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Dem Random Words:
wept - long - ultimate

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The group formed by Nymble, Marceline, Castor and now Angel marched deeper into the woods. They were mostly silent, eyes open for any blecku bushes, except for their steps on the forest floor, soft sounds of wildlife, and Angel's melodical humming.

Nymble's loud yawn pierced that silence - and made Castor stop on his tracks for a moment - and he wept a sleepy tear from his eyes, his steps wobblier than ever.
Marceline didn't seem impressed, and wondered why she got stuck babysitting three babies. "Kid-- uh, Angel? Could you stop the music for a second? This doof here thinks you're singing a lullaby."

Angel halted, silent, and turned to look at the blue biped. "Oh, ok, sorry..." he began, but Nymble waved his hand dismissively. "Naaahhh, I am on a mission, I'm totes fiiine..." His drowsy voice made him sound sappy.
Angel sighed. He offered his help because he sometimes would explore along with his nature-loving friends, but spending the night in the woods like that was seeming to be a bad idea. At least Marceline appeared to be a responsible adult.
Not being able to sing, now, made his tiny feathers bristle nervously, and he readjusted the position of his wings.

Castor seemed to shake his worries for a moment, and puffed out his chest. "Fear not, the ultimate explorer ME will certainly find the blossoms! In fact..." he glanced to where they were now headed. "I think it might be this way!" And quickened his pace, though his eyes flashed uncertainty.
Marceline grumbled and followed, and so did Angel.

However, as Angel threw a part of his scarf over his shoulder, he noticed the sleepy leader of the group was rubbing his eyes. And going the wrong way.
He ran over to the biped.
"Hey! Don't get lost!" He called, and as Nymble acknowledged the wyngling and gave a final step, both wyngrew were pressed together and thrown upward by a net swiftly.

The other two realized what happened about the same time as the trapped wyngrew snapped out of a surprised gaze, and the four of them filled the forest with distressed noises.
Castor arrived to where the trap was a bit faster than Marceline. "Trap! Trap! We're under attack!!" but Marceline shushed him. "We'll be under attack if you all don't stay quiet!" The net trap way hanging just above the female's head. "Angel? Nymble? Are you alive?" She asked them, concerned about who the hell had put that stupid thing there.
The situation was precarious enough without traps.

Angel didn't say anything, as he was too busy clingling tightly to Nymble's chest.
Nymble, on other hand, was once again woken up from his sleepwaking-like state. "Yeah, don't worry!" He gripped the net and conjured a flame on his finger. "I am sure I can cut this open." He said, but the net moved as Angel hastily lifted his head with eyes rounded in protest. "No no no no!! I don't want to be burned alive!" He screamed, and Nymble lost the flame as his concentration broke. "Pfft, I am a master, little child, there's no need to be afraid." He said with a half-asleep voice, patting Angel's head.
"No, he's right. It's a terrible idea."Marceline chimed in. "Remember what you did to my head a while back?" Before Nymble could protest, she placed a hand on the net trap with a thoughtful expression. "We'll find a better way to get you two out of there, without fire hazards."
Castor was too busy watching from the safety of Marcelline's legs to come up with any forms of help.

Suddenly, as if responding to the purple wyngro's touch, the trap fell to the groud. And so did the two trapped wyngrew. Nymble let out an "Oof!" as the impact on his back and the weight of the wyngling on his chest took the air from his lungs. Marceline was still with her hand in the air, her eyes following the loosening rope holding the net falling to the ground. "That... was quick." Was all she managed to say.

Castor ran over and helped Angel move the net away. "Are you two okay??" He asked, his voice slightly off-pitch. Angel looked up, then down, then at Nymble, and finally at Castor. "... Nymble broke my fall." He said simply, and as if that summoned him, Nymble sat and took deep breaths, his body protesting. Thankfully, it hadn't been a long fall, so there were no serious injuries.

The group then turned, startled, as bushes rustled and a large figure hesitantly padded from behind the tree that held the net trap. It was a green quad, that stared blankly at Nymble - who was mostly unaware of what was happening right now - and at the other three.
"... what are you all doing here at this hour?" Artemis asked, her monotone voice masking her curiosity and suspicion.

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sorry Nymble :'D
alternate title: the Coatala ear reunion :v

next chapter will be done by Bat-Symphony who has to introduce Mamiyu 's Slow somehow!

Things to note:
as of this collab, Marceline is still eggbound, and Castor and Angel, who will be grown up probably soon, are still wynglings.

Nymble belongs to Nestly
Marceline belongs to 88Aurora88
Castor belongs to PAlRO
Artemis belongs to Bat-Symphony

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Description
Previous on Nymble's Sleepwalking Misadventures: Monstrous Surprise
Next disaster: bat-symphony.deviantart.com/ar…

Dem Random Words:
wept - long - ultimate

-------

The group formed by Nymble, Marceline, Castor and now Angel marched deeper into the woods. They were mostly silent, eyes open for any blecku bushes, except for their steps on the forest floor, soft sounds of wildlife, and Angel's melodical humming.

Nymble's loud yawn pierced that silence - and made Castor stop on his tracks for a moment - and he wept a sleepy tear from his eyes, his steps wobblier than ever.
Marceline didn't seem impressed, and wondered why she got stuck babysitting three babies. "Kid-- uh, Angel? Could you stop the music for a second? This doof here thinks you're singing a lullaby."

Angel halted, silent, and turned to look at the blue biped. "Oh, ok, sorry..." he began, but Nymble waved his hand dismissively. "Naaahhh, I am on a mission, I'm totes fiiine..." His drowsy voice made him sound sappy.
Angel sighed. He offered his help because he sometimes would explore along with his nature-loving friends, but spending the night in the woods like that was seeming to be a bad idea. At least Marceline appeared to be a responsible adult.
Not being able to sing, now, made his tiny feathers bristle nervously, and he readjusted the position of his wings.

Castor seemed to shake his worries for a moment, and puffed out his chest. "Fear not, the ultimate explorer ME will certainly find the blossoms! In fact..." he glanced to where they were now headed. "I think it might be this way!" And quickened his pace, though his eyes flashed uncertainty.
Marceline grumbled and followed, and so did Angel.

However, as Angel threw a part of his scarf over his shoulder, he noticed the sleepy leader of the group was rubbing his eyes. And going the wrong way.
He ran over to the biped.
"Hey! Don't get lost!" He called, and as Nymble acknowledged the wyngling and gave a final step, both wyngrew were pressed together and thrown upward by a net swiftly.

The other two realized what happened about the same time as the trapped wyngrew snapped out of a surprised gaze, and the four of them filled the forest with distressed noises.
Castor arrived to where the trap was a bit faster than Marceline. "Trap! Trap! We're under attack!!" but Marceline shushed him. "We'll be under attack if you all don't stay quiet!" The net trap way hanging just above the female's head. "Angel? Nymble? Are you alive?" She asked them, concerned about who the hell had put that stupid thing there.
The situation was precarious enough without traps.

Angel didn't say anything, as he was too busy clingling tightly to Nymble's chest.
Nymble, on other hand, was once again woken up from his sleepwaking-like state. "Yeah, don't worry!" He gripped the net and conjured a flame on his finger. "I am sure I can cut this open." He said, but the net moved as Angel hastily lifted his head with eyes rounded in protest. "No no no no!! I don't want to be burned alive!" He screamed, and Nymble lost the flame as his concentration broke. "Pfft, I am a master, little child, there's no need to be afraid." He said with a half-asleep voice, patting Angel's head.
"No, he's right. It's a terrible idea."Marceline chimed in. "Remember what you did to my head a while back?" Before Nymble could protest, she placed a hand on the net trap with a thoughtful expression. "We'll find a better way to get you two out of there, without fire hazards."
Castor was too busy watching from the safety of Marcelline's legs to come up with any forms of help.

Suddenly, as if responding to the purple wyngro's touch, the trap fell to the groud. And so did the two trapped wyngrew. Nymble let out an "Oof!" as the impact on his back and the weight of the wyngling on his chest took the air from his lungs. Marceline was still with her hand in the air, her eyes following the loosening rope holding the net falling to the ground. "That... was quick." Was all she managed to say.

Castor ran over and helped Angel move the net away. "Are you two okay??" He asked, his voice slightly off-pitch. Angel looked up, then down, then at Nymble, and finally at Castor. "... Nymble broke my fall." He said simply, and as if that summoned him, Nymble sat and took deep breaths, his body protesting. Thankfully, it hadn't been a long fall, so there were no serious injuries.

The group then turned, startled, as bushes rustled and a large figure hesitantly padded from behind the tree that held the net trap. It was a green quad, that stared blankly at Nymble - who was mostly unaware of what was happening right now - and at the other three.
"... what are you all doing here at this hour?" Artemis asked, her monotone voice masking her curiosity and suspicion.

-------

sorry Nymble :'D
alternate title: the Coatala ear reunion :v

next chapter will be done by Bat-Symphony who has to introduce Mamiyu 's Slow somehow!

Things to note:
as of this collab, Marceline is still eggbound, and Castor and Angel, who will be grown up probably soon, are still wynglings.

Nymble belongs to Nestly
Marceline belongs to 88Aurora88
Castor belongs to PAlRO
Artemis belongs to Bat-Symphony

13 / 95

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