Accidentally forgot to add more polls in the last chapter, but alas, it'll have to do.

Results:

Go looking for Wilbur

Pushing your chair away from the table, you stood up and grabbed your plate off of the table. "Y/N? What are you doing?" Sally asked as you swept the remains of your dinner into a bowl and put it in the ice cabinet. 

"I'm taking dinner to Dad," you said simply as you fished out another slice of chicken and a small bowl of the salad. "I know he can make that weird mushroom soup or whatever, but I think it'd be better if he had some actual food." Finishing placing the food on another wooden plate, you grabbed two blankets and placed all of it into a basket.

Fundy stood up quickly. "Wait, Y/N, if you're going I should go too. Besides," he laughed, "you're about as enthusiastic about trekking into a forest as I am of diving into a cave. Hold on, I'll grab a lantern." He swept down the hall before you could protest, returning with a lantern and a box of matches. "We'll be back soon, Mom," your brother promised, then opened the door and plunged into the dark outside.

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The forest was pitch black, even with your fox eyes. Thick clouds had covered the sky, restraining any light the moon or even the stars would've given. Strange noises echoed throughout the woods: a rustling in the bushes, a loud hooting of an owl, a strange cry which Fundy claimed was a wildcat.

Leaves and grass crunched underfoot while vines trailed over your face and head. Occasionally, you'd get caught in one and Fundy, laughing hysterically, would have to untangle you, which was especially funny when he himself became trapped. On and on you went, mostly blindly stumbling through the trees, unsure of where you were headed or what went on behind you. Fundy gripped your hand, half-dragging you along as your eyelids became heavier and heavier. Sleep tugged at your mind, begging to be let in, kept out only by the thin shield of your thoughts.

It might've been five seconds, it might have been three decades. Time slowed and sped up and paused and started again, waltzing in and out of your head. It might've been Fundy holding your hand, it might've been a bear paw, it might've been a rock. Maybe it was a forest around you, maybe it was your house, maybe it was the tallest mountain anyone had even seen.

Finally, Fundy shook you awake again and you found yourself standing before a well-lit tent. Inside, the familiar shape of your father was hard at work, shuffling papers and maps and scribbling things down in his notebook. As the two of you approached, he looked up, confused.

"Fundy! Y/N!" his face lit up. "What are you doing out here?" Hugging both of you, he grabbed the basket and gestured for you to follow him into the canvas tent. "Let's talk more in here."

Inside, there was a cot, a wooden table, and a cartography bench, all of which were littered with scraps and maps and notes, all of which covered with scribbles in his hurried, sharp handwriting. As he swept up the documents, you caught a glimpse of some of the notes.

𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

𝒩𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝓃?

𝐸𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒

𝐿𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

"Anyways, what are you doing here? I sent a crow to Sally that I wouldn't be back tonight. Did it not arrive?"

Fundy shook his head. "No, it arrived. Y/N here thought you'd appreciate homecooked food instead of that mushroom stuff," he wrinkled his nose, gesturing to the bowl on the table. "God, that smells."

Wilbur chuckled a little. "You never have been a fan of that. We tried to feed it to both of you as babies. Fundy, you threw up everywhere, and Y/N, you knocked the bowl onto the floor. Sally gave up after that try." Tossing the papers into a drawer in the table, he sat on the cot. "While you're here, you might as well spend the night here. It's rather late, and besides, I want to show you what I've been working on." He unrolled a map and you sat down next to him.

"I'm building a city. Not like those small collections of shacks you've seen sometimes. No, this one will be huge, a modern marvel of the world. It'll be glorious." His eyes shown in the candlelight as he spoke, the tiny dancing flames reflected in his pupils. "Come, see." He pointed to the map. "It'll be beautiful."

It was beautiful. Blackstone walls decorated with yellow concrete, elegant wooden structures, flowing landscapes. 

"Wow," you whispered, looking closer at the map, which was covered with concept designs, notes, and blueprints. "Fundy, isn't this amazing?" you asked, turning to your twin brother.

He looked unsure. "I don't know... I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great, Dad," he reassured your father, who looked a little offended. "I like it, really, but... are we sure that this is the best thing to do? And are we sure people will move here? Because I think we're fine in our little house, right, Y/N."

You hesitated. "...Fundy, I...." 

Do you:

Agree with Fundy

Agree with Wilbur

Say you can't decide

Do you:

Stay the night

Go home

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Little bit of a shorter one, not sure where this plot is going XD

Also, I know I promised a Fishy Business chapter first, but I was already really close to finishing this chapter, so I just decided to screw the schedule and post this first. Sorry :)

Ta te, Children