lord Hater ran for it. Like a scared little girl into the mouth of the tunnel.

He maybe ran for a good three minutes in the dark, lighting his way with constant bursts of green light from his left palm. There had to be a way out. There must be a way out.

The adrenaline had begun to run out by the fourth minute and he slowed to a walk, his chest gulping down air. Hater came to a full stop in the dark and stood there. Something felt off about this whole thing. Not just the fact that he'd been rushing around blindly in a network of tunnels resembling a madman, but that his reason for running hadn't followed him.

It just- unsettled him? Was that the right word?

He looked back behind him, staring at the void-like darkness from which he came. Waiting and listening patiently for the patter of small feet.

Patience for Lord Hater usually lasted the span of five seconds.

Should he go back? He wondered. Was Wander dead? Maybe he could just leave him here to die.

The thought was appealing at first, causing Hater's skeletal jaw to widen in a grin; but then the dream of ending Wander himself decided to knock around in his skull.

One thing was for sure.

Hater knew he was going to regret this.

He turned strait around and went back the way he came, deciding to walk this time. It took a good ten minutes to reach the cavern again and it was a constant mental battle the whole way.

Wander was right where Hater left him on the ground. On his back with limbs in disarray. The hat he usually wore was nowhere to be seen, concluding that it must have been left above during the fight with Dominator.

Odd thing was out of all of this was that the orange menace was asleep once again.

Hater sighed. Why the hell was he doing this again? Oh right… personal satisfaction of torturing him later. He reached down and picked up the limp Wander, making the nomad look like a large stuffed animal. The place where his head once rested had Hater gritting his teeth unconsciously. Was that blood on the ground? Was that there before? He placed Wander back on the rocky turf, none too gently and sure enough, the fur on the back of his head was matted with sticky red.

That probably wasn't a good thing. Oh well. Hater shrugged and picked Wander up again. His one hand fit tightly around the others chest and under his arms, keeping him from slipping out of his grasp. He squeezed his hand a bit, wondering how much pressure it would take to splinter the little hick's ribs. What Hater didn't expect was the whimper of pain that came from Wander's mouth. He blinked at his enemy's wounded form. It was a very… depressing noise. He enjoyed screams of pain and terror, but this seemed different.

Brain…. It's time to shut up now.

Hater grumbled and made way for the tunnel again. This wasn't meant to be thought over. Wander was just a thorn in his side. A really long thorn. He could figure out how to dispose of him properly later. For now, it was time to get back to the surface.

When Wander woke up for the second time he felt sick. Not nauseous, but very dizzy. The only light he could see was a familiar green. It lit up the narrow tunnel, the ceiling just high enough for Hater to stand. Speaking of, Lord Hater, he had Wander's sneakers dragging along the rocky floor as he carried him. All the nomad could hear was the villain's steady breathing and the swish of robes as he walked.

How long had he been out for? He felt gross and sticky. Also parched and tongue-tied. How long had Lord Hater been carrying him through these tunnels?

"uh.. Hatey buddy. Where are we?" Hater stopped in his tracks and quickly brought Wander up to face him. The smaller of the two gasped in pain as the sudden movement jostled his head.

"Well, well. Look who decided to wake up." The scowl contorting his face being a normal sight for the nomad. "About time!" He then proceeded to drop Wander on his feet.

Wander wasn't ready again for what was coming and his legs crumbled under the weight of his vertigo. He did however manage to grab hold of Hater's cloak while he fell, cushioning the fall slightly.

"ow. 'm sorry." Wander wasn't looking up. His face muffled into the material of his 'Frienemy's' cloak against the ground. He could feel Haters eyes on his back. He couldn't bring himself to move an inch and it seemed to either irritate or worry the evil-doer into silence.

"Wander. Stand up."

"ah can't."

"Why?"

"My noggin's swimmin'."

Another period of silence greeted them in the dark.

Hater was the first to react to the situation, letting out a frustrated sigh and grabbing Wander around the ribs once more. "Whatever."

Once again they were back to where they stared when Wander first awoke. Only this time his feet weren't dragging along the ground. What a nice gesture, Wander observed and smiled tiredly. He was trying to stay awake. If his head injury was as bad as he thought it probably was, than sleeping was probably not the smartest idea. And what was the best way to distracting yourself? Well, conversation of course!

"Heya Hatey, so what did happen to your arm? Does it hurt? Didn't you say it was broken?" Wander could hear the distinct grinding teeth belonging to the peeved Lord Hater above him.

"I fell on it. No. And Yes." He spat into the darkness, not bothering to look down.

"Huh." Wander acknowledged none the less. It was understandable for Hatey-bo-Batey to be so grumpy. They were in a pickle after all. "Thanks for the help by the way. My legs're like noodles right now." He giggled. "My hats got bandages in it we can use. Maybe it'll help your- ohgobwheresmyHAT!" The suddenness of Wanders increased pitch had Hater jumping in panic. The nomad began to struggle weakly in his grasp. "I gotta go back! I need my hat!"

"It's not there! I looked already!" Hater's voice began to rise again as well. "We're not going back either! It's been like- an HOUR since we were there!"

Wander slumped back into the other's grip and muttered a tearful, "oh."

Once more. Awkward silence. At least now Wander felt a little more awake, while fueled mostly by anxiety. No they really were stuck down here.

"Ugh, Finally! Something different!" Hater's voice started the other out of his funk and he looked up. The tunnel split into two identical others. The left looked stagnant and dead, while from the other he could feel a breeze brush against the still sticky back of his head-

"We'll go this way!"

"W-Wait!" Wander yelped as Hater darted to the more ominous opening, dragging him along. "That way's got an air current! It should be closer to the surface! Hater, slow down!"

"Hah!" Hater continued his trek forwards. "Don't you dare question my sense of direction! I know the Dark and Scary like the back of my hands!"

Did he not feel that breeze?! Oh wait…. Hater didn't have skin.

"Please, Hate'! I felt wind coming from that way!" Maybe he could reason with him?

"How would you know? You hit your head!" The evil overlord retaliated and quite childishly too.

Welp. He wasn't wrong there. I'll just have to believe him. Maybe he does know what he's talking about, Wander concluded. A smile creeping back into his features.

Oh boy was he wrong.

"Where… are we?" Well, at least they found some other form of life down there. This room was scattered with glowing mushrooms and Hater no longer had to keep the way lit.

The super villain had put Wander down and was now staring out into the wider cavern. His question echoing off the walls.

"Hey, it's ok." Wander chirped, "We've got light now; and look, it's no longer so cramped! Oh! We've found water too!" The faintness had begun to clear already and now the Nomad could think clearly.

"Maybe we should sleep here and head back for the other tunnel after we're well rested. I think we both need ta take it easy."

"But!..." Hater looked back at Wander, slightly panicked before trailing off in quiet agreement. He muttered something in the direction of the far wall, hopefully an 'okay' because that's what Wander assumed it to be.

"Okee Dokee, Hatey ol' Pal! I think we'll both- feel better afterwards and then we'll really find a way out!" He yawned mid-sentence. At this point, Wander made the conclusion that he wasn't suffering from a concussion. When you've lived for over a thousand years you learn to pick up on certain things. He settled against a mushroom almost twice his size and shut his eyes. It felt abnormal sleeping without his trusty hat at least at his side, but like the last time he'd lost his oldest friend he had to at least try to keep his cool. As hard as it may be. Perhaps when he's more awake he'll finally hit full panic mode.

Wander could hear the shift of fabric and the thump of a back hitting the adjacent mushroom for his. Hater was buckling down for the night now as well. It was probably time to do the same.