Thank you to SorceriesOfOld, CartoonLover422 and JesusLover7 for reviewing the last chapter.
This is the first time I've ever written a chapter like this, it's also the first time I've written something that could technically count as Fantasy.
The OC will appear in the next chapter.
See chapter 1 for the disclaimer.
"We've got to be near the exit now." Dewey whined, dragging his feet.
Webby had one hand grasped firmly on his arm and was pulling him along. "Oh, stop whining. I'm sure we are. Well 90 percent anyway."
As they followed the path a bit further, Dewey wondered how his brothers were getting on.
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Louie was edging down the path, looking around nervously. As it was getting darker by now he was using his phone as a torch, having discovered that he couldn't phone anyone.
Something hooted in the distance and Louie nearly leapt two miles in the air before breaking out into a run. He couldn't wait to find the end of this blasted path.
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Huey was also using his phone as a torch, having forgotten his actual torch at home. He was also thumbing through the JWG, trying to see if he could find anything on mazes.
The next thing he knew he'd collided with something. "Ow!" He said, rubbing his eye when the edge of the JWG poked him in the eye. Looking up he saw a dead end made of tightly packed crop. He scrunched his beak of. Great. Fair enough, it was 50-50 after all.
Adjusting his cap he turned round to start back when he suddenly felt dizzy and the world faded to black.
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"Oh, well done Webby!"
"Well, I did say it was a 50-50 chance, didn't I!?" Webby snapped as the two of them stood outside the big wall of crop.
"If we'd had split up one of us would be at the exit now." Dewey said, folding his arms.
Webby put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "And what, may I ask, would have happened if one of us had fallen and sprained out ankle? Our phones don't work, remember?" She reminded him. Expecting Dewey to carry on arguing, she was surprised when he didn't. "What? What!?" She turned round to see what he was staring at, and was amazed to see that a part of the crop circle seemed to be growing and making a large square. "What on earth…"
Dewey shook himself to life, a feeling on dread in his stomach. "Louie!" With that he took of back down the path, Webby quickly sprinting after him.
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Louie had just reached the part of the path which split off into the exit when the corn suddenly started growing and accelerating towards him .
He let out a yelp and ran further down the path, a bit of his brain wondering what on earth he was doing. "Hhhhheeeeellllllppppp mmmmmmeeeeeee!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
Next thing he knew he had the breath knocked out of him as he collided with something and fell on his back, bursting into tears as he did so.
"Louie, Louie! Breath, breath. In and out…that's it." Managing to get his breathing under control, he looked up to see Dewey smiling at him, a hand reassuringly on his younger brothers shoulder.
"T-thanks."
"Welcome. Can you stand? Webs, help me would you?" Together they got Louie on his feet.
"No we've got that sorted, what on earth do you think is going on here?" Dewey asked.
Webby frowned. "Well, half the cornfield now looks like it's closed off for some reason."
"Why?"
"Well, I dunno do I? We need Huey with the JWG to answer that."
Dewey's feeling of dread returned. "W-where is Huey?" No answer. "Louie? Where's Huey?"
The green clad triplet felt sick. "I-i-"
Dewey grabbed his brothers shoulders and shook him a bit. "Where is he!?"
"I dunno! We split up!"
"What!?" Webby grabbed Louie's shoulder and spun him round to face her. "Why!?"
"H-huey s-said we'd we'd cover more g-ground that way. And the one that found the exit would go back for the other one."
"And did you find the exit?" Webby said, tightening her grip on Louie's shoulder.
"W-well i-I did, by the c-corn started growing and then I ran and bumped into you."
A silence descended over the three of them as they looked at the knitted wall of corn in front of them. Huey was somewhere on the other side of it and they had no idea how to get to him.
