A/N

Here's more and I hope you guys like.

I haven't abandoned the fandom but just working on fics for the many other fandoms I love just as much but Artie is trying to reach out to Arctus the way he did to Snowgre.

I hope ot works.

Arctus could use a friend.

Artie was stunned as he entered Arctus's room and knew that he was like Snowgre at this age but knew that like Shrek, he wanted to help him but had a feeling that Arctus didn't trust new people so easily but he would try getting him to as he was ordering dinner but heard laughter and the sounds of three young ogres burning off energy as Puss was teaching them to be like musketeers and they were enjoying it but he then heard footsteps as Arctus was in pyjamas as he'd taken a relaxing bath to calm his nerves but Artie was stunned.

He couldn't help but think of Snowgre when looking at Arctus but reminded himself that Snowgre was busy ruling Snowia like he was with Far, Far Away but sighed seeing the young half ogre and yeti teen not give him eye contact.

"Hey you must be Arctus.

I'm Artie.

You remind me of your father." he said.

Arctus's emerald green eyes went wide at this but wondered how he knew his father as Artie smiled knowing this was getting him to trust him a little.

"How did you know my father?

He barely talks about you." he asked him.

Artie sighed knowing that Snowgre got upset about that time of his life because it was when he'd met Snowflake and had fallen in love with her.

"Yes I did.

He was visually impaired like you.

We were best friends." he said.

Arctus was in awe at that as he knew that his father had never talked about Artie but had a feeling what Artie was saying was true as he had heard his father mention his name a few times.

They then heard the knocking on the door.

"Alright.

The food's here!" Farkle said.

He and his siblings needed a bath as they'd been having a mud fight.

But they noticed Arctus was quiet as they were eating at the table but understood as Arctus hadn't gotten used to life here yet but would once he made friends and hoped it was soon.

Felicia then saw him leave the table.

She had a feeling he was shy.

Later that night, Arctus was drawing something from a dream he'd had after falling asleep eariler and was about the knight from the stories he told his father but didn't hear the door open as Felicia came in with Sir Squeakles in her arms.

"A-Are you okay?" he asked nervously.

"I had a bad dream.

You draw just as good as Uncle Snowgre." she said.

Arctus sighed.

"I miss him a lot.

I used to tell him stories and we used to have fun." he replied.

He then took a deep breth as he had an idea.

He'd always loved telling his father the amazing stories he came up with as he started telling her a story about a brave knight searching for his father.

Artie then found her curled up in Arctus's lap as he smiled picking her up gently.

"I see you tell awesome stories.

You're so cool.

We'll talk later, okay?" he said.

Arctus nodded as nobody had never called him xool before...