~(With our revamped crime boys!)~
Wilbur was getting annoyed with Tommy. What's new? Tommy insisted on stealing gapples from HIS room and giving them to Shroud. It was only week 3 of Phil and Techno's shopping trip and he already felt the urge to break out the TNT.
"Tommy I swear if you go in my room ONE more time I will lock you in a chest." Wilbur said standing in the hallway glaring at his dragon brother and his brother's child.
"Do it you bitch." Tommy said sticking his tongue out and hugging Shroud tighter.
"I just might." Wilbur walked out of the house and leaned against the front door and lit a cigarette.
He examined the woods around him. After finding a footprint down by the river while playing with Shroud they'd gone on lockdown. He wondered if this had something to do with Techno being hurt. Well, whatever the reason they were being spied on Wilbur would just use his voice to make them screw off. Wilbur finished his cigarette and put it out and he was just about to head inside when he heard a rustling noise coming from the woods in front of the house. Wilbur grinned. He was kind of hoping these spies would show up so he could beat them to a pulp and show off to Techno.
"Show yourself!" Wilbur shouted using his voice.
Suddenly a white fox boy popped out of a bush and stared at Wilbur with a blank expression before shaking it off and looking up at him with a smile.
"Yogurt! My beloved little grandson! You scared me!" Wilbur said sighing and straightening his trench coat before walking down the hill and picking Yogurt up.
"Nice job Wil you possessed my son." Fundy said emerging from the beatdown path that led to their house.
"Oh, my beloved grumpy son is here too." Wilbur said with a deadpan expression.
Yogurt ignored their petty conversation and snuggled into Wilbur's chest. Wilbur smiled and started walking back up to the house. Fundy rolled his eyes and followed.
"Look who I found." Wilbur said with a smile as he walked into the house with Yogurt.
Shroud smiled excitedly.
"Hi Yogurt!" Shroud waved excitedly.
"Hi, Shroud!" Yogurt exclaimed as he squirmed out of Wilbur's arms and ran over to the couch to sit with Tommy and Shroud.
Wilbur held the door open for Fundy who walked in and rolled his eyes. Fundy took off his boots and sat next to Yogurt. Tommy and Fundy quickly started up a conversation and started trashing Wilbur just as quickly. Wilbur decided he didn't have to stay where he wasn't wanted and slipped out of the house and headed for the nearest town. To be honest none of them had been to the town in YEARS the last time Wilbur was in this town was probably right before he and Tommy left. Wilbur pulled his beanie over his fins. Honestly, that was really all he had to do to hide his appearance. Besides the fins, he was practically unrecognizable thanks to being revived and getting a better taste in fashion. Wilbur strolled right into the village and besides a few unapproving looks from parents, no one batted an eye at him. It was almost funny how little Wilbur cared. When he was younger he was terrified of villages. Terrified of people finding out what he was, what he could do. Now he gave less than two shits. If they found out who he was he'd make them freeze till he left. Wilbur looked around and noticed decorations being put up. Most of them were some shade of blue. Wilbur walked over to a man hanging a mermaid decoration on his shop door.
"Hey, I'm passing by what's going on? What's the deal with the decorations?" Wilbur asked.
"Oh! We've been doing really well as a town so we decided to have a little festival! It's ocean themed and you are welcome to join! It's in the next two weeks! There will be free food and drinks and plenty of things to buy!" The man spoke excitedly and winked at the last part.
"Huh! Might just drag my son and grandson down here!" Wilbur said smiling and shaking his head before continuing his walk around town.
After thoroughly checking everything out Wilbur decided he would in fact bring Fundy and Yogurt because it would be fun! Who knows maybe there'd be fireworks! Wilbur thought back to the festival and how bloody it had gone. Okay so maybe a few bad memories but this was different! Small town, relatively pleasant people, no bloody goat with a bottle of alcohol, no one who would even recognize them! There was no way it could go wrong!
WELCOME BACK BELOVED READERS!