Okay guys, I'm gonna get a little mushy here for it minute. You guys are all truly amazing; just to have people who like my stories enough to follow them and favorite them: That means the world to me. I love every single review that I get; They fill me with so much pride and joy. I rarely let others read my stories and am a VERY self-conscious writer; so to have people who enjoy this stuff makes my day. Thank you all.
Okay, now that I got that off of my chest, I have a few announcements to make:
1.) To make this a little easier, I will be keeping to schedule. I will upload every Wednesday (no specific time). I will try to keep to this as best I can, so I please be patient with updates.
2.) The story is about to get A LOT weirder, so I hope your suspension of disbelief is high my friends.
DISCLAIMER: I only own the plot. If I owned W.O.Y it would probably give you nightmares. DON'T SUE AND ENJOY!
Peepers stared, absolutely shocked by what he was seeing. Sweet, innocent Wander wasn't so innocent after all. Who knew? This pattern continued: Wander would sing and dance on the stage to a heavy beat, causing a birage of girls and guys to fawn over him. He ended his set and jumped off the stage, walking to straight to the bar.
"What can I get ya?" The waitress asked Wander as he approached.
"A shot of whatever." He replied. "Oh! And a bottled of your finest platinum morsonec."
"Special occasion?" She asked pulling down a crystal bottle.
"I suppose you could say that." Wander replied with a sad smile.
"So, um, I get off work in an hour or so, maybe you wanna-"
"Let me just save you the trouble of hittin' on me (despite how fun it would be to watch); I'm gay and you're a woman. Things really aren't going to work out between us." Wander interrupted.
"Oh! Um, well, I-" As the bartender continued to stutter, Peepers found it difficult to stifile a snicker.
"Sooo, can I get my drink now or..." Wander trailed off, growing impatient.
"Oh right! Sorry!" She poured him a shotglass of amber liquid and handed it over along with the bottle.
"So what do I owe ya?" Wander asked pulling a bag of crystals from a familiar-looking messenger bag.
"The manager said that you guys get free drinks tonight as a special thanks for performing." She replied, still shaken.
"Well tell 'em I said thanks and that it was no trouble to play. I really missed singin' with the ol' band, ya know?"
"Mhm." She replied, trying to find a way out of this conversation.
"So Wander's gay? I guess it's not the most shocking that I've seen tonight." Peepers thought.
"Well, I'll be gettin' outta your hair miss. Thanks for everything." Wander said, finishing his shot and putting the bottle away.
He stood up and walked out the back door to an alleyway. Peepers had decided to follow behind; after all-Wander was always willing to help people, so he should be able help him find his way home, right? As Peepers continued to search in inky black night for the orange figure, until he found him. Before he could get close another figure entered the picture; he was tall, muscular and looked like something straight out of a fairy tale.
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside getting drunk or something?" The man asked Wander.
"Nice to see you too Starlight." Wander retorted sarcastically. "I didn't think you liked my music."
"I don't; your drummer just so happens to be my partner tonight." He groaned irritably.
"Still gotcha on probation, huh?" Wander asked.
"No thanks to you. You just HAD to tell the leader about my first mission, didn't you?"
"You wasted valuable resistance resources-not to mention my time-for your 'rescue mission' which turns out to just be your way of crashing some guys wedding. I didn't really have a choice."
"It could've worked." Brad grumbled.
"Right; sure it would have. Just be glad you weren't kicked out of the resistance for your little stunt. You really need to think before you act; you could have actually hurt someone."
"Is the mesodonian really giving me advice on good morals?"
"What does me being a mesodonian have to do with anything?" Wander asked, clear irritation in his voice.
"It's just that your people aren't really the high point of morality; case you haven't noticed."
"Must I reimnd you that the entire inner ring and the leader of the resistance herself are all mesodonians?"
"Oh you mean the inner ring where only you and that Rosy girl are left standing. I guess the universe does have a strange way of picking off the bad apples."
"Don't talk like that." Wander stated through gritted teeth.
"Oh what were their names? Willowbreeze and Shockwave?"
Wander hands began to glow an eerie green color. "Shut. Up."
"And that other guy, what was his name?" Starlight continued his taunt. "Agent Yondie, Yeller- oh who cares anyway, he was the worst out of the three anyway. I mean you think I'm arrogant and cocky, but that guy-"
And that's when Wander snapped. A green blast of pasma shot through Wanders hand-narrowly missing Brad Starlight's head-as he charged forth. He grabbed Brad by the collar and pulled him down so they were at eye-level; his eyes now filled to the brim with pure blinding hatred and malice.
"Don't EVER use agent Yonder's name in vain! HE WAS THE MOST AMAZING MAN I EVER HAD THE PLEASURE OF KNOWING, AND NO ONE WILL EVER DISGRACE HIS NAME; ESPECIALLY YOU, YOU SELFISH, ANNOYING, WHINY, PATHETIC LITTLE-"
"Wander?!" Peepers found himself yelling.
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