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The RevelationAfter twenty minutes of walking Sylvia realized that Wander had been completely silent. This struck her as very odd as he was always humming to himself, plucking on his banjo while singing or just babbling on and on about the wonders of the planet they were currently on. She didn't think his lack of audible awe was because this planet was too ordinary for him. Despite its sparse trees and blue skies, which they had seen on countless planets before, he could always find some nuance that got him shouting about how cool or how neat something, ANYTHING, was. This guy could find a squirrel or a bug or a really neat looking rock and she'd be hearing about it for endless minutes.The Revelation by ~Pentical
But now his unprecedented silence was deafening, and she wondered if perhaps he had fallen asleep. But even when sleeping, she knew she'd be hearing him murmur about the wonders of the universe. Pausing her lope, she craned her neck around to see him sitting backwards in his saddle. He was leaning back, his head agai
An Unwelcome VisitorAn Unwelcome VisitorAn Unwelcome Visitor by ~Pentical
The early morning hours prior to the arcade opening were the most peaceful in Sugar Rush. The Roster Race was long over and the competitors of the day were out in their homes and garages, fine tuning their karts and thusly were not on the roads causing all sorts of cacophony. Naturally, King Candy’s personal Kart was being tended to by Sour Bill and the finest mechanics the kingdom had to offer, so his highness was able to enjoy this calm before the storm when the arcade would open and the races would dominate the day.
Standing on a balcony overlooking the entirety of the kingdom, he anticipated the day to come. Being chosen by a player, tearing up the track, leaving his pint-sized adversaries in the dust, and of course, winning. The thought of all the trophies and accolades he’d be getting was what truly got his pixels electrified. Being the best racer in the arcade made all the pressures of the monarchy worth it.
As he strolled along the open air walk
The Backstory Chapter 14Felix rushed down the road as fast as his legs could carry him. He had heard the crashing coming from the direction of the apartment building and knew immediately what it was. He reached the property line just as the sounds of demolition had eerily fallen silent. That’s when he saw Ralph with Gene in his grip. Forgetting his fatigue he could only think about how he didn’t want Gene or anyone else getting hurt.The Backstory Chapter 14 by ~Pentical
“Ralph!” He shouted, hoping to gain the giant’s attention.
Ralph barely turned to acknowledge the pest trying to interrupt him.
“Oh, look Gene, your favorite tool is here.”
“Felix!” The mayor called out desperately.
“Ralph, you put him down.” There was no quavering in his voice, no gentility, not even a “please”, Felix’s tone was dead serious.
This time Ralph gave Felix his full attention, turning to stare down at the handyman.
“I tried things your way Felix,” he shrugged, flailing his
The Backstory Chapter 13It was early in the evening when Gene spotted Felix outside at the edge of the property, sitting with his back against a tree, his hammer dangling from his hand.The Backstory Chapter 13 by ~Pentical
“There you are.” The mayor called, strolling over.
Felix stared at the ground, the events of the afternoon still fresh in his mind.
Right after Ralph had made his brief but impactful appearance during the interview, Felix got right to work on restoring the news van and the building. The reporter was visibly impressed by his talent and the speed the hammer allowed him to repair everything. The photographer was eagerly snapping a lot of pictures of him in his element.
The camera. It had been the first thing he had fixed. Holding the newly restored device in his hands he found himself with a moral dilemma. He knew he had to give it back, but it contained pictures that no doubt would bring the wrong kind of attention to Niceland. It would also bring unwanted attention to Ralph who was already emotionally volatile. Disc