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"We gonna go home now?" Narrowleaf asked, placing a spectral hoof on Willow's shoulder.
"We're ghosts. B-But we'll be here. Always." Narrowleaf consoled.
Narrowleaf shrugged. "All I know is that Sombra kidnapped us. ...And we died." He said.
"I've been helping out on the farm." Willow said. "What happened to y'all?"
"You've been gone for ten years..." Willow replied. "Ten... Y-Years..?" Narrowleaf mumbled.
"Mama?! Daddy?!" A grown Willow called, running into the room. "I heard you were here and... and... I missed you so much!!"
"Bolt... Flitter... Sombra took over your kingdom." Narrowleaf said.
Narrowleaf looked out a window. "H-How... How long were we asleep?!!" He asked.
"Right." He replied. "Where are we, anyways?"
Narrowleaf scoffed. "Should we go check on Willow?"
Narrowleaf blinked. "...Oh..." He murmured. "...At least we're together, right?"
Why thank you good sir and or madam.
Seems cool. Maybe a different name. Like... Anything but that.
"The buck's wrong with you now?" He asked. "...Know what, I don't care. I'm gonna get goin'. Good luck gettin' free. Brisk, you comin'?"
"I... I dunno!!" Narrowleaf replied, putting his hooves up in an unnecessary defense.
"Whoa... Bolt... Calm down..." Narrowleaf said, backing away.
Narrowleaf began to argue with himself again.
"Shall we leave? No point in stayin'." Narrowleaf said.
Narrowleaf sighed. "Wh-Whatever. I love y-you. That's all th-that matters."
Narrowleaf shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe." He said. - - Auto Merge - - Narrowleaf shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe." He said.
