Ness-Wednesday's um.... Stuff

[Ness-Wednesday]

This would be the thread where I post my own artistic things I made like drawings or music.

Something that was originally supposed to be scary, but I noticed I did it wrong and it was just a generic joke, that made me laugh at parts.
https://soundcloud.com/ness-wednesday/dead-pubs-peak

Some old 2014 artwork I did back then:

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First try on "cross-cross-evolution":

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Autumn strip comic:

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Date for memory of completion.

Winter strip comic:

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Proper feedback is allowed (lol, it obviously is why wouldn't it?), and whenever I make something artistic this will be updated.

[FireyPaperMario]

I think it's good for you to show off some of your work in an thread of your own. Can't wait for more of your art. *P.S., I wasn't being sarastic, I'm really looking forward for your work in the future! ^.^')*

[Artemis008]

This would be the thread where I post my own artistic things I made like drawings or music.

I want to start off with something that was originally supposed to be scary, but I noticed I did it wrong and it was just a generic joke, that made me laugh at parts.

Spoiler: show

https://soundcloud.com/ness-wednesday/dead-pubs-peak

Proper feedback is allowed (lol, it obviously is why wouldn't it?), and whenever I make something artistic this will be updated.

DO you mind if I use this in my project? All credit will be given.

[Ness-Wednesday]

This would be the thread where I post my own artistic things I made like drawings or music.

I want to start off with something that was originally supposed to be scary, but I noticed I did it wrong and it was just a generic joke, that made me laugh at parts.

Spoiler: show

https://soundcloud.com/ness-wednesday/dead-pubs-peak

Proper feedback is allowed (lol, it obviously is why wouldn't it?), and whenever I make something artistic this will be updated.

DO you mind if I use this in my project? All credit will be given.

It's fine, you can you use this if you want thanks for letting me know.

[Ness-Wednesday]

Some old 2014 artwork I did back then:

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Enemies from Wario's Woods!

[Ness-Wednesday]

Don't know why but I feel like leanring how to make/edit sprites and these three were in mind probably because I thought of "cross-evolution" in a different matter.

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I know they don't look great so feedback is appreciated.

[FireyPaperMario]

Don't know why but I feel like leanring how to make/edit sprites and these three were in mind probably because I thought of "cross-evolution" in a different matter.

Spoiler: show

I know they don't look great so feedback is appreciated.

They look, Okay.... Did you use Paint.net to make this?

[Ness-Wednesday]

Don't know why but I feel like leanring how to make/edit sprites and these three were in mind probably because I thought of "cross-evolution" in a different matter.

Spoiler: show

I know they don't look great so feedback is appreciated.

They look, Okay.... Did you use Paint.net to make this?

Yes, I;m sort of learning to do sprites.
I just need to try to make more smoother ones.

[FireyPaperMario]

Here's my advice for getting good at making sprites:

• Practice making some 8-bit NES or Game Boy sprites (Or both), that's how I started making sprites when I first worked on my Luigi sprites!

[Ness-Wednesday]

I actually like that, I think it's very good too, thanks I'll try that!

Well, I know it's been over two months since I posted here, but I'm definitely not dead (nor did I leave this community).
But I'll update the OP with something big tonight!

Edit: I've updated the OP today, check it out!

[FireyPaperMario]

Don't worry, we didn't miss much! ^.^')

[Ness-Wednesday]

Update as of 12/31/16.
Oh boy, new year's eve is here, and I love the sound of 2017!
You know what else I like?
Drawing, especially comics and seasonal strips!

The winter strip is here a bit early than I expected, check the op!
And have a happy new year!

[FireyPaperMario]

I'll think the seasonal comic strips will sound like a great idea for 2017!^_^

[Ness-Wednesday]

I'll think the seasonal comic strips will sound like a great idea for 2017!^_^

Thanks, in fact they'll keep going for this year.
That I can promise and the Spring strip would probably be around April-May this year!

[Ness-Wednesday]

Okay, I'm back, but I'm not here with any typical artwork for sketch from the past or future, nor do I have any levels right now (I'm actually working on two of them right now though, so they'll be released in my level thread somewhere this Spring/Summer). This right here, is a story that mostly serves more than just an ironic fanfic, why? Because it's NOT Rise of The Shadow Kracko, it's actually a more original and better 'fanfic,' but for other questions:

Q: What about TROL&H?
A: Screw that, it was some garbage joke that died after the suffering year of 2016, there was a whole plot planned, but after April, I just couldn't deal with the generic stuff.

Q: Is there anything related to ROSTK?
A: Yes, technically Ness-Wednesday has been altered into being a character known as Prince-Northwest.

Q: Is there mature content in this?
A: Obviously not! There are some risky life events that occur, but why would add anything 18+ in this?

Q: What is this even for?
A: It's for some hopeful expansion with one of the stories that I would hopefully make into a franchise. That is...If my current goals do achieve before the Summer of 2019 (which I'm making sure they will).
Enough of that, I'll be going along now with the first chapter. I really loved these characters with how much potential they show, so I think it's time for me to drop this off... Peace!

Diverse Scouts
Chapter 1: Loss

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In another dimension, lived a boy, who was fine being left alone like a museum toy. Not many, if not none actually did know how he was separated in essence, because they would all think his life still made sense.

“It feels good to be called upon the people of Earth,” said the boy known as Prince Northwest. “I have such a radiant mood in my soul that I can just sing,” he ran down the steps of his home, so he could smell the fresh air. Soon he was ready to begin his morning duties.

However, Cathal had just arrived from the original dimension with a rather critical mood. He was very nervous because his best friends had told him about a “Diverse Party” that would be thrown at the beautiful sand of Miami, Florida.

“Prince Northwest, I have a noteworthy announcement to distribute,” Cathal, one of Prince’s secret friends, had known him since he was Four-Years-old.

“Why,” Prince Northwest started, “You usually don’t report anything from the human dimension this early, but you may continue.”

“There is a party that will be hosted tonight at Miami beach, and everyone is being invited,” Cathal explained as Prince Northwest had prepared his breakfast.

“Well, there isn’t a problem about a party because I can party like a Fax,” Prince Northwest replied as he waited for a strange bird creature to climb onto the seesaw as he prepared to say, “All-eay!” The creature was a pet of Prince who always wanted to fly, but he never could because he weight was nearly as opposite as a bee. As Prince Northwest said the word, he was shot up like a rocket and a white plump orb dropped into his open mouth. Cathal was never impressed by this.

“Congratulations,” Cathal replied with sarcasm.
“You shot Luca, into the dome… AGAIN.” Prince Northwest had to laugh as he prepared to water the flowers.

“Of course, towards our subject, you truly have an appreciative mind,” Said Prince Northwest. “If you really wanted me to come over, you could have just given me a call.”

Cathal shook his head, “But you don’t understand…,” he was getting anxious, so he was unable to fully give the correct details. “You can’t because there is already a bunch of people who are invited and it has been booked more than my dad’s restaurant!”

“Can you be more Specifica Northwest?,” Prince Northwest smirked.

Cathal just sighed in reaction before delivering the full message with honesty.

“You literally can’t go in because the ADA will be there!” After Cathal told Prince Northwest this, he could do nothing more than give him a neutral face.

“That’s exactly why you should dress up, so I can’t be caught by a dimensional tracking service.” Prince Northwest had left several evidence for this such as the public floodings at Hilton Miami Downtown, the April Fools prank titled the flying boys, and the entire Florida state blackout.

“PRINCE!” Cathal Shouted as he was splashed with water by Prince’s Gutter. He couldn’t say anything else because he didn’t like getting wet in his typical clothing. “Alright,” He clenched his arms together as he tried not to shout anymore. “But if we go, promise not to use any of your powers.” Prince Northwest preached his words, but Cathal didn’t know what would be their disguise.

“As long as we can be together, I’ll always be careful,” Prince said trying to preach his words. “You don’t have to worry because I’ll be prepared tonight,” He soon continued to water the flowers while singing. “But did you know, that when it snows, my eyes become wide...,” His voice soon faded as he jumped along the meadow.

“I must make sure no one finds out about him,” Cathal wasn’t accurately correct. As he traveled back to Earth and started on his way to school, before the Sun rose like an elevator, his two best friends Ronald and Owen met him near the bus stop.

“Morning Cathal,” Said Ronald.
“A good Maple Morning to you Cathal,” Owen followed along him as they both noticed Cathal with a rather concerned face. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s about that party,” Cathal replied. “Prince Northwest is coming, but I’m not sure if he’ll be able to control himself when he comes to the party?”

“You don’t have to worry because we’ll be there to help you pal,” Ronald answered.

“Indeed, we are all part of an alliance and we have the rights to preach or not to preach,” Owen continued.

“Well, I am surprised because you have used a modern cliche once again,” said a disappointed voice. That voice came from a short boy named Micah, the “cliche identifier.” “You have used the typical: alliance or friend agreement to opinions statement cliche, so I could say that you have officially failed your goal to succession once more.” With this, Cathal shook like an icicle, ready to fall any second now.

“Don’t mind his fear Micah,” said Ronald, “But I suggest to keep your cliche hunts to a minimum tonight.”

“Yeah, but let’s put the Maple Syrup and Pancakes for me and my family at a maximum!,” Owen shouted. They could do nothing more than laugh at his expression and words.

It was a rather tough morning with all of the concerns going about, but everyone was able to keep touch with one another. However, one short girl was known to be rather picky, almost as if she was part of a mafia.

“Why, you seem to be your beyond-average self Cathal,” the girl stepped forward. “I’m Lola, your worst nightmare, but I’m just repeating myself because you would know who I am now, right?!” Lola gave the boys a bedeviled look. When she would show a rather vicious look, people would begin to act like they were stunned by 100000 volts as they glared into her sharp teeth and golden, beautiful and massive hair because they knew that Lola would want to know every single detail about anything.

“She must have lived with a rich family,” Owen whispered to the three boys behind Lola’s back. Lola heard him, but she acted like they were only talking about her looks.

“Well, I guess you all are having your slumpy days,” Lola analyzed them, “Pretty ridiculous, since you all are in your young ages, if I should say so myself. And who was that little purple shirt guy again?” Before Lola continued, the school bell rang and they all walked to their perspective classes.

As Ronald kept following the steps to his art class, he could say nothing more than, “Never…”

It was 7 pm, and a majority of the invited guests were waiting for the party to begin. Prince Northwest could do nothing more than look at the mirror.

“My, my, Black and White are such traditional colors,” said Prince Northwest. “But maybe I should wear polka-dots?” He wasn’t sure what to wear.

“Plaid, no?”

“Inverted colors, absolutely not?”

“Hexagonasaurs, I’m restraining myself here,” He said as he went through a variety of clothing. He paused as he saw an alternative, shiny set of clothes that were crimson red with a slight reflection of magenta on the cape with glitter everywhere. “Perfect,” He stretched his back and laid on his back on the floor. He began to throw a plasma ball as he stared at his ceiling. Suddenly, there was a big knock on the door.

“Evening Prince,” said Cathal who wore a blue metallic dickie with a golden tie. “We seem to have thought of the same idea,” he continued.

“Well, I’m so sorry not to agree with that,” Prince said. They soon began to talk about how their choice in clothing was similar and different in comparison. Prince stated how he wore a cape and had glitter all over his set which glistened in the cosmic sky of space-ism. But Cathal would talk about how his dickie had a more metallic style and was more vivid in colors. They both laughed with Cathal to only agree with a conclusion.

“Well, I can truly see that our clothes do have our advantages, and disadvantages,” said Cathal as Prince Northwest ended with a flick on his cape and a simple word.

“Agreed.”

They arrived back to Earth when the party had just started, but Cathal could do nothing more than hold Prince’s hand. “Are you nervous?” Prince asked. Cathal first nodded, then replied that he was absolutely terrified.

Some people could say that this party was, in reality, a diverse party because there were a diverse group of people by race and difference who partied and played games throughout the night. Their DJ was literally a mother of two kids who was completely dressed as an 80s woman. Soon, Ronald met both Prince Northwest and Cathal as they continued to walk into the party.

“Well, you two look like you were partying in your parents past,” he laughed. So did Cathal, but not Prince Northwest.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right... ,” He said with a slight view of discomfort. “I…,” He couldn’t get any thought of socializing because there was a sudden flashback that appeared. It was about someone who was very young and looked just like him. He closed his eyes and tried not to shed a tear. His head trailed back like a train climbing a mountain.

“I don’t think I was supposed to make any parental references,” Ronald questioned.

“No,” Prince replied, “I’m certainly fine.” Micah walked in investigating the scene.

“I see, the most overused cliche of them all,” he started. “A character gains a flashback and he is over-,” Before he could finish, someone in the back had made a gesture to stop him, which he did.

“Who was that?,” Ronald asked.

“I don’t know,” Said Cathal. “But I suggests to at least keep our game on. Try to get in contact with any of our friends, so we don’t look like robots.”

“Agreed,” Replied Prince Northwest as he looked towards his left shoulder and met a boy dressed in black and white who was with a burgundy hooded girl.

“Well, wotcher there glittery one, how was y’r day at school?,” Oliver, a British Historian, admired Prince’s glamorous shirt.

Prince Northwest found his accent to be rather interesting. “Why, I would say that you’re accent is just the same,” He said.

“That’s because we come from Great Britain,” The Burgundy girl jumped forward. “He’s my brother who loves to analyze history, the both of us and my mother moved to these insane grounds five years ago. I would say that although he can be known for his high IQ, whatever that junk means, he can go on like the number pi. My brother decided to keep his accent, but I wanted to inherit the knowledge of a modern American, and good golly I can never imagine how you people try to not enjoy this mess?”

“Indeed, partying can be quiet bonkers, but its history goes back to Greece,” Oliver was about to get ready to talk about the history of Greece, but the lights began to turn into blue waves of water jumping like herd of rabbits. Just then, Prince heard a similar beat as his two new friend’s mother began to play classical rock music.

“Are you people ready to start rocking?!” She yelled as a majority of people began to shout out loud and cheered. “Then let’s get it rocking with some karaoke!”

“Oh no,” Prince Northwest stopped gazing on the two kids and yelled; “This is my Jam!” He ran up to the stage, pushing through like a monster truck. Cathal was talking to some of his friends, until he recognized those shiny clothes.

“This is far from good,” Cathal was losing it. He was preparing himself to make a run for it, but he was stopped by the similar figure who quieted Micah.

“Don’t worry Cathal it’s me,” Owen was hiding himself.

“Owen?” He wondered. “What are you doing, we’re going to be laughed at?”

“I was checking to see if the ADA are here, and unfortunately, I can’t say they’re not,” Owen pointed at two men dressed in armor as they walked in, looking for someone. But they weren’t looking for Prince, they were looking for someone else. Meanwhile, a gardener and a giant was about ready to enter the party, but an anonymous group of 300 uninvited people had stepped in and invaded their space. One of them was picking on the Gardener.

“What’s the matter with you?,” Shouted Ace the giant. “She’s done nothing wrong and you’re harassing my girl?!” He kept stomping on the ground trying to make them flee, but they didn’t topple off their feet.

“Why are you provoking us if we have nothing towards whatever corrupt crime you’re committing?,” Sophia shouted. Suddenly, one of these individuals pointed a gun at her. Sophia immediately ran behind Ace’s feet as the anonymous group walked in like robbers. The guard was being trampled by them, due to his short size. Meanwhile, the party continued to express a colorful, audible sight towards the public as Prince Northwest took the stage with Cathal and Owen running into action.

“Hey are all of you party peeps fans of Coldplay?,” Prince Northwest shouted as people began to scream while Prince Northwest prepared to sing.

“Why can’t you just sing anything classical like a song from Rush?,” Owen shouted as he kept running until he tripped on his shoelace. Cathal kept running, not acknowledging that Owen was no longer behind him.

“Wait Prince, you can’t-,” Cathal was about to shout and possibly jump. However, he heard a suspicious sound as if it tickled his ear drums. He gave Prince gestures as if danger was ahead, but the young boy wasn’t paying attention.

“Well, I once spoke to a girl who said-,” His sentence changed into one word which was… “Massacre!,” People kept shouting and cheering because they didn’t know that he was yelling out that there was a mass shooting. “No!,” He pointed to the entrance, “Mass Shooting!,” But people didn’t think he was being serious after his long endurance of intense singing.

“Yeah,” Said Prince’s new friend, the Burgundy girl, who pulled her hoody down revealing her golden hair. “My name is 2010’sDebaterGirl, and I’m here to support his voice with a-,” Her words mocked Prince Northwest’s words as she cut the microphone and screamed in reaction to the most audible shot throughout the entire beach.

“No!,” Panicked Cathal.

“Everyone get down!,” Shouted Prince Northwest who couldn’t do anything more than dive off the stage like a Delphinus. The entire crowd ducked down as gunshots roared in the ears of the frightened people. Soon, after the first wave of bullets was over, Owen crawled to Cathal as swiftly as possible.

“We got to get Prince Northwest out of here before either the ADA or “they” will get him,” Cathal whispered, but Owen was confused.

“Who’s they?,” He asked Cathal. Cathal couldn’t do nothing more than sigh, but he stayed confident about his plan.

“Let’s go,” Cathal shouted as they crawled through the crowd, so they could find Prince Northwest. Prince Northwest kept his mouth shut for good, but he feared that neither the two of his friends would find him this way. However, both Cathal and Owen had found him just in time. A second wave of bullets began as people ducked down again.

“We’ve got to make a run for it,” said Prince Northwest.

“No kidding,” replied Owen, “But how are we going to distract this gang without having them know that you exist?,” Cathal looked around the floor and found a busted, but still working radio. He turned it on as it began to play a classical pop song until he threw it into the air. The anonymous group fired at the radio until they ran out of bullets. As the wave ended, Cathal shouted on the top his lungs.

“Everyone,” He began, “Head for the best alternative exit, and don’t waste your life idoling because they can begin another wave any second now!,” Soon everyone began to run for any ideal exit, especially the young trio of men. Prince Northwest ran the fastest, but he kept looking at literally everything around him. First he noticed Micah was shouting as he analyzed the scene towards another movie cliche.

“Average people running, average people running average people running!,” Micah kept yelling, “Just like in every single Marvel Cinematic Universe film!,” Soon the third wave began, but Prince Northwest ducked his head and chest to a less visible sight while hiding behind a flipped table. He soon looked as he noticed that he was becoming weaker, almost like if someone was draining his powers behind his back. Prince looked up again.

“Geebers,” He shouted as he watched a genetically modified girl get shot in the head with blueberries splattering everywhere. Suddenly, he noticed that his friends were gone. “Owen and Cathal, where are you?” He noticed that Owen had left a while back, but Cathal didn’t just yet.

“Help me,” Said a similar voice. It was Cathal, and he was being grabbed by one of the members of the anonymous group. Prince Northwest tried to help as one another anonymous member was preparing a gun.

“No, I can’t let this happen!,” He shouted, but a someone unexpectedly grabbed him by the neck, and then his back.

“You thought you could escape the ADA strange creature?,” Said the man as the anonymous individual prepared to shoot. Suddenly, Prince Northwest used his telekinesis, revealing himself towards the group of temporary spectators. He tried his best in order to prevent the bullet from entering Cathal’s chest, but as the ADA employee lets go of him, he suddenly gets weaker by the dozen. Suddenly, an unexpected shadow is seen in front of the scene only for it to be a falling bomb. Soon, the Anonymous group begins to flee while the ADA chases them.

“Sir, what should we do with this individual?,” Said another ADA member.

“Leave him,” Replied another employee of the anti-dimensional association. “And Call the S.W.A.T. Team while we’re at it!,” Cathal got up regularly, but was soon met with an unexpected shot. It lethally went through his stomach and ricocheted on Prince’s Arm badly. Soon, the bomb dropped, and exploded on top of Cathal while launching Prince Northwest into the ocean. Prince could see nothing more than a blue space of water and fleeing fish while his eyes closed upon him in recoil.

“I’m sorry...,” Prince Northwest faintly stated as he continued to drown. Prince Northwest was no longer in sight after he shut his eyes tight for the better. Soon, it was a cloudy Morning, but Prince Northwest thankfully didn’t drown. He was thankfully capable of holding his breath while he was in a temporary coma.

“Gulp!,” Prince gulped while gasping for air as he swam to the shore. He was lucky to never encounter any Bull or Tiger sharks, but he wasn’t lucky enough to have a survivor in sight waiting for him. All that could be seen was a group of similar faces circling around who was possibly Cathal. “Oh no…” He feared as he walked through the humid sand. Cathal was dead, and his body was about to be carried off on an Ambulance as most of the people from the party broke up the circular form. Prince Northwest ran up to the corpse, with tears ready to slide down his salty face.

“Prince,” Oliver stepped back, “My apologies.” He eventually walked up to him to pat on his back, but everyone didn’t seem to agree. The majority of the people were rather disappointed that he didn’t state how he was from another dimension, so they would assume a typical conclusion that he brought the Anonymous group into the party. Although this wasn’t in the levels where they would think this happened, which it didn’t, most of them walked away. “How blooming dare they…,” He shook his head. “They dinnae even know how they bashed the knees up before the shooting.” Prince could do nothing more but glance at both Oliver, and the now dead Cathal. Ace sighed as he looked at the crowd.

“Don’t worry,” Said Ace. “I know that you weren’t responsible for this because I spotted them before head.” He told him about how Sophia, his girlfriend was being harassed while the Karaoke started. Owen was there too, but he couldn’t do nothing more than stare blankly with a neutral face. “Not even the trainee Doctor can help us, and he’s from France.”

“What?,” Prince Northwest vaguely asked him.

“Oh,” Ace began. “Well, Sophia had once performed a research on medical performances and discovered that France had the best overall health care in the world.” Prince Northwest didn’t find it to be helpful now. “His name is Alaire, and he’ll be back right away.” Ace was right, Alaire ran up to the dead body with an ADE as sirens began to echo through the scene.

“Clear!,” He shouted, but it didn’t work. He tried adding more volts into the ADE, but still nothing happened. No matter how many volts he added, Cathal was seen to be at a closer rate of death than ever before. “This is my final shot,” he said. “This may be a bit too much, but I have no choice.” He went all out with all of the machine’s power but it was no use. “It was official, Cathal did indeed die,” Said Alaire who looked back only to see several ambulances arrive to investigate the scene. Prince Northwest looked up as people began to form and pick up the corpse. It soon began to rain.

“Why couldn’t it be me?,” Prince Northwest cried as he got up. “He doesn’t deserve to die like this…” Oliver and Ace did nothing more than look at each other until the three boys started to slowly follow the Ambulance. However, Prince Northwest didn’t want to keep following the ambulance, so he looked for an abandoned house to sleep in. It wasn’t long until he found one, but he still felt rather blue after the tragic night. Not too far was a library, but he wasn’t sure what to do. “What is going on?,” He questioned himself. He decided to take a nap first, before going in. As he walked in, he couldn’t help but feel even more depressed than before. He stepped on a set of newspapers, so he decided to pick it up, and the read the headline. The newsline had stated the following:

UNKNOWN GANG CAUSES MASSACRE AT DIVERSE PARTY:
At the course of six-hours, tragedy has struck during a Miami beach party. According to officials, nearly sixty people were killed with hundreds injured. The following deaths include many members of the Anonymous group, the ADA, and two officers. However, recent footage that was leaked two minutes after the massacre confirmed that the female genetically modified individual was shot in the head during the incident as well as the 12 year-old boy Cathal Wallace-

He stopped reading there, thus deciding not to finish the sentence. He decided to go to the library instead of sleeping in for the morning. “I should probably find a better story to read, I can’t stand the blatantly spread incident of my loss becoming my own flea.” Just then, he walked into the library, only to have the Librarian get his attention on sight.

“My dear,” She said. “One of your friends had told me to get in contact with you because he is hoping to see you.” Prince Northwest was given a telephone by the Librarian, who was dialing the number. When Prince heard this particular voice, he recognized whose voice it was.

“Hey…” Said Ronald who was calling through the phone with a voice in dismay. “If you’re listening, I just want to tell you that me and Owen are wishing to meet you at the Hospital as soon as possible…” Prince Northwest didn’t know that he was being watched.

“Who is he calling?,” Lola whispered to herself after she finished reading a Science book. “I ought to know more about him if he is from another dimension.” She just stared at him as he ran out of the library to meet both Ronald and Owen at the hospital. While he visited the hospital, Owen was at the front of a door. A door that had doctors investigating the body.

“Well…” Owen greeted neutrally, trying to be harmless. “It wasn’t your fault that’s what also counts.” He noticed that Prince was still frowning upon Cathal’s death. “Look, I can understand that you’ve lost a friend from this world, but we’re biologically humans, so we’re not immortal… Except for Jellyfish, but whatever is the science behind that?”

“I don’t think you understand what I’m thinking about,” said Prince Northwest. Ronald just came back from drinking a cup of water and going to the bathroom.

“Well, I’m going to have to find a new best friend now that I’ve lost poor Cathal…” Ronald moaned with a wimpy voice. “Without him, I don’t know who will play tetherball, swim, or draw with me in a lonely night,” He continued as he sat down with a more distorted frown than before. Prince Northwest noticed that Cathal had never talked about his parents, so he decided to ask Owen what was the truth.

Owen glanced around the halls and sighed. “Ronald and I kept it a secret until Ronald contacted 911 when he panicked at his friend’s dead body.” Prince didn’t seem to know whether Owen was hinting about his parents or not. “I’m wasn’t just a close friend to Cathal, I was also his step brother. When he was only a year-old, my parents and I lived in Toronto, Canada and I was almost as old as him at the time. All I could remember was a letter that said the parents were going through several threats and they would be killed any minute. We didn’t know where the letter came from because he was mysteriously found on a Cargo ship. I know it sounds hard, but whether he has any alternative relatives is unknown at the moment.” Prince Northwest was about to cry, but Ronald soon hugged him as Owen looked up and said the following: “Don’t worry, just because he’s gone doesn’t mean that you’ll be alone forever. We’ll help you out for as long as you live,” Oliver and Ace had heard the entire thing. Oliver could do nothing more than cry while Ace just smiled to see the trio hugging each other.

“My mint floop,” He cried. “I can’t imagine how adorable thou yobs r together. Although we may not know when did death first historically took gaff, love has always been relevant since the birth of mating.” Prince, Owen and Ronald questioned him while Oliver giggled in reaction.

“Anyways, I think you may have to take account of this,” Said Ace who gave Owen a file about a Funeral flyer. Additionally, it also stated that Cathal was a Boy Scout and they would be hoping to have anyone substitute his role as a troop member. Prince Northwest began to smile.

“Maybe I should file in?,” He asked.

“No, no you should not,” Owen replied.

“Why?” Oliver interrupted him. “My little China Plate would make a perfect addition to the troop.” Owen just grew impatient, so he just simply stated:

“Says the scout who wrote an entire novel about Robert Baden-Powell.” Soon, he and Oliver began an argument. Ace just rolled his eyes and scooped both Ronald and Prince Northwest up with his hand.

“What he’s trying to say,” Ace began. “Is that although you’re not a bad choice for a scout, you may want to keep your powers or dimensional traits in hiding until further notice.”

“Why would I want to do that?,” Prince Northwest asked.

“Because it takes a while for people to accept those who are more unique than others.” Ace answered as he chuckled and put them back onto the original floor level. “Did you think it was easy for them to accept that I was a sixty foot giant that lived in the clouds?” The latter was true because his girlfriend, Sophia, met him after growing a tallest tree on Earth, which was almost bigger than Jack’s Beanstalk.

“You’ve got a point,” Said Prince Northwest. “But I can’t give up now. Maybe I should do so for the better.” Prince Northwest had decided to file the applications for Scouting, so he could hopefully honor his life in favor of Cathal’s death. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens when I send these babies in,” He thought to himself. It took him four hours to file the documents and other required files, but he thankfully didn’t spend his life rather stiff afterwards.

“Evening Prince,” Said Owen, who just met Prince Northwest at 8:45 pm during a busy transition while looking for a mailbox.

“Evening Owen,” Prince answered. “I’ve finished filing for the troop and I also got a bit of help from someone, so I could have them all correctly organized.”

“Why, I’m glad that you’re willing to join the troop,” Said Owen. “Just be sure not to show any evidence that you’re from another dimension, especially from a specific someone.” They both had a good laugh when Owen said a “special someone.” Just than, two kids walked up right before Prince Northwest could mail the envelope of Scout files.

“Excuse me,” Said the boy with an innocent voice. “Will you help us find Mysterious Mamba?” Owen didn’t know who was he talking about.

“Mysterious Who-now?,” He said in confusion.

“Mysterious Mamba,” Said a Gothic Girl. “Hi, I’m Lucy, me and my brother Lars are trying to find this girl who has been rumored to be a homeless teenage that haunts the night anywhere at anytime, so she could find her lost boyfriend.” Owen and Prince gave very dotted face towards them and each other in reaction.

“Okay…,” Owen Shivered. Prince Northwest smiled and told Lars a very positive message.

“Young man, I’m sure you’ll soon find her someday. Whether people say she’s a mythical or a logical being, it’s only you who has the right to believe in whatever you want to wish upon.” Prince Northwest gave Owen a high five as he shook Lar’s hand.

“I knew you great will was still in you,” Said Owen.

“You two seem to be rather… What’s the words? Contented,” Said Lucy.

“Now what was I talking about again?,” Said Owen who lost his reply due to him laughing at Lucy’s interests at the two boys smiling. Right away, Prince Northwest slipped the envelope into the mailbox and closed it since they knew that eventually, they will be able to have the first Space-ism Scout in the history of BSA.

To be continued….