#webbest

“What matters is that we are here now and we need to get out.” She takes his paw in her hand, using her free hand to hold up Abigail’s flower. The blood red color a stark contrast against the gray evening sky. Abigail’s spirit forms before the two children, floating only a couple of feet from them with her own expression reflecting that of Wendy’s. If one didn’t know better they could almost mistake Abigail’s spirit for Wendy’s. Wendy’s hand tightens around Webber’s paw in a small almost reassuring squeeze. “Together Abigail and I will work with you, to help you escape. You have my word.”

There’s something moving.. There’s something moving. For a moment in the numb haze of waking up he can’t remember exactly where it is that he is, or why, and he- FUCK. When something sharp jabs him in the side he scrambles up with all of the energy of a cat in a bathtub, barking and kicking out at whatever it is that touched him.  When he realizes that it’s a person(??), he postures and snarls wordlessly, warning them away while he tries to gather himself.

Where did this tiny child come from and why are they holding his hand?? Oh gods, he was awful with kids. What was he supposed to do about this? If Ortho were here he could ask him for help. But since he’s alone he finds himself completely unsure on how to respond. His natural reaction is to freeze like a statue and simple stare wide eyed at the young one. After realizing this is going to get neither of them anywhere he finally speaks up. “H-hello...” A greeting, great. Good first move. Now he just had to think on what to do next. His mind goes to tell him to act how he used too with his younger brother. Thinking like that he lets his hand close around the others hand in a gentle grip that can easily be pulled out of if the other so desires. He’s surprised by how soft their hand, since he’s never actually touched a spider before he always assumed their fur would be more rough and spindly. “Are... Are you okay? You shouldn’t be here alone. Do you have anyone with you or looking for you?”

“Why hello there little one!” “Whereabouts did you come from?”

Eyes glance up from the darkened pond where Wendy had been watching the fish swim. A hand reaches up to touch the flower crown that now adorns her head. Delicate petals feel like silk against her finger tips, the colored flowers pop amongst the gray of the world around her in her reflection and when she turns to see the smile her friend is giving her, there’s almost a wisp of a smile on her features. The corner of her lips twitch up, her typically lethargic eyes hold a sliver of light to them and for a moment the two of them are simple children again. With no worries to their life, no reminders of the atrocities they’ve lived through, just two children wearing flower crowns and pretending to be royalty of the land they survey. Wendy’s smile fades when her eyes cast a glance to her own reflection. Her sister staring back at her instead of her. But a feeling of childish joy still lingers somewhere in her heart. “Thank you.” She finally says and nods to the gray pond next to her. “Want to help me catch a fishy? I was going to use my hands like Woodie showed me how.”