Hello my fellow wandering weirdoes! Guess who's baacckk! Morgan Freedman in Lucy! But that's not the point here. Okay so, before we start I gotta ask you guys a question: I've had an idea for another WoY story come into play in my mind. Now, after this I have and sequel and a series of one-shots prepared related to this tory (and this tory is gonna be a long one) but I did come with the idea of a Wander over Yonder high school AU fic. What do think? Should I jot it down as a story for later, or do you think the story will inspire haters? (Imma go sit in the corner of shame for that rhyme). Also, I'm started High School on the 12 so updates may be a little wonky because, well, high school is hard work. So if I miss a week or update late, just know that I'm trying. Anywhosies:

Disclaimer: Say it...

Me: Why do I-

Disclaimer: If you don't I'll smash your computer.

Me: Fine, Fine! I don't own Wander over Yonder! Happy?!

Disclaimer: For now...

Wander turned to Peepers and his face fell. Suddenly a green girl with gray eyes and dark brown hair came running up to the nomad.

"What's going on Wander? Are you okay? What happened? Brad, what did you do?"

The girl kept asking questions, but Wander's eyes stayed fixated on Peepers. Finally , he cleared his throat and let his expression become stoic.

"I'm fine Celest, Nothing to worry about." Wander monotoned. "I must take my leave now. Brad, remember that it is wrong to speak ill of your fallen comrads. Celest, keep an eye on Starlight; I'd hate to see what would happen if he ended up getting kidnapped by an imperial and spilled resistance secrets. I'll see you at engagement party."

"Wander? What did he do?" Celest demanded.

"Nothing; now if you'll excuse me, I have some buisness to attend to elsewhere."

Wander walked with his hands clasped behind his back and his chin held high. Once he left, Celest turned to Brad.

"What did you say to him?!"

"Oh, what!? He nearly kills me and you ask what I did to HIM? Besides, he looked fine."

"I am NOT repeating myself Agent Starlight. Answer the question."

"I just stared telling him the truth about thise inner ring idiots who he worshipped. I mean he says I'm egotistical and ignorant, but that Agent Yonder guy was way worse."

"You seriously didn't insult Yonder in front of Wander did you? Well, no wonder he tried to kill you! Now you go and comfort him!"

"Oh right, because he really wants to see me right now!"

"Um, I'll go." Peepers volunteered.

"Who are you?" The girl asked.

"Just an aquaintince of his." I answered vaguely.

"Okay 'just an aquaintince of his'-catchy name by the way-just make sure he's okay. He gets really upset when people badmouth Yonder or the other members of the inner ring. They're like a family to him. Oh, and tell him his good old friend Agent Celest will take care of Starlight."

"Alright, well I should get going." Peepers cautiously began to move away.

"No please; don't leave me alone with-"

"Come on Brad, let's have a little talk."

"Now now Agent Celest; let's not prove any of those nasty stereotypes for mesodonians." Brad nervously stuttered as Peepers ran off.

"W-what was all that?!" Peepers asked himself. "Did Wander just shoot something out of his hands? What resistance? You know what, forget this. Right now you just need to focus on finding Wander and having him help you find your way home. At least if he says no I have something to blackmail him with."

Peepers continued to search the foreign terrain before finally coming across the nomad, sitting on a rock, looking grim.

"Okay Wander, just breathe. Calm down and control yourself. Starlight's just being a jerk." Wander muttered to himself. He looked up and noticed the tiny commander in front of him. "What are you doin' here?"

"Um, well, I-I-!"

"Spit it out already, I don't have all night." Wander Interrupted irritably.

"i''m kind of...lost." Peepers laughed nervously. "And you seem to know the terrain, so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out?"

Wander raised an eyebrow at this, letting a sly smirk creep onto his face.

"So let me get this straight: The great Commander Peepers; the second in command to Lord Hater-the most amazing watchdog to ever live-is asking simple-minded Wander for help? Oh isn't this a lovely little predicament?" He stood up, walked to Peepers, and cupped his face (eye?) with his hand. "Okay Peepers, I'll help you, under one condition."

Peepers motioned for him to continue, uneasy about this exception.

"Never tell anyone about what you hear or see here; got it? Because if you do-" Wander smile disappeared and was replaced by a serious expression. "I'll force you to watch as every last drop of blood is drained from your body. Got it, short stuff?"

"G-got it." Peepers replied. "Morbid much?"

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

Just so you know, Brad will re-appear. He's kind of a jerk to Wander of you haven't noticed. Anywhosies, see y'all next week. Every time I get a notification about e-mails my heart skips a beat. When I see it's just a YouTube reply or Google Ad I'm sad. When it's a review, Favorite, or Follow I'm happy. My point is that I want reviews. They fuel me with writing passion! Favorites and follows also do that! Guess what: PM's do that too! Okay, well I've pedaled my wares long enough: Onward Aoshima!

(Also, for fans of my 'A Whole New World Fanfic: I have huge writers block, so updates on that will be very slow until I get it all worked out in my head like this tory here).