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though the moment was brief, wirt found himself believing that he was becoming delusional.
it wasn’t unheard of, not in the slightest, especially in a strange world such as the Unknown. but, at this point, wirt had been stuck here for...quite some time. and he knew what happened to the locals here. much to his dismay. acclimation to the strange only drove a person’s sanity further away.
what lead him to question his well-being began this particular evening. wirt was going on a bit of a stroll by himself; he wasn’t going far out into the woods, just within a reasonable parameter from the small, abandoned cottage that his brother had managed to come across during their travels. in the back of his mind guilt gnawed at him for technically abandoning the little boy, but then he tried to shake this notion away; there was nothing wrong with going for a walk, even if that meant leaving greg in the company of a frog and a talking bird.
it was during this short-lived journey that he came across a kid in an over-sized orange parka. this sight caught wirt by surprise, enough to make him flinch considerably with widened eyes. he wasn’t expecting anyone to be nearby, let alone someone wearing...modern clothing. the stranger wasn’t doing much; just sort of pacing about, any phrases muffled presumably by the hoodie which covered his mouth. wirt couldn’t help but stare at him for a bit, disbelief still holding him hostage as he stepped just a bit closer to the other individual. the poor guy seemed...distressed? frustrated? scared? it was hard to decipher exactly which one it happened to be, but-- for some unknown reason-- wirt felt inclined to, in the very least, offer some comfort. who knows? maybe he could help him out, somehow.
❛ Hey, um. Kid. Are you lost?...you, uh, don’t really look like you belong here... ’
