Author's Note: Hello, my friends! I've been working on a sequel to The Many Journeys of the Journal for more than a year now, and I figured it's high time I submitted it here! The same OCs that were featured in my previous story are here. This was written primarily by Tori, one of the sharers of the account, but it wouldn't be nearly as fun to read if she hadn't had the help of co-owner Lizzie. She edited most of the chapters and helped me improve! The story also gets better in later chapters, I'm fond of Chapters 9, 10, and 11 in particular! I hope you enjoy it, even if it still is a WIP at the moment!

Chapter 1

"Okay, my boy!" Bart, the local transmorgrifiable item technician, bellowed as he placed a blackberry on a table in front of his uncertain-looking apprentice. "Keep your focus steady and you should manage to transmogrify this blackberry!"

His trainee, the usually-vivacious-but-not-when-he's-in-training Yoto, let out a drawn-out sigh, like a Taffly sat on by an Elephanilla. "Uncle Bart, you know this is going to blow up all over the place, right?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow at his uncle.

"Don't talk like that, lad!" Bart barked.

"Well, it's true!"

"Never count your Cluckles before they hatch!" Bart grabbed the top of Yoto's head and whirled it to face the blackberry. "Remember, focus is the key! You never know when your mind is going to accept your destiny as a Tinker!"

"Sure, sure, sure, fine, fine, fine, I'll try, try, try," Yoto gave up protesting. He never won anyway; Bart didn't get where he was today without being persistent.

"Good, good, good," Bart nodded over crossed arms.

Yoto fixed his gaze on the blackberry, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he began to wave his hands around it. His focus was quickly interrupted, however, by a loud yell from the other room.

A"YOTOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed a vaguely familiar voice.

"AAAAAGH!" Yoto yelled in alarm as this time the loud noise didn't come from him. The blackberry promptly exploded with an offensive sound and splattered dark purple goop all over the table, Yoto, and Bart.

"Who in God's name-?!?!" Bart sputtered in shock as he pulled an already-stained rag from his pocket and began wiping the purple splatter from his mask.

A bathrobe-clad-and-maskless Yen threw open the door, wearing a glare that could make even the nefarious Professor Pester wet himself and run for the hills. "Yoto, I know you did-" Yen tried to growl before being interrupted.

"YEN!" Bart whipped to face him. "Why'd you have to choose a time like THIS to suddenly develop voluminous vocal cords? You caused your little brother to make YET ANOTHER mistake and you scared the living hell out of-" Bart stopped abruptly and blinked twice. "…why on God's green Earth is your hair PINK, boy?!" He covered the mouth of his mask in a vain attempt to silence a snicker.

"You just laughed, didn't you?!" Yen's glare intensified under his dripping and now-Galagoogoo-colored bangs. Yoto couldn't hold back any longer and let off a bout of loud laughter.

"Don't take that tone with me, lad!" Bart scolded Yen, his words barely audible over Yoto's guffaws.

"I-I didn't know if it would actually work!" Yoto wiped a tear from his eye. "I never even expected your hair to turn THIS pink!"

Yen slammed his palm against his forehead. "I KNEW this was your fault!"

"What on Earth did you DO, boy?" Bart crossed his arms and fixed Yoto with a questioning gaze. Yen was supposed to be the more intelligent twin after all.

"I put somethin' in his shampoo," Yoto grinned, but it quickly faded, like the color from a sick piñata. "You aren't going to hit me, are you?"

"Of course not, dyeing someone's hair pink isn't a felony!" Bart shook his head and Yoto gave a relieved sigh. Bart's eyes darted over to Yoto's older twin. "But I will buffet Yen if he isn't willing to put some clothes on and run a few errands in spite of his current follicular state!"

Yen's dark blue eyes widened a bit. "But-"

"No buts, boy, suck it up!" Bart stabbed an index finger at the door that led to the other room.

Yen reluctantly deprived the room of his pink-haired presence while grumbling under his breath.

"Sorry, Yen, Yoto's not 'ere," Avalon glanced up from her orchids just as Yen ambled into her garden.

"I'm not looking for Yoto today," Yen tugged his hood a little farther down his forehead in an attempt to hide his hair. "I was just wondering if you had any Gooseberries to spare…" Yen's eyes darted over to a small cluster of Gooseberry bushes in the corner of Avalon's garden. "I can pay you for them if you want…" Yen began fishing in his pockets. "Uncle Bart sent me for some and I really don't feel like dealing with Mrs. Costolot today…"

"Oi, I can empathize there," Avalon shook her head at the mention of the general store owner's name. "Sure, take all yew need, and yew don't 'ave to pay me." She squinted at Yen and planted her hands on her hips. "But yew better not expect to get free stuff from me every time yew waltz in 'ere, kid."

"Promise," Yen sauntered over to the gooseberry bushes without a thank you or a second glance and began pocketing a few of the berries.

"'Ey, why's your 'ood up?" Avalon raised a curious eyebrow at Yen as she oversaw him. "It's not raining or anything, kid."

Yen sighed and softly mumbled, "It's my hair…"

"What, did your brother shave your 'ead or something?"

"No, worse," Yen reluctantly pulled his hood down, and his now-pink hair flopped into its usual place and covered his left eye. "He put something in my shampoo…and this happened…"

Avalon choked on a chuckle and Yen narrowed his eyes.

"S-sorry, Yen, it's just that your brother is such a-" Avalon's snicker-filled speech was interrupted by an even louder bout of laughter from the outskirts of her garden.

"Ah-hahahahaha-oh! Yen, what happened?! You look like a GALAGOOGOO!" Seedos was leaning against a tree by the garden entrance, nearly choking with laughter. Yen's face burned underneath his mask and he quickly snapped his hood back up.

"'Is brother put something in 'is shampoo, poor kid, heheheh…" Avalon chuckled and shook her head.

"…your sympathy is overwhelming…" Yen crossed his arms and sighed as he looked away.

Seedos cleared his throat and continued his foray down the path. "Avalon, do you need any seeds today-"

"No, Seedos, please go 'ome, it's impossible to get any work done with yew criticizing my plants," Avalon pointed in the direction Seedos came from dismissively.

Seedos stomped a foot. "Oh, excuuuuuuuse me for having perfectly valid opinions!" He crossed his arms and gave Avalon a Look. "Look, if it wasn't for me, your plants wouldn't be HALF as good as they are!"

"No, Seedos, my plants are good because I 'ave a sense for wot I do! It doesn't matter if 'a leaf is pointing at the wrong angle' or any of that other nonsense yew spout every time yew come through 'ere!"

"It's NOT NONSENSE!" Seedos whined. "You just don't want to say that I know what I'm talking about because you don't want to admit you're inferior!" Seedos adjusted his glasses.

"Why, yew little…" Avalon seethed through gritted teeth.

"Thanks, Avalon…" the forgotten Yen murmured even though he was sure he wasn't heard over the bickering before he slipped out of the garden unnoticed.