Chapter 12

While a snake of glowing green ooze was swimming and twisting its way about high above Lavalava Island, things were going on inside its famous gigantic tree.

"Well, well, well, Brother. We meet again..."

Fyooshi and Raphael at last were before the man they were looking for. He looked just like the Yoshi's big bird of a handy companion, only he was significantly smaller in size as Ravens generally are supposed to be. He was resting in a suitably-sized nest in the middle of the part of the tree they were then on the premises of. The treacherous fowl was between two Yoshes, one black, one white, both of them fanning their master with a pair of long, bristly palm leaves. This was Ren, and something had to be done about him.

"Well," Ren continued, "you certainly have gotten taller, Brother. What's the story, hm? Did those Koopas make you eat a little too much of something? Do tell."

"That is not important now," Raphael responded, a serious expression plastered on his mug. "Something else has brought us into your presence..."

"I see..." said the island's ruler. The treacherous bird closed his eyes and nodded slowly. He picked himself up from his last sentence. "So... May I ask you boys what brings you to my humble presence?"

Raphael spoke up. "We have come to undo a few of your misdemeanors, Ren."

Fyooshi was nibbling away at his fingertips with his body jittering while the enemy Raven remained sitting in pure comfort with the fans waving.

"Is that right?" he asked. "And what could I have possibly done to have angered you?"

"For starters," Raphael began, "this poor fellow, here," he motioned towards Fyooshi, still acting nervous, "tells me you've been forcing him and his people to perform various pain-staking tasks for you, such as building statues of you, gathering food for you, entertaining you, and even fanning you!"

The black and the white Yoshis glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes and continued fanning.

"So?" the corrupted bird scoffed. Raphael glared. Fyooshi started sweating.

"To 'entertain' you, you require them to face each other in battles to the death, and humiliate themselves before you!"

Fyooshi clenched his eyes shut, remembering a time Naji got into a fight with a good friend of his, Blushi. According to Ren's standards, it was a good fight, complete with all the blood and disembodied limbs he could ask for, but it was definitely something he would rather not have seen. He also remembered a time Naji had to wear some type of helmet from one half of a coconut on his head and do a chicken dance in front of the tyrant. However, these were but two examples of the kinds of things he would make them do. Come to think of it, where had Naji gone since he’d last seen him?

"Yeah? So?" the spoiled bird retorted again. Raphael shuffled his way directly in front of his brother. The distance between their eyes was not very spacious in the least. The big one leaned forward while the small one remained still.

"You force them to undergo many a degrading punishments whenever they disobey orders, even for little things, such as chipping one of the statues and staying up past their curfews..."

Fyooshi remembered that fateful night when the three of him, Naji, and Noshi had broken the rules a little so they could have a run-in with a gang of space aliens. Double come to think of it, where had Noshi gone?

"Sooo?" the uncaring individual cooed. Raphael squinted his eyes, feeling his amount of displeasure rising.

"Ren, I thought I could trust you. We thought we could trust you. You let everyone down. You let Mother down! This is unacceptable," he growled.

"Mother didn't know what she had. I'm putting it to good use. What's the big deal?" Ren shrugged.

Raphael took a step back and squared what probably could have been considered the black thing's shoulders. He maintained his posture. "That's not what power is for, Ren. Just because you're the master of the island, doesn't mean you should act like it. I'm here to take back my position and straighten you out. Now you get out of your seat and get in bed. I'll come up with a suitable punishment for you in due time."

"You know what, I've got a better idea." He hopped out of his sitting position, landed before his previous location, and shuffled closer to his sibling. As soon as he did this, the Yoshis ended the fanning and exchanged more weird looks. Fyooshi had his hands clasped over his mouth as though to keep it from spitting something out that could make the situation even less comfortable. Ren stood on his toes and craned his head back to look into his fellow family member's eyes. Raphael looked down, similarly. "Why don't you go to bed? It's past your bedtime, anyway. The same goes for you, too, Yoshi boy. You're gonna get it, now." Fyooshi's pupils suddenly jolted into a smaller size. He stopped breathing.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Raphael turned red, bulged a vein across his forehead, leaped up into the air, backflipped, and slammed into the ground, harshly. This time, the force of it sent a ripple swimming across the area surrounding him so hard, not only did his black-feathered enemy get knocked down, but all three Yoshis as well. They all yelped in surprise. Once it was over, the four victims of this attack began struggling to get back to standing. The Yoshis managed this before the fourth guy did. Ren scrambled back up onto his feet, shaking his head. He had an angry look on his face. The two brothers continued staring each other down. Raphael resumed with an equally fierce facial expression. "Ren, you are stepping down, and that's final. Now get out of here, before I really lose my temper. Is that understood?"

"Understood, my eye! Listen, you: this position is mine, and mine, alone! You are not taking it away from me, and neither is anybody else! You want your precious little island back? You're gonna have to fight me for it, first!"

The Yo'sters remained perfectly still with little to no signs of any respiratory action. They watched as the two brothers glared at each other directly in their eyes. Raphael and Ren could feel both their eyes burning twice as hard. They could feel their anger. One could feel his own and his brother's, the other could feel his brother's and his own. They were inhaling and exhaling crazily. This extremely unsettling bout of a staring contest continued until finally Raphael said something.

"Tomorrow at sundown," he growled, "every villager will gather, and you and I will have our fight. Winner becomes the island's new ruler. Clear?"

Ren carried on with his intense staring as his brother did the same. "Clear," he agreed. The three reptiles that witnessed this could suddenly feel heavy boulders of immense heat suddenly form in the pit of their guts. Fyooshi placed one hand over his chest and the other over his mouth. Ren turned around, shuffled back to where he previously sat, and returned to the way he was before the conversation. The two birds glared at each other some more. The black and white Yoshis maintained their stillness.

At last, Raphael turned his head towards his magenta-colored companion. "Come on, Fyooshi," he said quietly. Fyooshi brought his hands away from their places, and let them float by his side for a few seconds. Then he placed one in the other like he was holding his own hand. He turned towards the exit like his black savior did. Raphael began to shuffle towards it. Fyooshi took one step, then looked behind him. He saw the tyrant still glaring like a basilisk. He felt a freezing ice cube had twisted itself up his spine, and turned around to catch up with the tyrant's brother.

As soon as they made it back to where they’d entered, Raphael turned around to give his sibling one last look. "Be ready."

"I will."

After that exchange between the big one and the little one, the two visitors could finally leave. Ren watched them go in spite. He took a moment to speculate on how he was going to show his brother who truly was the "bigger" one.

I don't care if you're huge, now. I'm Ren. You can't beat me. No one can...

Nevertheless, this other feeling of his that something was missing did not seize to hang around him.

"A-hem," he grunted. The black and white Yoshis beside him jolted back to life and began fanning him again. Feeling the rushes of cool air sweep across his body over and over again in that rhythmic pattern did little to rid him of the furious look on his face...

A ways beyond, the two adversaries of the island's master were continuing with another one of their journeys. "Don't worry, Fyooshi," the magenta-colored dinosaur heard. "We'll reach the village soon enough..."

"So, he's in the third room to the left?"

"Yes, honey. He might still be sleepin', though. I'd leave him be, if I were you."

"All right! Thanks, lady!"

He made his way up the stairs, down the hallway, and started passing a few of the doors. The first... second... third one.

"Nga-HA!" he said happily. He turned the knob, pushed his way in, and took note of the personality of his environment.

The room was pretty silent. All it really had was a closet, a dresser, a table, a chair, and a bed with a nightstand next to it, all of them composed mostly of wood in a rather rustic manner. This didn't necessarily mean that one individual couldn't have a good night's rest in it, though.

"ZZZZzzzz... ZZZZzzzz..." the figure in one of the beds snoozed away. Peacefully, it slept. Then suddenly...

"SNIFIT!" Oof! "You son-of-a-Goomba!" Oof! "I can't believe it's you!" Oof! "You! You! You!!!" Oof! Oof! Oof! A similar person was bouncing up and down upon the formerly slumbering one's chest, shouting all the while and hearing some painful grunts at the same time.

"GET OFFA ME, YOU FREAK!!!" Snifit roared as he shoved this unexpected guest off of him with great force. This caused the guest to practically fly off and land with a THUD on the ground. Snifit leapt onto his feet, causing the mattress of his foothold to scrunch up and down as a result of the weight and the movement. He turned towards his intruder and let him have it. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF BONUS GAMES IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! YOU DON'T JUST GO JUMPING UP AND DOWN ON PEOPLE WHILE THEY'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! ARE YOU CRAZY?! GET OUT!!!"

The person on the floor poked his head up from behind the bed, rubbing his sore noggin. "But Snifit! Don't you remember me? It's me! Shy Guy! We went on that one mission against that one wooden doll thing, remember?"

Snifit started breathing a little easier, letting it all come back to him. The laser beams. The giant Koopa Troopa. The cloudy place. Even the wooden doll thing. Everything. All of it including the man who stuck with him throughout the whole ordeal. That man was the white-masked, red-robed weirdo that just attacked him, and he was right in front of him after all this time. He looked at him and changed his tone. "Oh, cripes. Not you," he moaned.

"Snifit! You do remember me! Ah, I'm so happy." He jumped back onto the springy bed and ensnared his old acquaintance in a massive hug of skin-tightening proportions. It wasn't returned, though.

"Yeah, yeah. Good to see you, too, buddy," Snifit mumbled.

After that, Shy Guy stepped back and let a little space be between him and the other 8-Bit. "So, what do you wanna do now? Ruin some picnics? Recruit new members? Eat some candy?"

Snifit sighed. "No, I don't want to ruin anyone's picnics, recruit any new members, or eat any candy. Besides, the Shy Gang's days are over, Shy Guy. Face it. We've got new lives now."

"Oh no we don't! Sure, the Shy King's gone, and so is Robin Hifit, and that one little guy, too. Maybe the whole crew's gone, for all I know!" He wrapped his left arm around the Snifit's shoulders. "But there's still you," he pointed to himself, "and me!" then to his fellow ex Shy Gang member.

"Um..."

Shy Guy released his hold of Snifit. "With my slingshot," he said, pulling out that very weapon, "and your... um... big nose... we can accomplish anything!" Shy Guy stuck his arms into the air and waved them.

Snifit lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut with one of his fin-like arms. "Look, Shy Guy, it's great to see you, and all, but pretty much the only thing I want accomplished right now is me getting some sleep. So if you'll excuse me-"

DDDDRRRRIIIINNNGGG!

The alarm clock on the nightstand beside Snifit's bed went off. He slapped his forehead and grumbled something.

Shy Guy started talking again. "Sooo," he dragged on, "you wanna go get some breakfast?"

Snifit rested his face in his hands and started swaying his head from left to right. He looked up from them, and plopped both arms beside his belt. "Sure, why not," he conceded.

"Great!"

The dining room of the tavern had only a few people in it. One was sitting alone here, another was seating himself at a different table in a solitary manner, and two others were in front of the counter, enjoying their breakfasts a ways before the mole behind where they were dining, cleaning out a glass or two. One of these guys had on the traditional suit of samurai armor complete with the vest, the helmet with long bristles of differing colors sticking out of it, and an axe resting across his back. On each hand, he donned a pair of white gloves. His face consisted of a duo of warm eyes, and a big, black beard to go with his long hair sticking out of the back of his headgear. The other one had similar hair, but it was a little thinner. His hair was also brown, not black, and wasn't covered by any such attire for the cranium. He had a mustache plastered across his face. In a different fashion, he donned an orange tunic to go with his black shoes and his mostly white outfit. At the moment, both were in the acts of consuming their breakfasts. The bearded one was enjoying a nice plate of toast whereas the mustachioed one was having some fried eggs and sizzling bacon. The bearded one was finishing up a story.

"...And just before I could defeat the diamond thing, I woke up," he was saying.

The mustachioed man swallowed another bite. "Interesting," he mused. He shoved his fork beneath another section of his egg. "You know, last night, I had a similar dream. I dreamed we were on another treasure hunt. This time, we were in a room with a few others, I think. The room was checkered with tiles of black and red, like a chessboard. As soon as we saw the chest at the end of it, I said to you, 'This is it, Chak! We can finally finish this and put this crazy journey behind us!' I can't remember what you said, but after that, we got to run up to the chest, and open it up. I remember us gasping, but I woke up before we could find out what was inside." He shoved another fragment into his mouth and commenced chewing.

"Ah, well, I can see the similarities," said his companion. He munched some more away at his meal. He swallowed, then turned his head back towards him. "Which reminds me: What shall we be doing for our next big mission, hm?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest. I suppose we should just linger for a while longer until we come up with something." He continued his consumption.

"You're right." Then they both resumed finishing up their delicacies.

To the left of the counter, footsteps could be heard. The mole with the glass looked in that direction for a split second to realize it was two individuals descending the stairs before returning to his glass-cleaning.

"...And then we can go on a train ride, and all that stuff!"

"Yeah, yeah..."

The hairy men in front of the counter took note of two small red figures coming their way. The one with the white mask was the first to speak, and the one with the black, the second. As soon as they reached the two stools to the right of the man seated next to the one named Chak, they climbed up, sat down, and let the obnoxiousness flow.

"YO, BARTENDER!" Shy Guy shouted. Snifit placed a hand over his eyes and tilted his head back. The mole wandered over to their presences.

"What can I do for you boys?" he said, still cleaning that drinking implement of his.

"Um, uh, ummm, lemme think..." Shy Guy babbled.

Snifit shook his head. "I'll just have the pancakes," he said.

"I'll have what he's having," said Snifit.

"I'll have it to you boys in just a few minutes." The bartender scribbled something down on a notepad, tore off that page of it, and hung it up with the others above a window leading to the room behind him where all the smells were coming from. He struck a dome-shaped bell on that very window, and soon after that, the note was gone. Then he went back to the glass-cleaning.

"Boy, Snifit, I can't wait! It'll be just like old times!" Shy Guy blabbed on.

"I know, I know..." Snifit responded.

Chak turned to his friend. "Say," he started, "you don't suppose these guys could tell us where we could find some more treasure, do you?"

The mustached man shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure. Perhaps it's worth a shot..." He swiveled to his right so he could face the 8-Bit beside him. "Excuse me," he uttered.

Shy Guy turned around. "Yeah?" he said.

"My friend was wondering if you knew where we could find some treasure," he asked.

Shy Guy placed his chin in his hand, and the elbow of that hand in his other to represent his contemplation. "Hmm," he hummed. Snifit just waited patiently behind him. "Have you tried Mushroom Maze?" he asked.

"Yes, we have," said Chak.

Shy Guy thought some more. "Have you tried... The Forest Way?"

"Yes, that, too," Chak replied.

"HMM..." Shy Guy thought some more about it. "What about Koopa's Pass?"

"That, too, I'm afraid," he said.

Shy Guy gave his noggin a good scratch. Then he gave his shoulders a good shrug. "Wellp, I guess I can't help you then. Sorry!"

Chak sighed. He just said, "Thank you anyway." Then the two of him and the mustached man could return to dining.

Shy Guy returned to facing towards the counter before him. "Anyway, Sniffy, as I was saying..."

Snifit looked at him. "Shy Guy, what do you suppose that was all about?"

Shy Guy resumed making eye-contact with his old friend. "Well, I don't know. You know. They're a couple of guys, and they're looking for some adventure! Just like us, don't you think?"

"I guess," Snifit said.

"So, what do you suppose we should do now?" asked Chak.

The person he asked this shrugged his shoulders once again. "The same thing: We wait."

Chak nodded. "All right."

Shy Guy and Snifit had other things on their minds, though. They waited a while longer, until finally a pair of plates showed up by the window to the backroom that the mole had referred to earlier. The smells it emitted into the air seemed to spell good news for the two red-robed beings. He brought them over to them and placed one on the counter in front of each of them.

"There you go," said the mole.

"Thanks a bunch!" exclaimed Shy Guy. Then the two red guys whipped their forks and knives out of nowhere and went on with the eating. Before going on with the slicing up of the delicacy, Shy Guy had to make note of something. "Hey! These things have squigglies all over 'em!" He was talking about the various S-like shapes in a deeper shade of tan that were going all over his flapjacks.

"Yup," Snifit agreed. He went on with his meal.

Chak scrunched his eyes up. Something had caught his attention. "Say," he mused, "do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" said his fellow treasure hunter.

"It's coming from the outside. People are hollerin' about something."

The other man was beginning to know what he was talking about. People from outside the vicinity seemed to all be speaking rather loudly about something. Something green, maybe? "They are yelling," he agreed.

Snifit was busy systematically sawing his stack into various geometric segments. His comrade just carved out a piece and shoved it into that hole in his mask he called a mouth. He chewed it a little, then the two other holes that weren't his mouth suddenly widened and he spat the mass out. It went splat against the door leading to the kitchen. All four of Snifit, Chak, his friend, and the mole looked at him as he started clutching at his throat.

"Oh my God! What's in this stuff?!" Shy Guy moaned.

"Worms," Snifit said simply. He took a bite of his own helping, chewed, swallowed, then went for another.

Shy Guy fell backwards and landed on the floor, squirming. The others continued staring, save for Snifit. At one point, he just turned and looked at the idiot, shook his head, and continued eating. "Heaven, help me!" Shy Guy squealed. "I think I'm gonna be sick!"

"Oh, lighten up," muttered Snifit. "They eat this all the time down here. It's not that bad, actually."

Shy Guy remained writhing on the floor. "Heaven... help... me..."

Suddenly, the entire place started shaking. No one was looking at the man having a fit anymore. They were looking at the ceiling. Not only was dust falling from it, but they could also hear a sound coming from above. It was like a river of mutating gunk twisting and turning around itself as it splashed across the rocks and whatnot, rolling downwards. Little did they know, frantically trying to keep various plates, glasses, and other fragile things from falling over and breaking, that that pretty much was just what it happened to be.

SMMAAASSHHH! BBLLLOORRRPP! This gigantic snake of ooze made a huge hole in the roof and plummeted downwards, and mayhem ensued. The two other people attending the place suddenly dropped everything and headed for the door. As one of the four people stuck gawking at it, the mole suddenly stopped trying to keep various things from falling and ducked for dear life.

"WOAH!"

"OH, MY-"

"SNIFIT, LOOK OUT!"

Chak, the man, and the Shy Guy were in a panic. Snifit was still distracted, rolling on the ground. Shy Guy suddenly went heroic, stood up on the stool, leapt from it, sent himself tumbling around on the ground, and slamming into the red-garbed one. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain.

"AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!" The four people in front of the counter took the hit full on. All of them were simultaneously engulfed in a white light the instant the slime came too close to them. The quartet was too busy falling down, clutching their heads, and moaning to notice the thing had flown up afterwards and went SMASH right through the ceiling again. More people could be heard outside beholding the spectacle.

"Oh my gosh!"

"Did you see that?!"

"I hope no one got hurt..."

Hoping was what they could only do. Pieces of wood were falling from the ceiling while other things were going on. Crouched down on the floor, the four individuals that got caught in this river of slime's warpath were still covered in light. Upon closer inspection, one could notice the changes they were undergoing. Shy Guy was growing larger, Snifit's shape was morphing, Chak's was mutating, and the other man was shrinking. The groaning sounds they were all emitting couldn't be ignored by the mole. Slowly, he poked his head up from behind the counter, and was horrified. The glow that the four were surrounded by had died down, and so had the noise. The four men stayed on the ground at first, still recovering from the ordeal, then one-by-one, they each picked themselves up off of the floor, very slowly. Then they began examining their new forms. Each of them had their eyes extremely wide open and unblinking.

Shy Guy had gotten huge. He was an eight-footer. He was much taller and more muscular. It was like the muck had taken a hold of his head and his feet and pulled until he was all stretched out in this massive form. Somehow, his red robe had changed as well to match his new size. That, and it had become all orange and fuzzy as though it wasn't of the traditional red cloth anymore, but rather that of some type of ferocious beast of the jungle. He was an intimidating sight. He also seemed to be more humanoid. It was like he was no longer a Shy Guy, but rather a bit of an enormous muscleman wearing an oversized Shy Guy costume. He couldn't stop flexing his arms, admiring the bulges they made.

Snifit only got slightly bigger. What was noticeable was how his robe went from red to grey. Also, his snout got longer and indeed more strangely shaped. It almost seemed to resemble some type of rod with a ring of red surrounding it. The long body was blue whereas the ball-resembling tip was all yellow. His mask had gone from being mostly black to being mostly white. That, and the band strapping it against his face was red, not black. The same change occurred to his belt. He only observed himself in confusion.

Chak was in lower spirits. His form had definitely mutated. His skin had become completely black and hard, like nails. His legs had split in two, so he was then walking around on four of them! Also, they each had three toes as his hands, similarly, had three fingers. Like with Shy Guy, their garments had changed as well to fit. As for the rest of him, there wasn't a single hair standing proud in sight, nt even on his once grizzly face. His entire head had been replaced by this black thing with two vicious mandibles sticking out of the front. On top of that, two antannae were coming out of the front of his helmet. At least his eyes got to remain relatively the same. Nonetheless, he still wasn't too pleased by this occurrence.

As for the fourth one, he, too, had a horrified look. In addition to becoming smaller, his body had also become less defined. His hair looked unchanged, but his facial features had become softer, not to mention completely hairless, not unlike his companion. Like the others, his clothes had also changed to match this about himself. He wasn't liking it, though. He didn't just get smaller; he got younger.

"Woah-ho," Shy Guy chuckled in a slightly deeper voice, flexing a bicep. "Check it out, Snifit. I'm Arnold Koopanator. WOAH! Look at you!"

"What in the name of Bonus Games..." he mumbled, still twisting his head around, observing the changes.

"Wh- Wh- Wh-" the once bearded man stammered. His three-fingered hands trembled before his face. "WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?! I'M A MONSTER! A HIDEOUS MONSTER!!"

"I'M A CHILD AGAIN!" screamed the other one, no longer a man, in a voice that had become higher-pitched and almost woman-like to complement it all.

The transformed 8-Bits exchanged worried glances as these two people started clutching their heads, shaking, and repeating, "What do I do?" and "This can't be happening" over and over and over again.

"Ummm..." Snifit spoke nervously, poking the tips of his fin-like hands together like a pair of index fingers.

Shy Guy looked at him and gave him the thumbs-up. Snifit arched one portion above his left eye like an eyebrow. He watched doubtfully as the huge man waltzed around the hysterical duo, knelt down behind the middle of them both, and began the comforting. His left hand went to the boy's left shoulder, and his right went to the shoulder of his partner's right. He started patting them.

"Hey, hey, hey. Come on, now. Cheer up! I know how to return you guys to normal," he said.

Their moaning finally started to quiet down. Once they got a hold of themselves, they both turned their heads toward his and said at the same time, "You do?"

He gave them another pat. "Yup! I know exactly where to go."

"YOU DO?!"

Shy Guy nodded. He removed his hands from their shoulders and stood up. "Not too far from this island, there's another one with this temple on it. I don't know what that green stuff was or where it came from, but I'm pretty sure there's a treasure there rumored to be able to undo these kinds of things. We can take you there! Right, Snifit?"

The other transformed one bolted his head up, looked around nervously, and just said, "Um, uh, sure!"

The big Shy Guy held his hand out. "See? It's not so bad. Come on. What do you say?"

The two people he was talking to looked at each other and whispered a few things.

"What do you think?" the mutated one said.

"What have we got to lose?" the shrunken one said. Then they nodded and turned to their new friend. "We'll do it."

Shy Guy clapped his hands together. "Great! Now before we go, why not introduce ourselves? I'm Shy Guy, and he's Snifit! Pleased to meetcha." He extended a hand down towards them. First the boy shook it, then the mutated one shook it. They turned around to do the same with Snifit.

"I'm Chak. This is my partner, David." He motioned in the direction of the boy. David gave a subtle wave.

Shy Guy rubbed his hands together. "Well, now that we're all acquainted, what say we get this show on the road?" The others nodded in agreement. The mole remained staring...

As this newly-formed quartet of adventurers was just beginning another quest, the slime that did this to them remained swimming through the air, flying towards its next destination...

Fyooshi and Raphael left the humungous tree and continued walking beneath a sky tinted purple with the rising sun. They headed back in the direction from whence they came. After a while, a thought occurred in Fyooshi's mind, and he had to let it out. He asked the bird, "Raphael?"

"Yes, Fyooshi?" the bird responded.

"Don't you feel bad for Ren?" His hands were flapping around in random gestures as he struggled to get his point across. "I mean, he's your brother, isn't he? Are you really just going to go ahead and kill him?"

Raphael sighed. "I won't kill him, Fyooshi, I'll just show him the price that comes with abusing certain privileges."

"Oh." Fyooshi hung his head as the forest drew closer to them. "Do you feel bad about that?" he asked.

"I cannot lie," said the Raven as the two of them entered the woods and started prowling about the shrubbery. "He is my brother, after all. I wish there were another way, but there isn't." The pair remained silent for a few seconds, pawing their ways through the vegetation while they were at it. "Besides," he added, "it's what Romona would have done..."

Onward, they continued, feeling the brisk morning dew of the greens scrape against them as they wandered. They were left alone with their thoughts until at last they reached a familiar place, but with a twist. They were in the opening where Fyooshi was eating his dinner earlier, but someone was there, lying unconscious on the ground. He was looking pretty beat up, complete with his very long tongue hanging out like a dead serpent, and bruises all over his body that were slightly deeper in color than the rest of his green body. Was he going to be okay?

"Oh my..." uttered Raphael, "this looks bad."

"Could it be..." Fyooshi held his hands up to his mouth in shock. "NOSHI?!" At that, he ran up to this passed out individual and started doing what he could. Raphael a moment afterwards began shuffling in the direction of the two Yo'sters to offer some of his services...

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