ZeroFox: Hi everybody. This is a little something I've been working on for a while. It's Gravity Falls that we all know and love but with somebody else telling the story through their eyes.
Wendy: What up dudes. I'm running the ship now.
ZeroFox: There will be some modifications like some chronological differences with the chapters compared to the show, possible characters acting a little OOC, new episodes, etc. But it's all in good fun. Ratings will vary depending on situation and potty mouths. Any who, this is strictly non-profit and-
Wendy: What?! You mean I'm not getting paid?! Tch, what a ripoff!
ZeroFox: I'd like not to get sued by Mickey Mouse please.
Wendy: Fine. But I swear, if you embarrass me-
ZeroFox: Say, is that Dipper over there?
Wendy: Where?!
ZeroFox: *runs off* CUE DISCLAIMER! CUE DISCLAIMER!
Disclaimer: THE FOLLOWING IS A NON-PROFIT FAN FICTION. GRAVITY FALLS AND ITS CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY ALEX HIRSCH AND DISNEY. PLEASE SUPPORT THE OFFICIAL RELEASE!
What up dudes! Guess who? Mabel? Nah, not that energetic. Dipper? Heh heh…nope. Keep guessing. Soos? Ha ha, nah man but getting there. Stan Pines? Pfft! Yeah right, waaaaaaay off. Come on you guys, keep guessing. Need a hint? Okay, here's your only hint: I'm a flippin' Corduroy! WHAT?! MANLY DAN?! Oh now I know you're messing with me. Wendy? Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner.
Yup, it's the one and only Wendy Corduroy. Ha, what a showboat introduction line. Couldn't help myself, heh heh. Any who, I'm pretty sure you know who I am and by now you should pretty much know about the whole Gravity Falls story with my two friends from California visiting their great uncle (aka, my boss) in a mountain town and discovering the paranormal secrets of the town (which there are a lot of, trust me). However you never seen it through the eyes of somebody who practically has lived through all that.
I suppose I could help you out with that. I mean to be quite honest, that was perhaps the greatest summer I ever had. But be warned, somethings may be a little different from what you saw and you may not like what you discover. Ha, just kidding. Or am I? Ha! Man, those cheesy movies monologues from those bad movies that Dipper and I watched may be rubbing off on me. So let's begin the story. Yo Brad Breeck, let's turn it up in here!
*insert the Gravity Falls Intro Theme*
Chapter 001:
And So It Begins
Now let's rewind all the way to the beginning. Nope, not when Mabel and Dipper arrived. Just a little bit before that. This story starts during the final week of high school. I mean, if there was a hell on earth, that week was it. Long days of doing nothing but work, work, work, work. Oh and the best part? We had to take one gigantic test that pretty much determines if we pass or not (I'm sure you all had to do that before).
If that wasn't a big week of stress, I got hit with a little bad news (by little, I mean I could have cared less at that point). See I was going out with somebody from the baseball time at the time but apparently he was screwing around with some preppy cheerleader behind my back. And get this, he had balls to break up with me because, according to him, 'he didn't feel the love' from me (aka, I didn't go 'further' like that skank. My dad raised me to be a strong woman, not an easy whore). Whatever. Just gonna add him to the list of boyfriend failures (it's a long list that I'll probably delve into later on).
So it's the last day of finals. I catch the luckiest break ever. The last class that was left for me to take the final exam…it was Physical Education, aka Gym class. Yes! Time to show those idiots what this Corduroy is all about. Also the last time I gotta wear those dumb gym shorts and shirt. Got pretty annoying to hear, 'Hey Corduroy, ever hear of a tanning booth?' from the prep student crowd. I mean seriously, could you come up with a lamer insult than that? I heard worse in middle school.
We did a bunch of various activities (i.e. ran laps, push-ups) before coming to the last part of the test. This was the 'Do-or-Die' moment for some. Everybody had to climb a rope to the top of the gym and touch the base near the ceiling before climbing back down. It's pretty high up, I wanna say like 30-40 feet high.
Most people struggled to get off the ground or just whimp out after the midway point. Me, I do it in like 20 seconds without even breaking a sweat. When your dad is a lumberjack and raises you in that lifestyle, scaling objects becomes second nature. I heard some prep girl make a comment about how I was like an animal that should be zoo. Out of nowhere, I saw a random shoe fall and hit her square in the face.
"Whoops! Sorry about that. Forgot to tie my sneaker." I look over to the rope next to me as it's my sister from another mother, Tambry.
"Ha, nice one Tam," I laughed.
"Hey, always got your back," she replied back, quickly taking a picture with her phone, "That looked like it hurt."
We both climbed back down, only to get confronted by the gym teacher, Mrs. Babcock.
"Corduroy….DiCicco…" She then slapped our backs. "Nice job! Especially you DiCicco, didn't think you could be separated from your phone for so long."
Tambry just rolls her eyes while I snickered.
"And Corduroy, nice work. You shattered your record last year by 10 seconds."
I get cheers from the guys and few glares from the girls. Ah, haters gonna hate. Not my fault you spend half the time looking in a mirror instead just going with what you got. It's been working for me for quite some time now….except in the relationship department. *sigh*
Thankfully that was the last exam of the year as everybody in Gravity Falls High School just burst out the door, flinging books and papers everywhere. I do not envy the clean-up crew. At least this will be the last time they gotta do that for the next three months. Plus they're union so it's all good. So it's just myself and Tambry walking down the stairs before we heard our names.
"Yo Tambers! Wendy!"
Tambry just grits her teeth and scowls. She hates being called Tambers.
"Goddamn it Nate! Stop calling me that!"
I looked over to see a tall blonde guy, a shorter guy wearing a baseball cap, a heavy-set guy, and another guy wearing a black hoodie with a red heart on it.
"Yo Nate! Yo Lee! Yo Thompson! Yo Robbie!"
"What up Wendy!"
"Yo Yo Wendy!"
"Hey Wendy."
"Sup home girl."
There are high fives and fist bumps to go around. We all just chatting it up with one another, talking about how lame the exams were. We all get a good laugh when we find out Thompson's cooking partner and the teacher had a bad case of the runs from eating his cookies in Cooking.
"Hey, I said I was sorry. I didn't know Harold and Ms. Cinderilli was allergic to cinnamon."
We all just chant Thompson's name. Nate then slapped him on the back.
"Dude, the look on the teacher's face was priceless! She was like-"
Nate then did an imitation of the teacher's face. Essentially it was a 'look of horror' mixed with 'Oh no!' and a little bit of 'GET OUT OF MY WAY!' We all chant Thompson's name as he looked down.
"Is my cooking that bad?"
"Dude, you nearly made a teacher shit themselves in a classroom," laughed Robbie, "Nobody in our group has ever done that."
"The closest was Lee made Mr. Drinkler throw up when he ate his Pudding Surprise," I said, a grin on my face, "You are the Finals King!"
We continue our chant of "Thompson" as he then looks up, a smile on his face.
"Aww, thanks guys."
Hey, we may give Thompson a hard time like all the time. But every now and again, we give him props for doing something wicked.
We all pile into Thompson's van (well actually it's his mom's van that he's borrowing) since he's the only one to get a license out of all of us. I would totally have one by now but….no comment on that one, heh heh (What? That fire hydrant came out of nowhere!).
So anyways, we decide to head over to 'The Arcade' to just chill and get the stench of school off of us.
*RING* *RING* *RING* *RING*
Uh oh. Let me rephrase that. The gang heads over to 'The Arcade' to just chill and get the stench of school off of them. Me, I get a phone call. I answered. "Hello?"
"Gwendolyn Linda Corduroy! Get home this instant!"
My blood ran cold as I knew who was on the other end. The only time my father called me by my full name is when the shit hits the fan. By the sound of his tone, a big pile just hit.
"S-S-S-Sure thing dad." I immediately hang up before looking at the others. "Sorry dudes, I gotta go home." I immediately start running in the direction of my home from school. It's about 2 miles away as I run, no, I sprinted as fast as I can.
For those who don't know, my father is Daniel Corduroy. But you know him as 'Manly Dan' the Lumberjack. He's bark and bite when he's in town and on the job. At home, he's a little more lenient with myself and 3 younger brothers. But whenever he tells you to come home, you drop what you are doing and get back home.
I arrived like 20 minutes later, wheezing and gasping for air (I like to see you spring 2 miles in 20 minutes in boots). Before I opened the door, it opened up for me. I saw my youngest brother, Alex, as he smirked at me.
"You're in trouble Wendy," he said in a teasing matter.
I shot a glare at him as he runs off in fear, past my dad as he has a scowl on his face and his arms crossed.
"Kitchen."
I see a piece of paper in his giant paw of a left hand. On the top, it read 'Report Card.' Ah *puck* me sideways. I dragged myself into the kitchen, gulping nervously as he follows. We then sit at opposite ends of the table. My dad just looked at me.
"Gwendolyn, what did we talk about at the beginning of the year?"
I don't have a chance to answer.
"If your grades were poor, you'll be working over at your Cousin Fredrick's lumberyard upstate for the summer."
He then showed me my report card. The highest was an 'A+' in Physical Education. The rest were D- or D.
"You're lucky your Physical Education grade brought your average up over passing. You need to take school serious instead of goofing off with those other teens."
I furrowed my brow. "Those other teens happen to be my friend's dad."
"They're a bad influence on you with their constant joking around and pranks."
"Hey, don't talk about my friends like that! They're the only people who don't treat me like I'm sort of freak!"
"But every time you hang around them, you blow off everything else from chores to school work to even jobs!"
My dad's got me there. In this school year, I was fired from like 7 jobs (but that's beside the point in this discussion).
"So maybe some hard work would whip you into shape and teach you how to be responsible."
I then barked out that stereotypical response every high schooler says. "You can't just decide that for me! It's my life."
"When you're under my roof, you follow my rules and follow up on your agreements!" my dad barked back, "We're Corduroys! When we give our word, we stick by it! That applies to you too. You gave your word at the beginning of the school year that you'd at least get a C average and all I see are Ds." My dad then took a deep breath to calm down. He wasn't in the mood to argue. "Tomorrow morning, I'll give Fredrick a call and tell him you're coming to work there for the summer."
I got a huge lump in my throat, tears formed in my eyes. "That's not fair! You're being totally unreasonable dad!"
In hindsight, my dad was being more than fair. I did say I was gonna do better in school than last year and I did give my word to him. However when you're a 15-year old girl still going through puberty, your emotions tend to get the best of you at times.
Now this is the only time my dad has ever displayed his sensitive side. Usually he gets this way when dealing with family (especially with me). He doesn't yell or get violent like he does when out in public (the victims are usually inanimate objects like a telephone book, light post, or just that one idiot who thinks that he can take on Manly Dan in a fight). Rather, the 'manliness' disappears and he's just Daniel Corduroy.
My dad then sighed and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. "Look Wendy, I'm just worried that you are heading down a path where it'll be hard for you to succeed in life." He then looked at me. "You're not gonna be a teenager forever. One day you'll wake up and become a grown woman who might even have to look after a family. But if you don't better yourself now, it's gonna be hard as hell trying to support your family or with the person you're with."
The lump in my throat got bigger, mostly due to guilt and that my dad's word hit me hard. I just feel the tears trickle down my face. My dad saw my current state as he then rubbed the back of his neck.
"Okay look Gwendolyn. If you can get a summer job in town and show that you are responsible enough to keep that job for the entire summer, you can stay in Gravity Falls with your friends."
The waterworks disappeared and got replaced by a big smile. I ran over and hugged my dad. "Thank you! Thank you so much. I promise not to let you down dad."
I then go off to my room, closing the door. I would normally be going out right now to hang with my friends but today, I just wanted to chill on my bed. I flipped on my television before laying on my stomach. Sweet! A cheesy horror movie marathon is on right now. Man, this be so much fun to watch with somebody and make silly commentary. Too bad none of my friends are into that kind of stuff. I just simply watch the screen as the discussion with my dad still buzzed around in my brain. I yawned. It should be simple, right? I mean, how hard can it be to find a job in Gravity Falls?
Next day….
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…..WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND A STUPID JOB?!
If you're a little confused at what just happened, I got up that morning and hopped on my computer to job surf. I figured maybe there will be some job listings online for the stores of Gravity Falls. But after hours of filling out online resumes and send out applications, it seemed like it was a hopeless situation.
Then I decided to check out some other stores, even those in the town next over. Yeah…as soon as typed in who I was, I got a quick response of, "Sorry, the position has been filled." I just bang my head on my desk, a small cry of anguish comes from my mouth. Seriously…it's like I've been blacklisted. This is bullshit! Uggh!
After searching for a while, I came across the only place that would be willing to hire me: the Gravity Falls Movie Theater. I just sighed, facepalming myself. Don't get me wrong here. I mean, I know Thompson is a manager there and both Lee and Nate work there as well. I could easily get a job there like being an usher or working the snack bar. But I know my dad would be object to that in a heartbeat. Also, I heard a rumor that Thompson liked to drink the liquid butter there and I rather not have that image burned into my retinas.
I then decided to head into town and apply in person. I mean, meeting in person could show that I am a responsible person. Right? So I slapped on the cleanest shirt I had, the cleaned jeans, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and just for the heck of it, cleaned the mud off my boots. I had a look of determination on my face as I was ready to take on this challenge head on.
"Ha! Yeah right!"
"We're all set now."
"Sorry, no minors."
"I heard you ate half a delivery pizza. Thanks but no thanks!"
Okay, sooooo…maybe thinks didn't turn up the way I had hoped. That and I may have built a tiny reputation for myself as being a 'poor worker' and such (As for the delivery pizza, I saved the poor guy from eating a crappy pizza. I mean, the crust was burnt, the sauce was too salty, the cheese wasn't fully melted, I think some of my hair got into it). Whatever. But it seemed like my job search was becoming more and more hopeless. By 1:00 p.m., I decided to take a small break to go chill at the Gravity Falls Mall food court.
At the food court, I just chilled and ate nice Italian combo sub with some chips and Pitt cola. Man that hit the spot alright. I looked over a small notepad with list of all the stores I've applied to. Each list has been crossed off. I even tried applying to the Gravity Falls gossiper but Toby Determined scares the crap out of me so that was a no go. I tried applying at the junkyard but they said I had to deal with Old Man McGucket like every Tuesday and Thursday. Yeah, when Manly Dan tells you to stay away from somebody you don't question why.
I flipped the paper over to reveal a list of places I got fired from. I figured maybe they'll give me a second chance. Yeah, I should have saved myself the hassle of getting laughed at or chased out. Not gonna get those 2 hours back. I then hear the chortles and snickering from the table next over. I glance over and see a girl younger than me with bleach blonde hair, wearing a hot pink skirt, boots, and jacket with two other girls.
"Shh, I think she heard you talking about her outfit Pacifica," said one of the girls.
The blonde just snickered. "I just can't believe she goes out dressed like that."
I growled angrily as I knew who that blonde was. Pacifica Northwest. That spoiled rich brat. Just because she comes from a wealthy family, she thinks she can talk down to other people.
"Oh, she's starting to get angry. Better watch yourselves."
Damn it, that's it! I just got up and glared at that prissy bitch and her friends. "Hey Pacifica! If you have something to say, have the *pucking* guts to say it in front of my face you condescending bitch!"
Pacifica just smirked at me. "Wow, such foul language. Were you raised in a barn?" She then laughed. "Oh wait, even that's too rich for you and your hick family."
I just tightened my right hand back into a fist, ready to go over and pound her mascara covered face.
Before I get a chance to, another hand grabbed my arm from behind.
"Woah relax dude. You shouldn't let her to you that bad."
I looked behind me to see an older guy behind me. Well, not an old guy but a cool dude that was just a few years older than me wearing his trademark cap and question mark shirt.
"Soos. What are you doing here?"
"Oh Mr. Pines wanted something for lunch. So I came here to get something for. And what better place for a wide range of food than the Gravity Falls Mall food court. Pretty smart thinking, huh Wendy."
He then did his usual chuckle as I just grinned.
"Not a bad idea Soos. At least it's a variation in different kinds of food." Then an idea hit me…er, more like a much needed break from the headache of job hunting. "Need help man with that dude? I know how finicky that old codger can be when it comes to food."
Soos' face lit up with a big grin.
"Dude, that'd be sweet! It'll be like old times."
By the way, for those who aren't familiar with the big dude, that's Soos Ramirez. I've known him for like half my life. He's like the cool older brother I've always wanted. Very down to earth, not that judgmental, and he gives good advice that surprisingly is very insightful. He's also a pretty sweet handyman that can fix anything and everything. We've hung out plenty of times in the past, especially when I visited the Mystery Shack, his place of work, when I was younger. At one point his boss, one Stanford Pines, gave me free admission for life (don't know why though, never bothered to ask).
"Hold on man, let me just throw my trash out."
I got up from my seat, holding a tray with all my trash before going to a nearby waste basket to throw it. As I was walking away, I heard a bitchy chuckle (Trust me. You'll know it when you hear somebody do it) coming from behind me.
"Running away are we?"
I just turned back to glare at Pacfica. Just calm down Wendy. You're 15, she's 12. If you get into a fight, you might regret it later on. You'll…hold a minute. No twelve year old has that really bright of a blonde hair. I mean, that totally…Oh…Oh heh heh heh heh.
Life lesson folks: You're always gonna run into these snooty girls, who pride themselves on appearance more so than human decency. So, hit them where it hurts.
"Hey Pacifidork, I think your blonde hair dye is fading away. Everybody can see your actual hair color."
The look on her spoiled brat face turns into a look of horror. She immediately grabs a small mirror from her friend to look, a look of terror on her face. "Where?! Where is my real hair color showing?" Her friends try to comfort her as Soos and I walk away, a triumphant look on my face.
"Ha, sweet burn Wendy!"
"Thanks Soos."
"High five dude!"
I high fived Soos as we began our little excursion.
It took some time but we found the perfect meal for Stan. A prune salad. Well not really. I just bought it to give myself a good laugh to see his face reaction. Actually, Soos just got a turkey club sandwich with bacon and a bottle of Pitt Cola. We head out of the mall as I see a golf cart with a giant question mark painted on the hood, aka the Mystery Cart.
"Hop in, I'll drive you to the Mystery Shack."
"Thanks Soos."
"No problem dude."
We both get in as Soos drives us back to his place of work.
"So why were you at the mall dude?"
"Job hunting and such."
"Oh, neat. Find anything?"
"Eh….nothing yet dude."
"I'm sure something will plop into your lap Wendy. Just gotta think positive."
Now I suppose you all know what the Mystery Shack is. For those who don't know, it's the largest Gravity Falls tourist attraction. I mean, people come from miles out just to see it and look around inside. The man in charge of it is Stan Pines, aka Mr. Mystery, aka Mr. 'Fleece'em.' Seriously, the dude jacks up the prices on everything. I don't even know how a cheap snow globe costs $20. Not to mention that half the stuff he shows are just a bunch of taxidermy animals either glued together or had some other object glued on them. I know. My family has help captured and stuffed most of those animals. I mean, there's a squirrel called 'Manly Nuts'….Pfft! Okay…that's the only one that cracks me up. It's a squirrel head on a fake buff body.
Anyways, we arrived at the Shack as bursting out the front door is Stan Pines, fully dressed in his Mr. Mystery outfit.
"Soos! Where the hell were you?! I had a mob of customers come in 15 minutes ago. I had to do everything!"
"Sorry Mr. Pines but I left to get you some lunch," apologized Soos, presenting the bag with the food in it to his boss.
Stan just looks at him and sighs, rubbing his eyes. I think that's his way of apologizing for barking at his employee. I then see the old man do a small smile.
"Ah, well don't disappear like that again without warning me." He then took the bag, getting out the sandwich. "Can't let my number one handyman disappear on me."
"You got it Mr. Pines," replied Soos, doing a miniature salute.
Stan then took out the sandwich and examined it. "So what kind of sandwich is it?"
"A turkey club with a little bacon in it," replied Soos.
"I'm sold!" Stan then took a big bite of it, "Hey, this isn't half bad."
"I also asked if they could put that special mustard you like on it," added Soos.
"Bacon-flavored mustard?" asked Stan, "Wow, you really went out on this one."
"Only the best for my number one da-boss," replied Soos, almost calling Stan 'dad'. Wasn't sure if that was by accident or not.
Me, I just rolled my eyes while a cheeky smirk was on my face. "What a Kodak moment I just witnessed."
Soos then got that look on his face like he had forgotten something. "Oh wow, my bad. Totally forgot you were there Wendy."
"It's cool dude. Didn't want to ruin the moment," I casually replied back.
Soos then turned to look at Stan. "I also came Wendy at the food court as well."
"Hey Mr. Pines," I casually said to him, "I also got you a prune salad with bran dressing."
I showed the salad to Stan as he just gave me an annoyed look.
"Oh ha ha. Very funny Corduroy. Yeah, I'm old. I get the joke. This isn't the first time you pulled that on me."
It wasn't. I've pulled this gag on him plenty of times and I always end up getting the same result each and every time.
For some odd reason, Soos became enamored with the salad. "Wow that looks good. You gonna eat that salad Mr. Pines?"
"Knock yourself out Soos," replied an unenthusiastic Stan as he just handed the salad to Soos.
The young man just devoured the entire bran salad right on the spot. After a few minutes and a stomach pat, we begin the show. "Wow! That tasted-" Cue Soos' stomach letting out aloud growling sound and his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, followed by…"Oh man…oooooo…oooooh! ¡No está bien*! ¡No está bien! Ah! Ah! ¡Necesito ir al baño**! ¡Necesito ir al baño!" And then finished off with Soos sprinting to the bathroom at record speed, hollering in pain.
Stan just placed his hands on his hips as he watched everything. "You'd think he'd learned after the 100th time that's happened."
"I regret nothing!" bellowed Soos' voice from the bathroom, followed by more groaning and the sound of flushing.
I just snickered and chortled to myself, only to see Stan look at me. "So why were you at the food court?"
"Well I'm actually job hunting today so-"
I immediately get cutoff by Stan's obnoxious laughter. A deadpan expression is on my face as he does that. He then cleaned his glasses.
"But seriously, why were you there?"
"I told you, I was job hunting and-" Again, more obnoxious laughter.
This little bit went on for a few minutes until he couldn't laugh anymore. By then, I was looking at a nearby rock and wondered how hard I could throw it at Stan's face.
He then cleaned his glasses on his shirt before looking at me. "But seriously, job hunting? You've been fired from 7 jobs in since last year. You're like the worse hire in town."
Now I would try to say something in response to that. But I decided to just take one gigantic swallow of my pride for this one moment. I immediately just get on my knees, clasping my hands together as I proceeded to beg. "Please Stan, you gotta help me! If I don't get a job soon, my dad's gonna send me upstate to work the summer at my cousin Fredrick's lumberyard."
Stan just raised an eyebrow at the sight and from what he had heard. "Dan is really gonna do that?"
"Yeah and he's dead serious this time."
Stan just sighed, knowing full well that I would be miserable up there. He then rubbed his eyes with his left hand. "I'm gonna regret this, I just know I'm gonna regret this." Stan then looked right at me. "Okay, are you good at basic math? You know, the basics like addition and multiplication."
"Yup, I got a D in it this year," I boastfully replied.
Stan immediately got a deadpan facial expression once I mentioned my math grade. Yeah, not the smartest thing to go around to be proud of.
"*sigh* Can you at least count money?"
"Pfft, relax man. I worked as a cashier at the bowling alley before," I casually reply.
"Did you get fired because you spent half the time bowling there?"
"Eh heh heh…yeah," I sheepishly replied, "But on the plus side, I didn't steal from the register or give back too many refunds."
Stan just casually shrugged his shoulders. "Meh. Good enough for me. Okay you're hired as a cashier girl." He then walked past me to go inside the Shack. "You start in 10."
"What, 10 minutes?" I asked, a little confused by that.
"No, I mean years. Of course minutes! Time is money!"
I just grinned from ear to ear before jumping up and down, cocking my right elbow up and down in a mini celebration. "Yes! I got a job. I got a job! Sorry cousin Fredrick but you won't be getting an extra worker this summer." I then jus "I won't let you down Stan. I promise to do my job well and a Corduroy-"
"Always keeps their word. Yeah, I get that same malarkey from your old man," grumbled Stan, "Now get to your post. The next tour can be here any minute."
He then hands me a nametag as I took a red sharpie marker and scribbled on my name.
"That marker better not be permanent. Otherwise it's coming out of your paycheck."
I just growled in anger before walking over to the register. Not even a minute on the job and he's already riding my ass. This is going to be a fun summer.
Still, I couldn't help but smile though. Maybe it's the fact I'm working with a friend. Maybe it's because I'm working in a place I thought was awesome growing up. Or maybe was the fact I was able to stay and hang with my friends. But whatever the reason, I was riding on Cloud 9. But little did I realize that ride would come to a halt in the near future.
Wendy: Grr! Where is that dumb fox? I swear if I find him, I'm going to a pellet out of him!
ZeroFox: *hiding in a tree* That's it for this chapter. Tune in next time. Also you can leave any comment or constructive critiques in the reviews (no trolling though).
Wendy: WHERE ARE YOU?!
ZeroFox: Gotta run, buh bye!
