The evening sun washes over The Constant. For Wendy, she knows today is important. It might be the most important day in recent memory.

She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. She's alive, although embarrassment may as well kill her where she stands. Before her stands a mirror, inside that mirror is someone who isn't Wendy.

"You don't look half bad, kid. I think you're ready."

Maxwell voices his opinion, flipping through his codex umbra to relinquish the shadow puppets. He smiles, actually proud of his work.

Wendy hates it. Her entire outfit reeks of shadows and darkness. She can't force even the slightest smile. Everything about her has been changed to fit Maxwell's ideal.

It's like she bathed in nightmares.

But it's too late to fight back. She needs to see Webber before the day ends, before her heart hides away again.

Blinking with irritation, Wendy walks off, quickly adjusting to her new outfit.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Wendy says nothing as she grabs Abigail's flower and leaves Maxwell's camp, rushing back to the main base. Left alone, Maxwell sighs.

"So much for a thanks…" The magician watches his niece leave as an idea sparks in his mind. "… might as well."

With an exhausted hum, Maxwell follows the drama.

Reaching the main base doesn't take much time; the evening sun still fills the sky. Roaming the camp, Wendy finds Webber's tent in no time. Thankfully, it's covered in webs and cute stickers.

Looking inside, the only spider that resides in the tent is a normal spider. Not Webber.

Worried, Wendy summons Abigail, whispering for her ghostly aid. As the sister appears, Wendy asks just one thing.

"Please find him."

Abigail nods as she roams around the camp, leaving Wendy to think. The second place that comes to mind is the crockpots; Webber is infamous for his late night appetite.

Wendy hurries, groaning occasionally thanks to the horribly uncomfortable texture of her new outfit. But when she gets to the crockpots, Warly welcomes her. Not Webber.

Sighing, Wendy talks to the chef.

"Hello Warly."

"Ah, salut mademoiselle Wendy. Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm looking for Webber."

"Ah! I saw the boy with Wilson over at the birchnut trees." The chef points beyond Wendy. "With the pond and the berries, I'm sure you have been there."

"Oh! Thank you Warly." With a nod, Wendy runs off.

She runs and runs, each step exhausting but necessary. The terrain around her changes from pine to birch, the evening sun slowly changing. Abigail's flower sits on Wendy's head but the sister is nowhere in sight, something that pains her.

Even with Abigail gone, Wendy knows she needs to think. Her mind works a mile a minute, thousands of words trying to formulate a sentence that feels too stuffed, like a grave with too many bodies inside.

If she messes this up, then she'll rot from the inside out. Love is precious but it can be ripped away at a moment's notice with no rhyme or reason. If Wendy loses another thing she holds dear…

But. All of that noise stops. Wendy's movement is halted as something catches her eye. On the ground lies a group of red mushrooms, all planted in the formation of a heart. In the middle, a flower. It's perfectly placed. And it's not Webber.

Wendy walks inside the heart, grabbing the flower from the ground. She takes the moment to rip apart the petals, hoping that something will come from her pent up frustration.

And something does. A twig breaks behind Wendy. Then she turns around.

The sight is bizarre, to say the least. Webber has always been the kind of person to be dirty and not care. With all his fur and animalistic habits, it's not necessary for him to be prim and proper.

But he is.

The appendages on his face, for some reason, have small bow ties attached to them, each strand of hair on his head brushed to silk. The boy wears a gray coat with a strange red undershirt, giving him some sense of style. It's like he's a guest of honor to a fancy dinner.

But it's not him.

Webber stands before Wendy, his outfit the first thing she sees. The next thing that she notices is his unnatural smile. His smile is something so basic and familiar that seeing it contorted to look more… 'human' is disturbing. And the last thing Wendy notices are the two suspiciously placed berry bushes behind him.

The whole picture makes Wendy truly sad.

Neither of them are really themselves.

"… Wendy? What's wrong?"

He sounds so guilty.

Wendy shakes her head, hating everything this day has become. She looks back at Webber, taking a few steps towards him.

Maybe she can still salvage today.

"Webber…"

Right as Wendy opens her mouth, she hears something.

Something ghostly. And then, a thud.

Looking down, a backpack sits between Webber and Wendy.

"oOoOo!"

Looking over, Wendy sees Abigail floating in joy. She looks towards the bag, clearly excited for what happens next.

Wendy looks at Webber. They both lean down and open the bag.

It's full of berries.

Slowly but surely, the truth dawns on Wendy and Webber. When they turn around to look at the two suspicious berry bushes, a mysterious third lurks nearby.

Wendy grabs the bag and holds it between her and Webber.

"Truce?"

"Truce."

Almost in unison, the two grab ammunition and shout.

"ATTACK!"

The scene that follows is glorious.

Maxwell, Wilson, and Wes run in fear as a barrage of berries are sent their way. Apologies and bargains are met with even more berries as Webber and Wendy throw to kill. Even as they run away, the duo chase the adults to get revenge.

When the berries run dry, the damage is already done. Webber and Wendy win.

The two walk back towards the mushroom heart, laughter and smiles filling the air. Abigail is safe within her flower, letting the two enjoy their company.

"Webber, what are you even wearing?"

Wendy giggles as she pokes the spider in his side. Webber smiles as he jokingly points at Wendy's outfit.

"Hehe, I could ask the same thing! You look really scary!"

When they reach the heart of mushrooms, Webber scratches the back of his head as his cheeks blush purple.

"Mr Wes thought this would be perfect, but we think it's silly."

"It is… experimental."

Webber giggles again as Wendy smiles faintly. The two walk into the heart, laying on the ground in the middle.

They stare at the sky, the night almost taking the sky.

"Did you know? It's going to be a full moon tonight."

Wendy hums. She doesn't say anything more, she just keeps staring at the sky, hoping for some stars. The night is always beautiful on days like these.

Awkwardly, Webber indulges in his feelings. He moves his hand to hold Wendy's wrist awkwardly, eventually intertwining his hand with hers. The action is familiar yet uncoordinated. But Wendy doesn't mind, she accepts him wholeheartedly. Wendy intertwines her fingers with Webber's, enjoying the simple feeling between them.

"Webber?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we should date."

"Oh." Silence spawns between them, the kind of silence that builds excitement with each passing moment. "Dating like, courting?"

"No. Dating like a couple."

"Oh."

Webber breathes, almost overwhelmed with joy.

"Okay! Um, so, I'll be your girlfriend, right?" Wendy can't help but giggle at Webber. He gasps, stumbling over his own words. "No, wait, that's not the right— oh gosh...!"

Webber groans and covers his face, more embarrassed than ever before. Wendy looks over, a little sad to see him hiding.

Moving closer, Wendy grabs Webber's hands and moves them. She looks at him, his face purple and flustered.

Everything about Webber is delightfully bizarre. From his giant teeth that stick out of his mouth to his odd voice, Webber reeks of the unknown. But for Wendy, she loves that. There's always something new with him

"Thank you."

They look at each other, smiles filling the silence. And right when Wendy goes to lay back down, Webber does the impossible.

He moves forward, kissing Wendy as his face appendages keep her close.

The kiss only lasts a second. Webber pulls back with a huge smile, almost in disbelief that he actually managed to kiss her. And for Wendy, she looks at him with starstruck eyes.

Without realizing it, Wendy finds a reason to keep going. And funnily enough, it stares at her with big creepy bug eyes.

Laying back on the ground, Wendy and Webber watch the cosmos, the full moon keeping them safe. High above, a sea of stars shine. The stars are small, faint and dying. But deep down, Wendy knows that they stay alive to be seen. The stars know that as long as they shine bright, someone will see them, and someone will love them.

Wendy smiles. Life is so much brighter now.