Pass the Story!

"how… did… you…get… that… name?" twig gasped out of breath from his laughing fit and promptly sat on the forest floor to catch his breath

"My mama gave me that name!" he huffed and turned his head.

"ok.. well now that that's established i have to come up for a nickname for you since in twig" twig said while standing up "ill figure one out on the way" he added and spun away to start walking again

"My first name is Margret if that helps." The squire offered.

twig again burst out laughing and soon margaret started laughing along with him

"Its not funny!" He protested but started laughing too.

they laughed for a few minutes then recovered, chuckling and trading meaningless insults as the kept walking towards their destination. "so what should your nickname be…" twig faked rubbing his chin and thinking

“I know!” The squire ejactulated, “It should be Dibbles!”
“Dibbles?” Twig asked. “EvEn bEtTeR!”

The squire frowned. "hey, it was the name of my childhood hamster!"

"then it's going to be dibbles," twig said "well now that we figured all of that out, here we are!" "where's here exactly?" dibbles said looking all arround for wherever they were supposed to be

the fae smirked. "you'll find out soon enough"

“That sounds kinda rapey,” I remarked, somewhat nervous.

"nah, i'm just messing with you, here we are." twig said pulling away a branch to show a tunnel running under a line of trees. they walked through the tunnel and at the other side dibbles gasped at the sight that was before him.

It was the ugliest thing he’d ever seen.

Ugly, in a beautiful sort of way. Dark mushrooms glistened from the ground in the shade of barren trees

Ugly in that weirdly pleasing way; everything was the same shade of brown, hints of gray and twinkling rocks littered the ground. Then the smell hit him.

the smell was like nothing he'd smelled before, it was sickly sweet, and almost smelled like rotting fruit.. but not quite.

Bioluminescent mushrooms and noss were scattered around the grover. Dibbles (??) looked at twig
, “where are we”

Twig looked at dibbles with a disapproving face and said "this is my home, and your face is saying that you don't like it very much."

Dibbles sighed “well duh, i thought you were a fae, not a vampire!” Twig gasped with horror “ take that back”

Dibbles crossed his arms defiantly and said "nope." Twig glared at him and was about to say something and then decided to full on tackle dibbles instead.

“Hey!!!!stop!!” Dibbles yelled, squirming, because Twig was now sitting on him.

Twig mimicked dibbles by saying "nope" and crossing his arms. Dibbles replied with a sigh "we aren't getting much further in our journey, Twig."

"Thats fine. you are a good pillow"

Dibbles sighed again and tried to push Twig off of him.

(can we make this gay )

(Make it the gayest)

(good. gayest is good. verrry good)

(sure i don't care)

Only a week into the journey and Dibbles already felt like quitting. It was the fae's high spirits that kept him going at this point - and the desire to not let him down.

(make it as gay as yall want)