"Grif!" Simmons shouted.

"Grif!" Simmons started to shake the fat soldier.

"GRIF!"

"I can hear you, you know!? What do you want?!" Grif sat up and grumbled. To him all Simmons did was wake him up from a peaceful nap.

"Well if you haven't noticed we're in some kind of forest. I don't think napping is the best solution."

His words ran true as around them was foliage of a forest. Maybe even a swamp. Hell maybe they're just in an area with a lot of trees not classified as a forest.

Grif just shrugged. "Napping is always the solution. Now if you don't mind."

"Come on Grif! At least acknowledge we're not in our armor."

"Huh?"

On quick look at Grif said a lot. He was in some kind of different orange armor. It looked rather heavy too, but it was actually light compared to what Grif was wearing earlier. There was a detachable shield in front of the breastplate.

Grif could only have one thing to say to this, "No! My food stash!"

"I'm surprised you even have a food stash, but that's what you're worried about?"

"Who knows how long it'll be before I starve to death?"

"At least you have armor! All I have is just some regular clothes on."

Simmons was wearing a maroon shirt and blue pants. Though uh…

"What's up with the bow?" Grif questioned.

"I don't know. I found it on me, plus some arrows."

Grif something in his hand…. a lance was in his hand. How come he didn't notice it before? Well he's Grif so….

"Sweet a spear! Now I can get food at longer distances. I don't have to get up anymore. I can change the channel with this. Annoy whoever passes by me-"

"Okay. First off that's impractical. Second it's not a spear, it's an iron lance. You see a spear is-"

"Shut it." Grif deadpanned. "Anyway why do we look like we're at one of your creepy roleplay things."

"Hey! It's not creepy, it's a good way to enhance your imagination! I don't know why! If I did I would be telling you!"

"Sheesh. Calm down."

"I can't! I don't know where Sarge is! I don't know where anyone else is either! So simply put I can't calm down!"

"Um… excuse me." A voice called out to them, but they couldn't hear it.

"Like I said, calm down. Don't overthink things."

"Hey." The voice called out again.

"What did I just tell you Grif?! I can't calm down! What if Sarge wants me to do something that requires my specialty and I'm not there!? What if he has no one to do something too dangerous for him to do and I'm not there?! What if-"

"HEY!" The voice yelled out.

Simmons stopped his rambling and turned. Grif just turned. There was a brown haired girl with freckles standing in the direction they were facing. She was wearing some kind ye- old medieval- villager outfit. She was also carrying a bronze lance.

"Sorry. I just needed your attention."

"Well you got it." Grif snarked.

Simmons was taking deep breaths trying to calm himself from his rants.

"Do you happen to know where I am? I vaguely remember my village being attacked by…. Something. All I know is I just ran with the clothes on my back and this lance."

Grif just shrugged his shoulders, "We have no idea where we are either. This guy over here is too panicked to even try to figure that out."

"Hey at least I was trying to do something! Not deciding on taking a nap!"

The girl stood silent for a little bit, "I see…. You don't know either."

"Yep."

"Do you want to try to find a way out, together?"

"I don't know sounds like a lot of hard work."

Simmons glared at Grif, "Grif! We have to get out of here and link up with Sarge."

Grif placed a palm on his head, "Fine, but if we get lost in here you're the one doing the hunting." He turned to the girl, "Anyway that's Simmons and I'm Grif."

"I'm Mozu."

"Good now let's get out of here before Simmons has another panic attack."

The trio would try to find their own way out of the forest.

"Stupid forest." Simmons grumbled.

…

Here we go something I may or may not come back to depending on my mood. Anyway this story takes place during the Conquest route of Fates. Once again this thing entirely depends on my mood.

The Mozu thing was just me trying to do something. Why the hell would Corrin travel to Hoshido to save a village there? I mean more like how the hell did he travel so far so fast? The paralogue is on the other side of a mountain.

Anyway try to guess what classes the others will be if you want.