"I was created in a lab by an intelligent trainer named Angel, he
created me for his younger brother named Danny, he would always be
afraid of the dark, Danny's older brother created me and Danny
loved me and became my trainer, until he accidentally dropped me
and lost me , I had to survive in the wild, to look for my trainer
to reunite with him"
Peridot enters his room, closing the door behind him with a soft
click. He set his bag and stone on the nightstand, collapsing into
the bed to get some sleep.
His eyes closed, but he found it hard to actually get sleep - his
mind racing from the disturbing news from earlier. The map pieces
had been stolen? Who would have been brave enough to pull off such
a thing without being detected?
Something about it didn't sit right with him, but he pushed the
thought out for the time being.
it night and Winston decides that it would be funny to pull a
prank, since he is a doll, he goes to peridot's room and acts like
an actual doll
Winston decides to open and shut peridot's door loudly to prank him
and goes on top of peridot's cabinet , and acts like a regular doll
(@DarkStone, you are in a different area from Peridot so you cant
interact with him. You, Bitzer, Umbree, and Bolt are in the forest
while Magic, Peridot, and the rest are in a city or smth)
"I'm Bitzer, nice to meet you Umbree and Winston!" *Bitzer remembered about the weather*
"Oh ya, we gotta go find a shelter! A storm is coming from the
west!"
"No, we can't survive like this! We gotta go now!
This storm... I've seen it once in my life-" (Yes, it's a flashback of Bitzer's past story abt the
storm)
Winston ends up acting like a baby because he accidentally drank a
youth potion because he was thirsty, baby Winston climbs on Bolt's
head and giggles, then he starts babbling while being on Bolt's
head
baby Winston walks to bolt for the first time and says his first
word "Papa!" then, bolt is shocked and tears of happiness appear
because bolt was never a parent before
Bolt's group came to a halt along the winding path, the rumble of
thunder trailing close behind. The storm was sweeping in fast from
the west—right on their heels and following the same eastward road
to Emberhold. If they wanted to beat it there, they'd have to move,
and fast.
The trail beneath them was mostly packed dirt, but the loose, dry
sediment wouldn’t stay that way for long. One good downpour, and it
would turn into a treacherous stretch of slick, clinging mud. Every
second counted now.
Bolt rushed along the path, his shelter was already falling apart
now. His legs ached but he knew that he had to go fast, But He
stumbled and fell over.
“Winston! Let go please!” He said as he attempted to free his leg
from Winston’s grip.
When he finally freed his leg he put Winston on his back.
“We need to get going.”