Jamface watched Gus leave with Mickey, Oswald and the Mad Doctor before sighed and turning back towards the blotworx dragon. He noticed it, or, rather she,(The two animatronics seemed to have genders, and this one seemed female for some reason) tilted her head in confusion. He waved a hand dismissively. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." But for some reason, he felt something was wrong. It was probably paranoia, but he had felt something wrong with Prescott before. Some called it "sibling's intuition", much like "Mother's intuition" but with siblings, but he called it coincidence. Anyone could have told that something was wrong with Prescott, he acted coldly, sarcastic, etc. He frowned, something did feel...off. I'll ask Gus about Prescott later. It appeared, though, like he didn't need to. He watched in confusion as the Mad Doctor ran out of City Hall, looking deeply concerned, with Gus, Mickey and Oswald following, looking confused. "What's wrong with them?" He looked over at his cousin, Markus, whose arm was in a sling. "I don't know...they went to check on Prescott. Is something wrong?" He internally facepalmed at his stupid question, of course something must be wrong if they were in such a rush! "Aren't you going to check on what's wrong?" Markus asked. "I mean, Prescott is your brother, even if you don't get alone." Jamface shook his head. "No, I checked on him once, and he didn't seem to care that I did." He could feel his cousin's gaze on him, but he didn't really care. After all, his brother was willing to try and kill Mickey and Oswald, and perhaps even Gus, should their father had tried to intervene. So why should I care? He wasn't sure why he did in the first place. "Jamface, I know you probably feel betrayed and enraged by his choice..." No joking. "But he needs you and Gus more than you can even think right now." Jamface shook his head, frowning. "I doubt that, mon cousin. If he needed me so badly, he wouldn't shove me away." Markus was silent a few moments, before asking: "Do you love your brother?" Jamface looked at him with a shocked face. Where's this coming from!? "Oui..." He replied slowly. "But why-"
"Then you won't abandon him, no matter how much he tries to shut you out. Jamface, a lot of folks here are against him. The Mad Doctor, sure, he did something bad, but the Guardians found him worthy to be turned into a toon again and he saved Mickey and Oswald. But Prescott didn't do that." Jamface felt an unexpected flash of rage, speaking lowly in a mix of French and English. "Mon frère was a marionette to that Docteur fou" He said the Mad Doctor's name in French, venom dripping from his words and spitting the name out like it tasted bad. "He was falsely led to obscurité instead of lumière by a man who convinced him that he was unloved and uncared for. Do not speak of Prescott lowly while you at the same time give the bénéfice du doute to a man who gained our trust, then shattered it." Along with Gus, Jamface wasn't going to forgive the Mad Doctor so easily. He could understand people doubting his brother. He could even defend those people, Prescott did betray them after all, and that mistrust and doubt was understandable. But someone who compared a puppet to his dangerous puppeteer was unacceptable, even if it was his own family. Markus backed away a moment, looking a bit surprised by his sudden anger. "I said that last part to see if you would defend Prescott...I didn't expect you to get angry." Jamface turned away a moment, letting his rage fade away. "I didn't either. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"Don't be. What came over you was love for your sibling and anger for the person who used him. And even if I don't understand French too well, I could understand at least that you were angry that someone would give the benefit of the doubt to the Mad Doctor." Jamface blinked at his cousin, who smiled. "I don't think I've ever heard you get so overprotective of him." Jamface sighed, shaking his head. "Don't...do that to me again, alright?" Markus's smile faded, replaced by a worried look. "Did I bother you that much?" Jamface opened his mouth to reply before Gus suddenly teleported next to him, eyes wide and worried. Jamface looked at him, before his (metaphorical, since he no longer had one)heart nearly stopped, seeing Prescott's goggles in Gus's clenched fist. "Jamface, something horrible is happening." Oh please don't tell me this has to do with Prescott! Please, please, let this be about something else! Don't let my bad feeling about Prescott be true! "Prescott is missing, and Big Pete, Small Pete and Pete Pan are plotting something." No! Okay, maybe sibling's intuition is a thing, but that doesn't matter! My brother is in danger! Once again, he was surprised by how much he cared. But the idea of his final brother dying scared him, he couldn't lose anymore family. "They're in Ventureland, but we need to hurry." Gus said, seeing the fearful look he had. He grabbed his arm and teleported to where Gus had come from. Jamface looked around. They looked to be in a study, which had the Mad Doctor, Oswald and Mickey inside. Mickey gave him a puzzled look, tilting his head curiously. "Jamface? I thought you hated Prescott." He shook his head, looking at the mouse who had saved them twice now. "No, Prescott and I are brothers. We just don't get along, not after I was put in Markus's place." He explained. "And besides, Jamface has some kind of 'Brother's intuition' or something. He can help find Prescott." Oswald said. Sibling intuition MAY be a thing, I still think it's coincidence, and unless I know that Prescott is in pain and he turns out to be in pain, I'm not relying solely on that. It'd be foolish to rely solely on something that he wasn't even sure existed. "Anyway, we should get going to Ventureland. If they get too far ahead, we'll never catch up." Jamface swallowed hard at Oswald's point, knowing he was right. The Petes weren't fast, but with a Gremlin with them, they could be anywhere.

It didn't take long to get to the projector to Ventureland. All they really had to do was go through Autotopia, and with the Blotworx now being friendly, there was no danger. When they got to Ventureland, a lot of foliage was pressed down and pushed to the side. Well, they aren't smart enough to make it less obvious. He though, flying over. "I think they went this way." He said, looking at the group. Gus came up next to him and nodded. "I believe so. Not very secretive, are they?" He asked, thinking. "They may be trying to get us to come." The Mad Doctor suggested. Jamface looked at him, blinking. "Oh, hey, you aren't singing for once. Why are you here again?" Oswald sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Don't start. Let's just go." And like the leader he was, he marched onto the path, followed by Mickey, then the Mad Doctor, finally followed by the two gremlins. "We can't fight with him now." Gus put a hand on Jamface's shoulder. "Jamface, I brought you because Prescott needs us more now than ever. Both of us." Jamface shook his head. "Then why would he push us away?"
"Prescott has always been strong, intelligent. And he learned that he was a puppet, he probably no longer knows his purpose."
"You didn't answer my question."
"If you thought you were only good as a puppet, would you let others care about you?"
Jamface paused. Would he? He had never been in that kind of situation, but Prescott was in that situation. "I...don't know." He admitted, floating over a thorn bush. "But...I'm honestly worried, I can't lose anymore family." Gus nodded understandingly, looking ahead. Jamface appreciated the silence for once, though he wasn't sure why. Jamface watched Mickey and Oswald, who were speaking in hushed tones. He couldn't hear them. It probably isn't a conversation for my ears. He thought. Whatever they were saying wasn't his business unless they spoke to him about it. Though, soon the silence made him want to squirm. He wasn't used to the quiet, he was used to the busy Mean Street. "Any leads?" He asked, loud enough for Oswald and Mickey to hear. "Ya worried?" Oswald asked sympathetically. "Uh, yeah." But I can't stand the quiet for long. "Sorry, Jamface. Nothing yet." Oswald sighed. "Just trampled foliage." Jamface sighed. Do "adventures" usually take this long to find a good lead? Prescott, if you die after all this, I'll never forgive you!

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Prescott looked over the blueprints with a wide frown. He didn't want to do it, he didn't want to make it. But he really didn't have much of an option at this point. He looked up as Small Pete returned with what seemed to be supplies. "This isn't a good idea." He said flatly, despite knowing it wouldn't change anything. "It's a very bad one." Pete Pan rolled his eyes, and Big Pete scoffed. "Ya think we care? Pete Pan, scout the area for me." The green dressed cat walked away as Prescott crossed his arms grouchily, before realizing that he could teleport away. He hopped in the air, but immediately Big Pete grabbed him, squeezing hard. Prescott's eyes went wide and he struggled, only for his captor's grip to tighten. "Don't even think about it, bub. Cats have fast reflexes, ya know. Next time, I'll break a leg so you can't jump into the air, got it?" Prescott swallowed hard and nodded quickly, flinching away from Big Pete's hot breath. "Despite how hard ya try, you ain't getting out of this. Don't try it again." Prescott nodded again. "S-sorry!" He didn't usually stutter, but being sarcastic or "mean" in this situation would get him hurt. Badly. "Slippery, ain't he?" Small Pete asked, glaring at the gremlin. "Looks like it. But I think I scared 'im enough to not try it again." Big Pete smiled. "Ain't dat right?" Prescott nodded a third time. It didn't take long for Pete Pan to return. "Dere's a river up ahead, couldn't tell if it was paint or water. I think we can wade across, 'dough."
"Good, it'll slow 'em down."
"If dey know which path to take." Small Pete looked at the two flattened trails. "Dey may have some problems." Hopefully not too many...

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They must've been pretty far ahead, it's already getting dark. How much of a head start did they have?!
"I think we need to stop for the night and find shelter, before it's too dark to see." Mickey said, frowning. Oswald nodded sadly. "Sorry, Gus, Jamface. But it'll be too dangerous if we try to continue." Gus sighed. "I...suppose you're right." Jamface nodded. He didn't really want to stop for the night, he didn't want the Petes getting too far ahead. But we don't have much option, do we? He sighed, following the group off the trail to find some sort of shelter. We'll find him. We...I won't fail.