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@markiplier

With that, she made her way out of the castle and to the nearby dock, stonefaced. 

It was a new hobby for Zak but he felt like he'd been doing it forever. He loved his skateboard and using it to ride around the city. Sometimes he'd ride off farther than he'd expected as he'd spend hours just riding around on that skateboard. He looked around at the landscape his skateboard had brought him to this time. It wasn't familiar at all and just as Zak suspected he was in a deserted area, he practically ran over someone.

Jack was soaring through the skies on the wind, laughing as he unleased a flurry of snow on the towns below. He turned to look upon his work proudly. All of a sudden, he was sent flying by the wake of something whizzing past. "HEY!" He shouted after it before he realized it probably wouldn't hear or notice him. He decided to follow the strange craft. As he got closer to it, he realized that it was being driven by a boy, probably close to his own age. Or, at least the age he was when he died. He followed closely until he landed. He smirked and touched the tip of his staff to what looked like th sail of the strange craft. Frost spread across the sail, freezing it open. Jack snickered at his trick.

Chip hummed to himself as he skipped along the streets of the town outside the castle. His mother was busy in the castle, as usual, and granted him permission to roam the town for a bit. The blond-haired boy was kicking around a ball and ambitiously decided to see how far he could kick it. As soon as his foot made contact with the ball, the bouncy sphere traveled very far up...and happened to land on one of the roofs of the shops. “Uh oh.” Chip furrowed his eyebrows in concern. He obviously wasn’t tall enough to get the ball himself, so he looked around the village in search of someone who could help him. The first person he saw was a man just roaming around the village. Chip had never seen the man before, but decided to approace him anyway. He ran towards the man, “Excuse me, sir,” Chip said politely, “Do you think you can help me with something?” Chip turned his head and pointed to the roof. “I’m not exactly the tallest.” He shrugged, almost apologetically.

Oswald was lost, again. Of course that it would be nomal if he had been lost in his own planet but no. He had end up in another planet. Probably he did something wrong on his way out of Wasteland, since he used to cross a mirror. Perhaps the mirror was trying to play a prank on him. The little one looked around, trying to find something that seemed familiar. Nothing. Oh great, now how I'm going to get out of here? He thought. The rabbit walked around, with both hands in the pockets of his blue shorts and his eyes on the ground when he ran into someone.