Uri storms down the road, his steps heavy with frustration, and his eyes burning red like twin suns. The air around him crackles with a dark, restless energy, warping the space in subtle, unsettling ways. Leaves wither as he passes, and small pebbles tremble at his feet. With a sharp kick, he sends a rock skidding across the path, the force behind it betraying the storm raging inside him.
URI
(Anger)
MOVE! Fuck'en Stupid!
It goes flying at top speed puncturing a hole in a nearby trash can.
NOBODY
Worthless the lot of them! How dare they think they can use you!
Uri wipes away some tears from his face in a huff.
NOBODY
Aren't you just seething with rage!? You feel that burning, deep within you? Let this feeling consume your every thought!
URI
I don't need Pixller! I don't need Meward! I definitely don't need fucking Hunica!
NOBODY
Betrayal! Deception! Deceit! 5 years! 5 long years! Of nothing but lies!!
Uri starts to hold his head with his hands, unable to regulate this bombardment of thoughts.
NOBODY
You have no friends. Everybody hates you...and always have.
URI
I cannot BELIEVE Pixller had me thinking these guys were my friends all these years! I hate, hate, HATE!!!-
While in the middle of his rage fit, from across the street The Familiar from earlier recognizes Uri's familiar face and runs into oncoming traffic without looking.
THE FAMILIAR
Hey Dr. Witch Man!!!
At that very same moment in time, a truck is barreling down the road at top speed, and is set for collision with the Familiar who is focused on Uri.
Uri's eye glances over to him, and at that moment the dark energy completely disappears and is replaced with a golden light. His eyes begin to glow.
In an instant, the world around him begins to warp—time slowing not just like before at the Pawspital, but heavier, more absolute, like reality itself is straining. Uri locks eyes on the Familiar—and the roaring truck bearing down on them. Without hesitation, he steps forward, and the world snaps around him. He surges ahead at blinding speed, appearing right in front of the truck. With a fierce thrust of his hand, the vehicle lurches to a dead stop, frozen in the fabric of time itself.
He pauses for a moment to catch his breath, but a chilling wave of terror washes over him. His eyes drop to his hands, now trembling uncontrollably, and a look of growing dread creeps across his face as the reality of the moment sinks in.
URI
...No. I did not just do that.
THE FAMILIAR
Whoa.... THAT WAS AMAZING!!!
URI
...I can't believe I just did that...
THE FAMILIAR
You must be some kind of really powerful Witch!! Which is great! I need your help... I'd like to take you up on your offer from earlier...
Uri starts pacing nervously back and forth, muttering something to himself.
URI
(Muttering)
This can't be happening... This is NOT happening...
NOBODY
Looks like history will repeat itself yet again.
URI
No... not again... I've tried so hard to move past this... I said no more magic!
The Familiar watches him freak out confused.
THE FAMILIAR
Are you ok Dr. Witch Man?
Uri snaps out of his Manic hysterics spiral.
URI
I'm sorry... What...? A lot just happened... Let's get out of the street.
They go onto the sidewalk, Uri snaps his fingers and the flow of time goes back to normal. The Truck keeps moving as if nothing happened.
THE FAMILIAR
Whoa!!!! I had no idea you were so powerful!!
URI
I'm not... Pretend you didn't see that.
(Beat)
I'm sorry... What did you say? You said you needed help or something...? What's your name little guy?
THE FAMILIAR
AH!!! How rude of me!!
Wickston shifts seamlessly into his humanoid form, the transformation wrapping around him like a familiar cloak. With a playful grin, he gives a small, theatrical bow.
Standing before them is a young boy, with a little wick on his head burning, his wide eyes brimming with mischief and curiosity.
WICKSTON
I am no little guy! I am Wickston! Wickston Wickworth, I am a powerful Witch's Familiar!
URI
Oh, well hello Wickston... You can call me Uri. What is it that you require from me?
Wickston stands up very straight, then begins marching around like a military general, while making this little speech.
WICKSTON
See, Though I am great, and powerful, and strong!! It would seem that I've gotten separated from my master.
Uri watches him pace around all adorable like, the inner anger he feels starts to melt away. Wickston stops pacing then jumps right in front of him and points at him.
WICKSTON
And I need to get back home before the Flower Festival!!! It is of the most utmost importance!!
URI
Ok, ok. And you want me to help you find them?
WICKSTON
Yes!! I got separated somehow, and now I don't remember how to get home...
URI
Well, I do know a lot about Familiars, so yeah. Heh. So what can you tell me about your home?
WICKSTON
Uh... Well. It's well. Hmm.
Wickston sits down crisscross on the sidewalk, he puts his finger on his cheek and makes the thinking face.
WICKSTON
I live by...
(Beat)
Uh... Hmm… Well. I...
After a moment he starts visibly getting upset, as he can't seem to recall anything. Uri notices him begin to fidget with his sleeves nervously as he tries to recall.
WICKSTON
I...I don't remember.
URI
It's ok, I got an idea. Why don't we look around the city first thing in the morning? It's pretty late, maybe that'll jog your memory?
WICKSTON
Ok!!
URI
I guess, you can stay at my place tonight.
Next morning
Uri and Wickston leaves Uri's Apartment and set out to find where he lives.
Wickston perches atop Uri's head in his Familiar form as they wander through the bustling city streets. His tiny waxy paws gripping Uri’s hair as they weave through the crowd, scanning every corner for a clue.
Their first stop is a luxurious neighborhood, lined with towering mansions and pristine gardens. Uri glances up expectantly, but Wickston shakes his head, a firm no.
With a sigh, Uri turns and heads downtown, where the streets are louder, grittier, and packed with urban life. Yet, even here, Wickston shakes his head again, his disappointment palpable.
Growing more frustrated, Uri leads them to the towering gates of Mystic Academy, hoping for a spark of recognition. But once again, Wickston shakes his head, his flame flicking impatiently.
Desperate, Uri resorts to asking random Witches on the street if they've seen or lost a Familiar matching Wickston’s description. Each response is the same—shrugs and blank stares. No one recognizes him.
Defeated and out of options, they find themselves back at Uri’s house, where it all began.
Uri is laying on his bed with his hands on his face.
URI
I'll be honest Wickston we might've hit a dead end... We checked most of the areas of the city and came up with squat...
Wickston sighs and stares out the window dejectedly. He starts inching towards the door.
WICKSTON
Well... it was worth a shot... Thanks anyway. I guess I won't make it to the Flower festival...
Uri watches him for a moment, gets an idea then sits up.
URI
Wait... Flower Festival? You mentioned that yesterday.
He looks down at the ground for a second, then facepalms himself.
URI
DUH!!! Why didn't I think of this before!
Uri reaches into his bag, pulls out a book, flips through some pages.
URI
Ah-HA! It says that Wax-base Familiar tend to live deep within the... oh no...
(He takes a gulp)
The Enchanted Forest...? Does that sound familiar?
WICKSTON
A little yes... YES!! It does!! I live in a Village with a bunch of pretty Flowers! I remember!
URI
Lost Familiar. Village. Flower Festival. And an Enchanted Forest. Shit... I don't like where this is going...
Uri starts pacing back and forward muttering to himself again.
URI
(Muttering very quickly)
This is insane! I can't go into the Enchanted Forest, I'd never make it... How did he even get all the way to the City? There is no way!
WICKSTON
If this is too much I can just do it myself...
He freezes, staring down at the small, helpless Familiar. For a long moment, the world around him fades away. He feels it deep in his chest—the pull between the life he was trying to leave behind and the one reaching out to him now. And in that instant, he knows... he can’t walk away. Not this time.
NOBODY
What's stopping you...?
URI
Well... I can't just let you do this alone. I took a vow as a Familiarist in training to never turn away a creature in need...
(He takes a deep sigh)
Ok... if we are gonna do this, we are gonna need some gear...
Wickston gives him a confused look.
Uri pulls out his Infinti magical bag of holding, the worn leather shifting slightly as he sets it down with purpose. Without wasting a second, he rushes to his bookshelf, grabbing every book he can find on the Enchanted Forest and tossing them into the bag with practiced urgency. Next, he carefully packs his first-aid kit, followed by some food and water—essentials for the journey ahead.
Returning to his room, Uri opens his wardrobe, revealing his old Witch’s traveling outfit hanging neatly inside. He stares at it for a long moment, memories flickering through his mind, before finally reaching out and pulling it down.
Slowly, he dresses-sliding into his black distressed skinny jeans, ripped at the knees, he balances edge with refinement. Slipping into his sturdy, well-worn, high-top sneaker-boots, He buttons up his white button-up shirt, leaving the top slightly undone for comfort, then putting on a tan striped lightweight sweater and fastens his signature red bow tie, adding a familiar geek-chic touch.
Over it, he slides on his enchanted, long black open cardigan cloak, the sleeves casually rolled up. Its fabric humming softly with latent magic.
Uri slings his brown leather Infinti satchel across his chest, the weight of it grounding him, and clasps a small pocket watch charm, ticking softly, dangles from his jacket.
With everything packed and his outfit secured, Uri takes a deep breath, the weight of the past settling on his shoulders as he prepares to step into the unknown once more.
URI
I can't believe these still fit.
From the other room the sound of someone yelling draws Wickston and Uri's attention.
PIXLLER
HE'S GOING IN THE WHERE!?!?
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