“Doesn’t it taste like hand sanitizer, though? Or rotten fruit?” That didn’t sound appealing at all. He loved grape juice, but he liked it fresh, before it’s expiration date! “Adults are weird.”

“Nah. I’ve tasted hand sanitizer before. They don’t fast similar.” Fürchten says this casually as Jonny gives her a strange look. “Wait, why did you taste had sanitizer??” “I was curious, get off my back.” She crosses her arms. “And yes. Yes we are weird. But so are kids.” She boops his nose. “Like you. Everyone is weird. Normal is a lie.”

He raised an eyebrow and turned away. “Well, adults are hard to understand. All the adults have been children though, so what I do should be understandable.” Besides the faux sacrifices and demonic rituals he sometimes engaged in...and the fact that his best friend was a cat.

“Doesn’t it taste like hand sanitizer, though? Or rotten fruit?” That didn’t sound appealing at all. He loved grape juice, but he liked it fresh, before it’s expiration date! “Adults are weird.”

“But adults have bills and college and a bunch of boring stuff. How do adults memorize the places they drive to?” The thought of being in a car unnerved him, he got travel sick so easily. “What would happen if you get your own home and then realize you don’t know how to get anywhere? Not everybody has a JPS or phone…”

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t liking the idea of adulthood. Lucky for him, he was still in the very beginning of adolescence.

“I don’t know, if you live like us you don’t have to worry about all that.” She shrugs. “Yeah, we don’t pay bills or drive,” Jonny states. “And we don’t have to worry about getting lost, because we can just teleport back to the lab.”

“If everybody could do science like that then living a decent life wouldn’t need to be so expensive, huh?” He didn’t really know much about the world, nor did he care, he just liked to wander and explore all day.

“I don’t understand how adults can drink alcohol, either.” He imagined alcohol tasted like hand sanitizer with some sort of flavoring.

“But adults have bills and college and a bunch of boring stuff. How do adults memorize the places they drive to?” The thought of being in a car unnerved him, he got travel sick so easily. “What would happen if you get your own home and then realize you don’t know how to get anywhere? Not everybody has a JPS or phone…”

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t liking the idea of adulthood. Lucky for him, he was still in the very beginning of adolescence.

Wendy gazed at the ghostly twins before her with mild wonder. Abigail took notice too, moving closer to inspect them.

“I see them,” Wendy announced quietly.

Connor smiled weakly as he lifted a hand to his head. “I’m glad,” he whispered. His sanity hadn’t been doing that great to begin with, with all of that frightened running he had been doing. “Um, do you have like…logs?” He had brought some green mushrooms with him, just because he’d seen them, and they always seemed to make him feel better, never mind just a bit sick. Only If they were cooked though, otherwise the disgustingness made him see more things…

He hadn’t anymore logs himself to make a little fire, he used them up for fuel, and he’d been using grass. His hands had gotten tired from picking all of it, and his backpack looked like a scarecrow’s torso.

Wendy noticed the shift in his expression, familiar with the sensation of summoning a ghost. Or two, in this case.

“I haven’t any logs, but an axe, at least,” she said, pulling out her favored tool. “It’s a bit at its end,” she said, noting how worn it’d become, “but I think it suitable to fell a small tree.”

“That would be thankf–helpful.” He smiled weakly before double checking to see if he had his own supplies to make a new axe. Unfortunately, he was running low on twigs. “I have enough of these mushrooms to share, if you’re feeling kinda wonky in the head,” he offered.

Her exhaustion faded into worry. Connor was in the throne room, and by the looks of his outfit, he wasn’t a visitor like she and Nuage were. She plucked the cat from the cold floor and stood up. “Why…why are you here? You’re not supposed to be here…kids aren’t supposed to be here!”

She loved this kid like a little brother. He didn’t deserve to be here. “What do you want to talk about?”

Connor tilted his head with a raised eyebrow. “You keep burning all the nature, for one.” He frowned and pouted, turning to the right. “It’s gotten boring…you’ve gotten boring. How about doing something other than burning everything, huh?”

He sighed and leaned his head on his hand. “I’m not some random child anyway, I can be anywhere and anything I want. I can even be your king.” He grinned and straightened his posture. “Children are frail, weak little beings, but I’m not like them. I know what I’m doing. D’accord?”

Even as he smiled, something far from joyful glinted in his eyes.

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Willow added onto the fire a little bit, then went to scratch Nuage’s ears. Most cats she knew would survive the island easy with all the rabbits to hunt and trees to hide, but Nuage was a pretty pampered kitty, wasn’t she?

“We’ll look more for your boy tomorrow. I promise.” Willow crept into her tent and dozed off.

~

Connor looked upon the two beings before him. Poor things, they couldn’t be too comfortable there. As soon as they had dozed off, he took them to the throne room.

The night ended out there, but here it remained. He leaned back and watched them. “Time to wake up,” he whispered.

If Connor hadn’t woken her up, the cold, hard floor of the throne room would’ve. She yawned and squinted her eyes as she examined her new surroundings.

“…This is a dream, isn’t it? Please say yes.”

“You’re awake! Bienvene!”

He giggled and leaned forward to look at Willow closer. “This is not a dream, or a nightmare, you are very awake, and I suggest being even more awake if you wanna stay safe!”

 His mischievous smile dropped suddenly. “Come up here, won’t you? We need to discuss something, and I don’t like raising my voice when it isn’t necessary.”

He leaned back again and smiled grimly.

Willow added onto the fire a little bit, then went to scratch Nuage’s ears. Most cats she knew would survive the island easy with all the rabbits to hunt and trees to hide, but Nuage was a pretty pampered kitty, wasn’t she?

“We’ll look more for your boy tomorrow. I promise.” Willow crept into her tent and dozed off.

~

Connor looked upon the two beings before him. Poor things, they couldn’t be too comfortable there. As soon as they had dozed off, he took them to the throne room.

The night ended out there, but here it remained. He leaned back and watched them. “Time to wake up,” he whispered.

“Hmm…” She frowned. “Too many birds around here…I thought cute widdle kitties loved chasing birds?”

All Willow could hope was that Connor was somewhere safe. With dusk here and night approaching, she had to quit her search. She picked Nuage back up and carried her through the unnaturally large flock of red birds and crows. “This is kinda weird…”

Very strange indeed. Nuage always caught the birds that came around, but she didn’t like the huge amount of them. She wasn’t tempted to chase these in fear of being outnumbered, so if it were a lure of some sorts, it was definitely overkill.

The gray cat yawned, and as soon as they were out of the area, she started purring again. Her fur was mostly dried up, but she was still shaking. It was usually so warm in spring, but the rain could be so cold. She was lucky Willow found her, she couldn’t handle being on her own! 

Willow hurried back into the safe walls of her camp. The first thing she handled was setting up the night’s fire, as was how her routine typically went.

Blaze lifted his head from where he lay in the corner, his tail thrashing happily in greetings. Fia didn’t react so well to their guest, hissing up at Nuage before Willow scooped her up and set her on a tree branch.

“We’ll eat dinner, then go to bed, okay?” She set her kitty buddy down on the bedroll, then began pulling food from her ice box. Monster meat slabs went to Blaze, and rabbit morsels went to Fia and Nuage. Willow dug out leftover stew for herself.

Nuage curled up on the bedroll and feasted on the piece of meat she was granted. It had been a tiring and stressful day, so getting some sleep in a comfortable place was a great relief. She hoped that when she woke up, she’d see Connor, no matter how unlikely it was.

Nuage left the bone where it was and laid her head down, sneaking evil glances at Fia. She closed her eyes for sleep, but she decided she’d wait until Willow fell asleep first so that she didn’t have to sleep alone.

“Connor…” Wilson repeated at hearing thee kid’s name, trying to keep it on his mind “No I’m not going to die… hopefully..” He added, a little chuckle escaping him. He looked into the direction the little kid pointed, though it wasn’t for too long before his sight was captivate for the creature in the kid’s arms… was that a cat? it was a cat right? “I.. I don’t need anything right now.. I think no more than a bit of rest ” he mumbled, looking at the little animal, tilting his head a little, it was a cat… how long has been since he saw one? a REAL cat, catcoons were fine, he loved them.. but a cat?  there’s nothing better than a cat on his opinion…

Wilson shook his head at the last question, trying to keep his mind away from the little furball “my name?.. Wilson, Wilson Higgsbury, it’s a pleasure” he smiled, touching his head and giving himself a few pats before looking around, it was night already…?

“I must thank you, if it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead by now… ” the scientist added with a slight bow, though his eyes fell again from the kid to the pet, he bit his lip softly. “what’s… what’s their name?”

Connor watched Wilson with fascination before smiling softly. “Her name is Nuage,” he murmured. “She loves new people.” He picked her up off of his lap, then placed her down closer to the man. He looked around, then took out some green caps to carefully cook near the fire. He pushed his hair back to see better, and to make the heat of the fire a bit more bearable.

He hummed to himself, cooking the mushrooms carefully.  After he finished cooking them all, he sighed and watched Nuage approach him welcomingly.  “Do you promise not to kill me…?” He looked up at Wilson, taking his hands away from the fire.

Wilson watched carefully how the kid settled the kitty down “Nauge… it’s a really cute name” he said, though his accent made the kitty’s name sound a bit weird. He looked around as the cat moved close, was the child allowing him to touch her? could he pet her? she wouldn’t bite him, would she? 

A trembling hand get over the cat, softly touching the fur of her head, going down to chin, scratching slightly under her ears. Wilson could feel a little shiver running through his back, how long has been since he caressed a cat? catcoons always attacked him with the smallest try.. a big smile crossed the scientist face, a warm feeling growing on his chest…

But it quickly fell down his stomach after the Connor’s lasts words.

“kill you?…. why would I … why would I even think on it?” he asked, his hands flinching back to his chest, forgetting the cat’s presence “You look like a good child, you seem to be kind and welcoming.. why would I think that?… did someone try to? is someone threatening you?”

Connor looked back at the fire and shrugged. “W-well n-no, I just wanted to make sure...” He smiled softly. “It isn’t safe to trust someone you just met, you know...?”

His smile grew a bit as Nuage bumped his hand with her head, asking for more attention.

He sighed and rubbed his neck where the scars were.  “I wish I had Nuage’s social skills.” He giggled softly and rested his head on his palm. “She makes friends so easily. Probably because she’s so adorable.”

“Connor…” Wilson repeated at hearing thee kid’s name, trying to keep it on his mind “No I’m not going to die… hopefully..” He added, a little chuckle escaping him. He looked into the direction the little kid pointed, though it wasn’t for too long before his sight was captivate for the creature in the kid’s arms… was that a cat? it was a cat right? “I.. I don’t need anything right now.. I think no more than a bit of rest ” he mumbled, looking at the little animal, tilting his head a little, it was a cat… how long has been since he saw one? a REAL cat, catcoons were fine, he loved them.. but a cat?  there’s nothing better than a cat on his opinion…

Wilson shook his head at the last question, trying to keep his mind away from the little furball “my name?.. Wilson, Wilson Higgsbury, it’s a pleasure” he smiled, touching his head and giving himself a few pats before looking around, it was night already…?

“I must thank you, if it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be dead by now… ” the scientist added with a slight bow, though his eyes fell again from the kid to the pet, he bit his lip softly. “what’s… what’s their name?”

Connor watched Wilson with fascination before smiling softly. “Her name is Nuage,” he murmured. “She loves new people.” He picked her up off of his lap, then placed her down closer to the man. He looked around, then took out some green caps to carefully cook near the fire. He pushed his hair back to see better, and to make the heat of the fire a bit more bearable.

He hummed to himself, cooking the mushrooms carefully.  After he finished cooking them all, he sighed and watched Nuage approach him welcomingly.  “Do you promise not to kill me...?” He looked up at Wilson, taking his hands away from the fire.

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She got down on her belly, trying to meet Nuage at eye level. “Cat? I like it.” The way she said it was like she was testing out how it felt in her mouth. Waiola poked Nuage’s nose with a smile.

“Lots of people haven’t seen metal people before. That’s what Wayne says.” She picked herself off the ground and meticulously picked bits of grass and dirt from her dress. “What’s your name, small person?”

Connor found a bent spork that had met it’s end in two pieces. Nuage spent a while sniffing Waiola before she had stood up, and even then followed her around to figure out what was going on.

“My name is Connor, and the cat’s name is Nuage.” he tried to piece the two sides of the utensil together before he realized it wasn’t even possible, not without super glue or something. “I really don’t think I’m that small…!”

Without finding much use for the broken thing, he decided to just find another trinket to replace it.

“Tenez!” He chirped, handing the broken spork to her. It felt necessary to be formal when talking to somebody who looked older than himself. “Maybe you could use it?” He didn’t really think of the fact that broken sporks weren’t really a thing that could actually be put to use.

 He picked up a shovel, gathering some cooked green caps. “You wanna go grave digging with me?” He smiled innocently, despite the grimness of the activity.