So, yup, I'm continuing this story. Let's just say the outline I got so far is rather entertaining, if a bit dark, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.

Anyway, by some miracle, some people actually reviewed this story, so let's answer them right now:

1) Hatoralo: Now that's a reviewer I haven't seen in a while. And yeah, you're quite correct in your assesment.

2) Omega Ultra: Another reviewer I haven't seen in a while. And I'm glad you find it interesting, 'cause I wasn't sure if the crossover would catch anybody's attention.

And now, to the chapter!

Johanna had better nights. And better days, for that matter.

Not only did she have an argument with her daughter last night, but now that she had gotten enough time to think about it, she came to an upsetting thought:

She was partially responsible for Hilda's behavior.

After all, the two of them were all alone in the woods for most of Hilda's life, and though she tried to rein her in, she also attempted to provide her with some freedom. After all, the wilderness surrounding her, though dangerous, was quite breathtaking, and it would be a waste to just watch it from inside a safe space.

Clearly that didn't go as well as she had hoped.

Regardless, she got up, and mentally prepared herself as she did her morning routine... and paused to check on Hilda's room.

"Hilda?" she called. "Are you awake?"

No answer.

"Listen, sweetie, I know things got a bit... intense last night," Johanna rubbed her arm. "But I just want you to know that I didn't mean to come off as... mean or anything. I was just worrying about you."

Still no answer.

"Hilda, please, I know you're upset, but I'm sure we can reach an understanding if we just take a moment to talk things out."

Again, no response. But this time, Johanna was growing rather agitated.

"Hilda, you've been an early riser ever since you were born; if you're trying to make me think you're still asleep, it's not gonna work."

The fact there was still no response after that forced Johanna to take drastic measures: she grabbed the house keys, and used Hilda's room key to open the door.

"Stop ignoring me-"

Once she opened it, however, she saw to her shock that not only was Hilda nowhere to be seen, but the window was open, with a rope made of bedsheets tied to the bed's leg, and going out the window.

"Hilda!"

"Huh?! When-who-where-wha?"

That's the first thing Hilda said upon waking up, causing Twig to jolt awake and lick her hand.

"Twig?"

"Oh, you're awake!"

Hilda flinched and turned around, hugging Twig defensively as she was approached by someone who looked... familiar.

This someone was a girl, around her age, who sported dark blue hair, a pointy nose, a Purple scarf, Green sweater with matching boots, and an Orange skirt. She also had a white beret and leggings.

"I was growing worried I had found you too late," the girl said in relief as she went closer to Hilda. "How do you feel? Can you remember anything?"

Hilda rubbed her forehead, yawning before rubbing her eyes to clear up her vision.

"Oh, right, you just woke up," the girl said before reaching for her back and taking out a cup. "Here, I made some coffee."

Hilda accepted the cup with a little smile, and one sip was all it took for her to be fully active once again.

"Wow, this stuff really does wonders!" she chirped, petting Twig as she added, "Thanks for the cup."

"Your welcome," the girl clasped her hands. "Anyway, I'm Helga. What's your name?"

"I'm Hilda, nice to meet you."

"Hilda!"

The bluette looked up, and saw Alfur climb out of her hair and onto her nose.

"Oh, hi, Alfur! Looks like you woke up too!" she chirped. "I hope my sudden collapse didn't scare you."

"I think there's a more pressing matter at hand," Alfur folded his arms behind his back and gestured to his right. "More specifically, your hand. In your palm."

Hilda raised an eyebrow, perplexed by the elf's statement, but she nonetheless decided to humor him.

What she saw startled her: on her palm was a number, 219, which emitted a bright, mesmerizing Green glow.

"My goodness..." Hilda frowned. "How long have I had this?"

"Well, once I recovered consciousness and you fell asleep, I noticed the glow, so I think the number appeared as soon as we entered the train."

"But how is that possible?! How could I suddenly have a number on my palm and not notice?!"

"You were pretty tired, maybe you were so sleepy it escaped your mind?"

And then Hilda's stomach growled.

"And now I'm hungry," Hilda sighed. "Why didn't I bring food with me before coming here?"

"I got that covered."

The group turned around, and saw the Helga girl finishing decorating a nearby table, two plates with sandwiches already in place.

With another growl from her stomach, Hilda stood up, walked to the table and sat down, taking a deep breath before she spoke:

"I... appreciate everything you're doing for me, a total stranger, I really do. But I got a few questions."

Helga grabbed a sandwich. "Ask away then."

"Where exactly are we? Last thing I remember is falling right into this place after jumping into a train."

"You're currently in the Woffland," Helga took a bite off her sandwich. "It's a place where Woffs visit frequently, with no other creature in sight."

"That sounds boring," Hilda remarked nonchalantly as she grabbed a sandwich as well. "Anyway, why did you decide to help me?"

"Hmm, that's a tough one... I guess I'm just doing what my Dad would've done."

Hilda's eyes widened. "Your Dad?"

Helga turned around, and smiled at seeing a picture of who Hilda assumed was her father.

"He's been by my side ever since things became rough between him and Mum: he taught me everything I know and then some, even. And he was also someone who'd always lend a hand to someone in need," Helga spoke with melancholy. "And some of that idealism rubbed off me."

Hilda frowned. "Where is he now?"

"He left to go find Mum, see if they could manage to work things out and at least become friendly with each other. It's been a while since I saw him, though..." Helga paused, looking upset, but her cheerfulness quickly returned. "But he's been looking with all his might, and I know he'll return eventually!"

Hilda looked elsewhere, and muttered with a bitter tone:

"I used to think that, too."

"Psst, Hilda!" Alfur whispered. "The number!"

Hilda took another look at her number, and after a moment, she showed it to Helga and asked:

"Do you know what this number is for?"

Helga stared intently at the number, but she could only come up with a single reply:

"I have no idea, but Dad used to have a number as well."

Hilda's eyes widened. "He did?!"

"Yup!" Helga chirped. "In fact, his number disappeared just before he left to go find Mum!"

Hilda looked at her palm once again, this time looking positively shocked. Then, she tested the sandwich she held, hoping it would help her calm down...

And it most certainly did.

"By the Deerfox aurora, this sandwich is heavenly! What's it made of?!"

"Bread, cucumber, and some red herring," Helga answered cheerfully. "It's a family recipe that Dad taught me."

"You gotta share it with me!" Hilda chirped before she took a moment to calm down. "After you help me find a way out."

Helga tilted her head, forcing Hilda to explain:

"Look, in case it wasn't obvious, I'm not from around here. I was just taking a night stroll when a couple things happened and I found myself hopping into some interdimensional glowing train!"

Helga blinked once with an amused smile.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"No, I do, I'm just smiling because I like trains," Helga rested her cheek on her palm and looked out the window. "I mean, I've never seen one before, but from the way Dad used to talk about them, they seem pretty cool!"

Hilda hummed, then took another bite of her sandwich before adding:

"Can you help us go back home?"

"Hmm, well, I have no experience leading people back home, so this could be fun," Helga scratched her chin. "But the real question here is, do you really wanna go home?"

Hilda's munching on her sandwich came to a halt as her expression suddenly turned somber.

"Hilda?" Alfur asked.

Twig whimpered with sympathy, and Hilde looked elsewhere.

"Do you mind if I have some time alone?"

"Sure, no problem!" Helga chirped. "The guest room is upstairs, right beside my room!"

Hilda put the sandwich back on the plate and walked off, pocketing her hands as Helga watched her leave, her cheerful expression slowly turning worried.

Once at the guest room, which consisted of just a bed and a window, Hilda sat on the bed and rubbed her head with her non-glowing palm hand, humming as Alfur hopped off her hair and landed on her shoulder.

"Hilda, I know you're probably conflicted over the question Helga asked you, but we both know that-"

"That what? That I have to go back home so Mom can ground me some more?! Or that there might be some supernatural event happening that I need to deal with for everyone's sake?!"

Suddenly, a bright glow emanated from Hilda's palm, and she saw her number had jumped from 219 to 225.

"My number grew?" Hilda asked out loud. "But all I did was tell the truth..."

"Okay, let's look at this from another angle," Alfur said. "Instead of saying we need to leave because something might be happening in Trolberg, let's say we need to leave because we don't know what sort of dangers lurk around here!"

"I don't know, I mean, the Woffs are present, but going by what Helga said-"

"Hilda."

The bluette took a deep breath and got off the bed. She walked to the window, and took a look at the green pastures and giant mountain with what seemed to be a door at the top-

Wait... a door at the top of the mountain?

Hilda rushed out the guest room, taking Alfur and Twig with her, and returned to see Helga washing the dishes.

"Helga!"

"Oh, hi Hilda," she greeted casually. "Do you feel better now?"

"That doesn't matter!" Hilda pointed at the mountain in the distance. "Why's there a door on that mountain?!"

"Oh, you noticed? That's the mountain of the Woff King," Helga answered with a casual tone. "The door is a massive one that leads to his castle."

Hilda gained a hopeful smile. "Do you think he could help me get back home?!"

"Well, that's a possibility," Helga hummed. "However, the only way to get there is by riding a Woff: they're the only ones capable of traveling fast and high enough to reach the door."

"Riding a Woff?" Hilda put her hands on her hips. "I've been doing that since I was five! Now I just need a Woff to ride-"

"Luckily for us, today's the Woff migration, so a lot of Woffs are gonna be heading to the mountain, allowing us to blend in easily."

"Us?" Hilda repeated quizzically. "What do you mean "us?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Helga finished the last plate and twirled once to face Hilda. "I'm coming with you!"

"Eh, I'm not so sure about that..."

"What are you talking about, Hilda?!" Alfur whispered to her ear. "She lives in a place we're completely unfamilar with, if there's anybody who can help us, it's her!"

Hilda rolled her eyes and lowered her eyelids. "On second thought, I'd be happy if you joined us."

"That's the spirit!" Helga said, cheerfully clapping. "Now, give me one second to call Branch!"

"Branch?" Hilda repeated, visibly confused.

Helga and Hilda's group went outside, where the former whistled to call forth the Branch she was talking about: a large Woff-like creature with deer legs, antlers, and a fox's tail.

"Hilda, Hilda's friends, let me introduce you to Branch," Helga said cheerfully. "He's a Deerwoffox, and my best friend!"

"A Deerfox-Woff hybrid?!" Hilda exclaimed. "How did that happen?!"

"It doesn't matter how Branch came to be," Helga said as she hopped right onto his back. "What matters is what he can do."

Once at the top, Branch crouched down to allow Helga to offer her hand to Hilda, sporting a reassuring smile as she did.

The bluette was a little hesitant at first, but once she saw her smile, Hilda grabbed Helga's hand, grabbing Twig with her before Helga pulled them up.

"Alright, everybody on board!" Helga chirped. "Branch, to the Woff King's Mountain!"

Branch took a running start, then leapt, his limbs retracting into his body as he took off and flew towards the other Woffs, heading for the mountain as the girls perked up with excitement.