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OH MY GOSH
You guys must have really bad taste! ;)
Thank you for sticking with me, mates!
Though I'm sure you guys thought I was dead after that last gap. (Whoops)
I was consumed by a mixture of two things.
Undertale and Tumblr
I think that's self explanatory.

Anyways, BACK TO THE WIZARDS
*magic sparkle noises*

"That sounds rough, Sparklez."

Jordan shrugged, looking askance at the blue cloaked man next to him, the only trace of a face being the glowing blue eyes peering at him emotionlessly. The only hint of emotion was the man's voice which felt very innapropriately chipper for the terrifying form staring down at him.

They were all sitting in a small clearing, (or in Wag's case, floating), around Matt whose head was flaming cheerily in place of a campfire. Tom had even summoned a bunch of marshmallows, laughing when Jordan jumped in surprise. After settling down, they had asked Jordan his story, and he had willingly obliged, feeling strangely safe for the first time in weeks.

He had long since lost any fear he had felt at their appearances. Maybe it was his lack of normal contact, but their appearances had only startled him. Now, after talking to the group, he realized that there was nothing to fear anyways.

"I can't believe she hit me." He rubbed his cheek ruefully.

Tom tilted his head, but Matt immediately began giggling.

"Sparklez has a cruush!" The flaming man sang, swinging his head side to side happily, sending them all falling back away from the swinging flames.

"Hey! I do no-" Jordan flushed indignantly, but Matt only continued singing over him, ignoring his protests.

"Here, let me heal it." Tom touched Jordan's face before he could resist. His fingers were perfectly smooth, like he had covered his hands in rubber gloves. Instantly, the pain faded and Tom withdrew the blackened hand. Jordan touched the area, finding that the heated flush had disappeared as well.

"Thanks." He whispered in awe.

Tom nodded and Jordan swore he could see a smile, though it was hard to tell if there was a mouth in the darkness beneath the man's black and electric blue hood.

"But courting a captor..." Matt shook his head, sending more sparks flying.

"Isn't that some kind of disease?" Tom added, causing Jordan to groan.

Phil lept up, waving his arm.

"Oo! Oo! Teacher! I've heard about this! Stockholm Syndrome, right?"

"Very good, Phil! Have a mallow." Tom waved his hand and a marshmellow appeared above Phil's head.

"Yay!" The goggled man lept up happily, catching the floating toastef marshmallow in his mouth.

"How do you do that?" Jordan gaped.

"Do what?" Tom turned back to Jordan, electric blue orbs looking at him questioningly.

"Summon things!" Jordan waved his arms.

Suddenly, the blue orbs beneath Tom's hood disappeared, leaving Joddan staring into darkness.

Jordan nearly fell back.

"It's because we're wizards, Sparklez!" Matt was suddenly next to Jordan, causing him to jump in surprise. The sudden heat caused Jordan to sweat as the lava man grinned down at him.

"Oh." Was all Jordan could say.

Matt nodded, still grinning as he walked back to where he had been sitting, striking up conversation with Phil as though nothing had happened. Jordan shivered at the sudden loss of heat, this guy was really going to kill his sinuses.

When he gurned back to look at Tom, the lights beneath his hood had reappeared, the moment gone. Jordan shrugged, maybe he had just closed his eyes? It was hard to tell with Tom.

Jordan looked around at the overly cheery bunch. Jordan hadn't realized it until now, but it was a refreshing change to the constant on-edge feeling he had felt amongst the other champions. Though they always laughed and joked with each other, the tension had always been so thick Jordan often felt he couldn't breathe. Jordan wished these guys had been around more often. Which brought up a question.

"So, why have I never seen any of you before?" Jordan spoke up, eager to change the topic of Capsize as he looked around the group.

Startled, the wizards looked at each other, none saying a word. Phil even stopped chewing on his marshmallow, not bothering to wipe the melted fluff dripping from his mouth. Jordan was always surprised how a single sentence could change the mood in seconds. The wizards remained frozen until Tom cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Ah, well... nothing against you, really. It's just.." Tom shuffled anxiously.

He looked around for support, but the others had gone uncharacteristically quiet.

"You all come and go." A deep, sad voice interrupted, and Jordan turned to see Waglington floating behind him.

"Wag." Matt shook his head in warning, sending sparks flying around.

"What do you mean?" Jordan stood up.

The four looked at each other uncomfortably.

"He's right, Matt." Phil spoke up, turning away from Jordan as he turned dials on his goggles nervously.

"I don't understand." Jordan shook his head, looking around at the silent wizards. "Do you mean dying? Aren't we all like near immortal?"

"You are, yes." Matt spoke slowly, causing Jordan to turn towards him. "We, on the other hand..."

The clearing became silent. Jordan looked around at the odd group, and suddenly it clicked in Jordan's head what Matt had just said.

"You.. you are immortal...aren't you?" Jordan spoke hesitantly, not believing his own words. However, none of the wizards rose any denial, and Jordan forced himself to allow that one to sink in.

"Oh."

The clearing became silent, even Matt's flames had died down, causing Jordan to shiver slightly.

"I think it's about time we found your friends." Wag began to float off, leaving the rest no choice but to follow. Matt and Phil immediately began talking again, as if the previously awkward moment hadn't happened. Tom walked next to Wag, whispering silently, leaving Jordan at the back of the procession, thinking silently to himself.

"So why show yourselves to me?" Jordan spoke up, not able to help himself.

"Because you're the only one that can stomach us." Tom muttered ruefully.

Jordan frowned.

"What?"

Waglington stopped, allowing Jordan to catch up to him.

"Because we are here to help." He said simply, ignoring Phil.

Jordan frowned at this, but decided it was better not to push it, turning back to the dark wizard floating next to him.

"With Dianite?" Jordan stared up at Waglington wide-eyed. "You're going to fight with us?"

Ahead of them, Tom flinched and Matt stumbled, sending sparks flying. Phil's shoulders had stiffened, but Waglington remained still.

"No." He whispered. "We can not fight with you."

Jordan frowned.

"Why not?" He said.

"We will help you, but it is not our place to get involved." Waglington sped up as he spoke, leaving Jordan alone again.

"Not ever again." Jordan thought he heard Tom whisper ahead of them.

He sighed wearily.

Why did he always screw things up?

A sharp noise tore him from his self loathing.

"Ah! The chat is working again!" He said.

Phil turned his head slightly, his face sheepish.

"Sorry about that, technology tends to act up when I'm around." He murmured apologetically.

Jordan paused.

"The chat is technology?" He asked.

Phil nodded.

"Then how did it get in my head?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He grinned, his face suddenly malicious.

Jordan stopped as he paled.

Phil's eyes widened as he fully turned around, stopping as well.

"Dude, joking! Honestly, I don't understand why you'd be surprised by anything anymore." He laughed nervously.

Jordan conceeded to this with a nod, his face flushing as he finally swiped his hands in front of him, allowing the rush of voices to overwhelm him.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Tom was bored again.

Tucker had been pacing for the past hour, trying repeatedly to get Sparklez to answer.

They had called Champwan to see if he could track where Jordan had last called from, but the effort had been futile. Champwan said that there had to be something jamming the signal, which was only serving to increase Tom's growing suspicion.

What Jordan had said was really bothering him. He remembered reading something about a path of lights, but the memory only seemed to reject him. However, there was still a a prickly feeling in his chest that wouldn't sit right with him.

Tom leaned against a tree wearily, Sonja next to him with her knees tucked under her chin. She was snoring softly, and Tom felt a small pang of guilt. The two Mianitees had been running back and forth from the mainland trying to fix what Furia- no. What he had done. However, his god had been silent, and Tom felt like he had let everyone down. What was confusing was that he couldn't decide which one hurt him more.

Tom shook his head. Dianite was his god. It was their own fault for following such a wimpy toga man.

The silence was really getting to Tom to make him think like this, chafing him to the point where he itched to jump up and scream at something to stop it.

Thankfully, Tucker beat him to it.

"It went through!" He cried, jolting Sonja from her light sleep.

Tom lept up, soon followed by a now wide-eyed fox.

"I'm putting it in public mode." He said excitedly, tapping butttons on an inviaible screen.

Immediately, a bright blue screen lit up in front of Tucker.

"Tucker!" A relieved voice echoed throughout the clearing.

"Jordan! What happened, bud?"

"Did you have another attack?" Sonja piped up worriedly.

"You alright, Sparklez?" Tom asked.

A chuckle resonated through the clearing and Tom felt a pang of relief at the sound despite himself.

"I'm fine! There was just a little interference, though Phil apologized."

And just like that, Tom's relief vanished. With a glance at Sonja and Tucker, he found their faces reflecting his own thoughts.

"Phil?' Tom asked slowly.

There was a humming noise of agreement from the other end.

"Gods." Sonja muttered, stepping back.

Tom cleared his throat, the feeling building in his chest suddenly becoming clearer.

"Are there others besides... Phil?"

The response was immediate, and Tom felt his heart sink as Jordan spoke.

"Yeah! There's three others. Have you met them before? These guys are pretty gnarbuckle, if not a little odd. They want to help us, though!" Jordan's voice replied cheerfully.

"It's them." Tucker hissed quietly.

Tom felt a growl building in his throat, Tucker shooting him a worried look though he said nothing.

"Get. The Hell. Away from them."

Tucker and Sonja were both staring, but Tom didn't care. He didn't have time to care.

Because he had remembered the story now.

About those who had ventured too far into the realm of the gods.

"Tom?"

Tom took a deep breath.

"Where are you?" He asked, his voice deathly calm.

"Yeah, Jordan. Send us the coordinates in the corner of the screen." Tucker added, picking up on Tom's uneasiness.

"We'll come and get you." Sonja tried to sound cheerful, but her voice only came out worried.

"Well aren't you three a buncha worried hens clucking over yer lost pup."

Tom was about to tell Jordan off that chickens couldn't have puppies when he realized that both Tucker and Sonja had froze next to him.

Surprised, Tom turned to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

Beside him, Tucker and Sonja found themselves in similar situations.

"Guys? Who's that?" Jordan's voice echoed across the clearing.

Tom furrowed his eyebrows angrily.

"Capsize." He muttered.

The female captain grinned, gold terth flashing in the fading sunlight.

"The one and only. Truss 'em up boys."

"Guys?!"

"And shut thar idiot up!" She snapped.

\(-_-)/(_-_)\(-_-)/(_-_)\(-_-)/ -Time Skip-

"Honey, it's flattering, really. But is this necessary?"

Capsize glowered down at him.

Tom sighed, tugging his bonds experimentally. The pirates weren't taking any more chances it seemed.

They hadn't been taken back to the ship. Rather, the trio of pirates had seen fit to toss them in the middle of a clearing. Tom was surprised to recognize the place as the spawn point. It was the place where champions were initially summoned and where Tom had first met Tucker, the only other champion at the time. It was the only connection with the outside world.

Unless you're one Jordan Maron, the spoon seemed to defy the rules of the realm

Though Tom didn't know whether the piretes knew this or if it was just coincidence.

Sonja and Tucker were sat back to back, their hands and feet tied. Cloth was tied over their mouths, leaving them to just glare at their captors and occasionally Tom, just for good measure it seemed.

Tom had been similarly tied, however the pirates had soon learned that this wouldn't be enough for the wiley green man, and thus he now found himself in a mummy bind of ropes. However, nothing they did could keep Tom from talking, the cloth always finding its way out of his mouth.

"Got outwitted by the Sparkly boy, eh? Now worries girl, I ain't goin no where." He wiggled his eyebrows and fury flickered across the captain's features. Tom had quickly found that any mention of Jordan angered Capsize and relished in bringing him up as much as possible. Even though every time he did-

Tom felt an explosion of pain in his side, and he rolled over with a grunt.

That happened.

"Shut yer trap ye overgrown pile of kelp." She hissed.

"Aye aye, cap'n'" He replied. He knew he should stop, but it was so easy. This girl was easier to string the salt out of than Tucker.

That tongue of yours will be your greatest weapon. It sows chaos, and I like that.

In response, he received another kick to his side, only this one came from behind. Tom chuckled, glancing up at the new figure.

"Ahoy there skipper redpubes. Are you hitting on me, sir? Because it certainly felt like it and I'll have you know that my girlfriend won't be happy when he gets here."

The skipper only sighed making Tom pout at the reaction. He wasn't nearly as fun as his sister.

"Jus shuddup." He grumbled.

"Yer courtin' with the Sparkley boy?" Capsize's face twisted in disgust.

"Aw, does someone have a crushy poo? Did Sparkley pants break your heart?" Tom crooned.

Tom almost didn't feel the next kick through his laughter.

Almost.

"How about you, skullface?" Tom rolled towards the third member of the pirate party. "Did you fall for our pretty boy too? You look like you swing that way."

The blonde didn't budge, not even acknowledging Tom's presence, but Capsize gave him another kick for him.

Oh, that one was going to bruise. Tom winced, though he didnt stop grinning in hopes of aggravating the girl further. One glance at her face told him he'd succeeded, and he let out a small chirp of laughter.

"This one's mad." Capsize groaned.

Tom continued grinning. He had been called worse. Far, far worse. His year in the Nether with Dianite had shown him that such words were nothing. This beating was nothing to what he had experienced then. This was all nothing when compared to the terror of his god.

At this, Tom let loose another burst of laughter. He realized that he probably sounded hysterical, but he didn't care.

Capsize made a noise of disgust as she backed away.

Despite the show he was creating, Tom was thinking. He was still worried for Jordan, though he still didn't understood why. The spoon had kind of grown on him, he supposed. He was also angry with himself for being captured in the first place. Dianite would have his hide for this. There was no way he didn't know what was going on.

And then there was the deal with the wizards.

When Jordan he mentioned the lights he had been suspicious, but the mention of "Phil" and the interference with technology had made it all click into place.

He had heard of the monsters known as the wizards as a child, and for years that's all he had believed them to be. Then, they had been stories his dad used to scare him, but then he had become the champion of a god.

If the gods were real, anything was possible, wasn't it?

He just hoped the stories weren't true.

Or Jordan was in trouble.

A/N

So I wrote this in a car, whoop!
This week was my spring break, so I thought I'd finally freaking update this thing.
Life's been busy.
I almost picked up a Portuguese Man-of-War this week.
Still crying.
But yeah, have a chapter on me!
See ya!

~Turtle