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Quilton was stationed in a strange room, which he has been living in since yesterday. Though, he doesn't consider himself "living here" as there is no hint of this being a form of lifestyle. He was in an island he didn't recognize, however, he's never been outside of his large set of islands so that did not say much. He found this location utterly fascinating nonetheless.

Despite him being at that age when he wants to act tough, and like he can handle anything to prove how "mature" he is. He found the location very frighteneing. It was some strange workshop. Lit by glowing green liquids all around, and the broken, mangled parts of machines that didn't look too dissimilar from Timber herself. According to her, this is the lab she was built in. But, she returned here just for the sake of his robotics! When he first heard this he was incredibly excited, I get to build machines using the stuff that Timber is made out of! Which, he did find a bit morbid since Timber is like family to him. But.... shortly after he got here, he's been quite afraid. The place shows its age, cobwebs, and dust forming everywhere. Him needing to carry a candle with him to properly work amongst the green lighting. It always feels cold, contrast to his home. The green substances smelling absolutely rancid. Strange red stains, and the only noises coming from water slowly dripping, or small animals scurrying about the place... And worst of all, the only comfort he'd have here often leaves. Requiring the boy to be alone here for hours. It's nice when Timber is around. She's strong, she can stop anything bad from happening. Quilton thinks. But when she's gone... He feels alone... and scared... and he just wants to go home.

Normally he likes to spend his alone time using his imagination. Not using any outlets for such creativity, apart from the robotics he's doing now, but he likes to think to himself... A place like this made that difficult.

just silent dripping for the time being...

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The demon of wood was flying back to what is currently her workshop (with the addition of an ever-interested child, but he's an issue she can resolve at a later time). And she had just flown to the living space of the man she is having a little too much pleasure in considering her rival. But dropping off a letter at his home would prove to have a slight delay. Once she arrived, the man seemed to be comforting that strange aquatic girl she saw the other day. She already knows she has to find out whats going on between the two, potentially more livestock to feed the mans misery. He seemed to be comforting the girl for something she did not expect. The death of the student Timber.... "got acquainted with" the other day. Apparently, the water elemental cared about the one known as Trine... She is entertained by this. "Oh how fate spoils me... A happy little accident on top of my research." and she was delighted to see an improvement in Thorns attitude. No longer sulking in sorrow... He appeared aggressive. Eager to fight me.... Perfection. And she wants to give him exactly what he desires. Just in differing results. But she's sure he'll be fine having his death be in honour. She dropped off a letter specifically for the purpose of meeting her little rival once more. The location of her new workshop... And a little juicy damsel in distress for him to save. In the form of his own little brother. If Thorn is absent from the workshop it will be at the cost of Quiltons life. Oh how she loved this premise, it felt ripped straight out of a story. The iconic tale of a strong-willed hero fighting against a great evil in hopes to save a loved one, desperately clambering for that happily ever after. The struggle is the fun part, but she's learned not to let watching their injuries consume her--playing with your food can easily become a weakness when your opponent can easily get the upper hand, after all.

During the flight home she was internally preparing several different strategies for plans, potential reactions from everyone involved, and calculating scenarios. Finally arriving into her new laboratory--technically old laboratory she immediately wants to prepare for her little date with Thorn, but there was still an issue. The boy.

Quilton is greatly enthusiastic to see her again, hugging her leg in tears. (Unfortunately neither of his arms were cut by the blades she has on the backs of her legs, but perhaps thats for the best since he is more likely to silence himself.) "T-Timber! You're back! I was so scared!" he whined. Timber was actually programmed to learn how to understand youthful organic life--despite finding their inferior intellect frustrating. She was programmed to know how to "babysit" in the event of a Doom-Raider having a child. At first she found the concept strange but appreciated Dr. Krankcases forward thinking. As it was proof he viewed the machine as a long-term plan. Revisiting this information makes her wonder if Dr. Krankcase created an organic of his own. Hopefully any potential loved one wouldn't succumb to the Skylanders poison.

Scanning through all of that information in the fraction of a second it took her the machine was near-immediate to respond to Quilton in spite of her internal monologue. "Fear is a leash being held upon you at all times. Do not listen to it. The only thing able to harm you is me, and me alone. No one else will lay a finger onto your furred body, understood?" she said comfortingly, Quilton nodded with tears. Timber knew this wouldn't be enough for the child. So she had to integrate removing the boys fear into what she came here to build. Getting him To 'help' Timber by passing supplies. She could have done this faster and easier without him. But, building a trust with the boy is more important to her. Imagine if the boy trust me more than his own brother, ooh! That would be a treat to watch unfold.... she internally calculates, getting her contraption together.

The machine she built was box-like. Having the appearence of a wooden projector, connected to the ceiling by some kind of metallic arm. And under the contraption was a small hole, with so little detail it could be left to interpretation. Additionally had two thin arms with simple hands,. Timber turns to the young lad, and gives an explanation conveniently lacking in certain details.

"You see, young one.. When I was first designed I was to be in an army.... My intent behind conception was that of hundreds of machines all sharing the same thought process... Though this never came into fruition, as I am the only of my lineup. But I want to revitalize this premise. And so... I present to you a simple test. This machine is like a duplicated consciousness of myself. And we are both able to move each other. We are one of the same and think at the same time. That small box is like... A second me." She began doing simple movements onto this box, to test its joints and demonstrate her control over this box.

"But it's just a box... What can it do..." Quilton ask disappointed, after the machine herself he wanted to see something cooler.

"Incase of my main form being destroyed, this will be able to rebuild what has been lost. Or perhaps build more of me when I am busy with alternate task... And in this case. Surveillance, and additional protection. Provided with it is a taser. Easily able to electrocute uninvited guest. If I'm not here. Although... Technically this machine is also me, so I suppose I am always here in one form." what she did not expect was for Quillton to be so happy over the news, thinking of it as a statement to ensure his safety, it seemed as though the intimidating and cold environment was wearing off its impacts for him. Now the only thing she has to worry about is keeping the boy entertained. Though children can be easy to entertain so long as they have an active enough imagination. Considering his willingness for creative endeavors and ingenuity, getting the boys creative juices flowing would prove to be a non-issue. Timber played games, and built machines with the child as her surveillance pays sharp attention to the entrance. Waiting for the boy to tire out and rest.

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The house of Douser, Thorn, Luggly, and Pricket remained largely silent as all parties involved had a quiet dinner together. Douser was starting to collect her emotions together. The thoughts flooded of how difficult it would be having to visit Dr. Krankcase again at her school... But Thorn advised not to go near the man, and that she should likely skip the class entirely. And she trusted these words. The idea of going to school itself terrified her. What if Timber goes to the academy? She thinks. Even after the dinner, even after writing into her diary, and getting ready for the night. Even after a fulll hour spent in bed she cannot stop thinking about possibilities of the destruction that could be caused--something she believed to be impossible was proven to her just earlier today, what's stopping more broken boundaries? More plunges into this dread? And than she thinks... The letter.

What was in the letter Thorn looked at? It was surely important. Why wouldn't he discuss it? Knowing that Pricket was withhelding seemingly similar information for the sake of her mental well being--she realizes this information could be anything, the loss, or destruction of anyone around her. First know-it-all-islands was destroyed, than the death of two Skylanders... How could a letter uphold that standard to make Thorn turn his head away from it?

Late at night, whilst everyone laid rest.... She approaches the letter still left on the table. Lighting her room with the mere illumination provided by a candle... The news it contained was haunting, but... The tone of the letter seemed very formal.

"Hello dearest rival... At least, if that's how you consider our relationship. I would like to thank you for all that you've taught me, and in such a minuscule amount of time no less. Can you believe it's only been six days? The impact you've made on me is noticeable, and I hope to obtain an even greater impact on you in return. You've taught me that anyone is able to be removed from their pedestal, and that no man, or in my case machine, is beyond flaw, or mishap. That we have to mitigate these issues yet take into account their existence. So I ask that you take time out of your day to meet me once again. I have your little brother with me, and I plan to use him to research your anatomy... And what are the optimal ways to make your kind experience pain. Any remains after my research is conducted will be returned to your door, unless, of course... You can come to my new lair before I do such.. But please, think fast... Your bloodline will turn into bloodshed if you do not act soon.

-Love Timber."

Douser was confused at how casually the situation was described, the letter was written as if it was an old friend of his despite a hostage situation being described. Under the main text of the letter was the exact location of where to find where the machine will be stationed in. And Douser had to wonder why Thorn was so casual as to ignore the letter... A little frustrated by him putting the life of someone behind her health. She knew she had to do something with the letter but found it difficult to think of anything she could actually attempt to help. Knowing the demons strength... She doesn't want to lose Thorn, even she could tell Timber wants him dead as well. The rest of the night was near sleepless, figuring out if there's any other option than having to lose another friend to the machine. Eventually passing out from the time she forced herself to stay awake.

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October 7th, 10'008.
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Waking up proved difficult, she ended up leaving her room before getting properly dressed, walking around in more casual clothing. Thorn seemed stationed in his room... Poor guy must be thinking over the letter like her. Pricket and Luggly were both downstairs, but stayed silent until she arrived. Prickets joyous attitude was gone as he gave into guilt. "Douser.. I'm really sorry for yesterday.. I don't know what I was thinking." the clearly emotional dragon said, sounding desperate in his voice. "I have other things to worry about. Your fine." Douser responded. She was still frustrated by his withholding of information yesterday, but couldn't focus on it due to all the other issues going on.

"Uh... Someone came by this morning and told us that schools cancelled today after... You know.... They're holding a funeral at the academy if you'd like to join them..." Pricket informed, his head facing downwards. He couldn't look back at her, he felt bad about doing so. Douser already knew she'd be going to the ceremony the moment she heard there was one, and thanked Pricket for telling her. Perhaps she'll see someone who also knew Trine... Or just be able to reflect on him with others who share the memory. As she prepared breakfast one other thought came into mind. That she could arrive at the academy with the letter, and hand it off to someone who could be more... Responsible with the location, and information. She was far too afraid to let Thorn out and fight the demon (Which she knows the man will do if he can't think of any other options.) so wants to give it to the academy. Where they should be able to find someone capable of defeating Timber. Considering some of them have experience fighting Evilikin, there could be a Skylander perfectly suited for the job!

After getting dressed, rather than going in her fighting suit she chooses to dress more formally, for the ceremony, and makes her way onto the Academy. Disappointed at the minimal amount of people who were showing up... It seemed to be only people Tri-Tip knew, perhaps they knew Trine by extension, but it was clear who they were actually here for.... She sits down in a row of seats set in a grassy field as slow music played. Surrounded by highly well-known Skylanders. All spending their time in silence.

"I take it your a fan of Tri-Tips?" A voice called from her left, he was a large penguin with a noticeable upper body strength. Wearing two blades around each of his fin-arms. She knew that face from anywhere. It was King pen, the greatest of the sensei Skylanders.

"Tri-Tip... He kept to himself, I'll tell you that much. Focused on his mace. You should of seen him fight... Charging in head first into battle without a second thought... He was a funny guy, that way." He smiled. Though Douser was a bit offended by King Pens assumption of why she was here. "N-No... I was one of Trines classmates.... I like to think I was his friend, too." Commented Douser. Pleasantly surprising King Pen, who wasn't expecting anyone that Tri-Tip didn't know from work to be here. It was oddly pleasant, and refreshing having him there.

"Friends with the kid! Well, what a pleasant surprise! Tri-Tip cared a lot about the kid... I didn't get to know him much, though." King Pen confessed, both of them were upset realizing no one here has gathered in Trines name, the only ones there were for his father.

No one to sit with her and mourn about the loss.

No one to be in grief by the death of.

No one else who can share the memory of the person she knew.

She thinks back to all the times Trine told her off about staying in his own space, not having a care for those teaching him, and wanting to do everything alone... It's clear he got his wish... And that really, really hurt her.... She was hoping she could make him change, see the world, and the people around him differently... She began thinking about her own time spent in the academy. How many people would even show up if the demon took her? She's just a student, no relation to any official Skylanders... Her abilities Centre around water and yet it's clear to her she won't be able to make a ripple in this academy. Let alone a wave.

The entire time she's spent thinking all of this to herself she was looking down. And King Pen was observant of this. Having some worry for the student. They'd continue the ceremony in silence as someone familiar to her gave a speech. Someone she hasn't seen in several, several days..... None other than her counsellor, Jet-Vac... Tearing up at the sight of him. The only man who's actually had faith in me in any of this time... due to her mind being so easy to detach from whatever she is supposed to be focused on, she could not concentrate on a word Jet-Vac spoke after a few sentences, but as he was leaving, he was frightened seeing Douser at the funeral of another individual he was a counsellor for. Looking up to her. "He was a friend of yours... wasn't he?" The bird asked. Not paying attention to the letter she had on her lap. Douser found it difficult to speak. "Y...yes." responded the student. Jet-Vac tilted his head down, he expected as such. But opened his arms and wrapped them around her. "I am incredibly sorry for your loss, for the academies loss. No one should have to go through this. Especially not a student. Please, if you need anything from me whatsoever. I will do my very best to be available. Okay?" He let go of the hug and smiled. Making eye contact with her. Though Douser did not do the same. Looking off to the side. "O...k..." and with a little time spent in that moment, he thanked her for her bravery in the situation thus far, and Douser was reminded he'd be the perfect person to consult about the letter. She raised an arm, as if to call out to him... But she couldn't speak... It's as if rocks had been placed in her lungs. She could only watch as the man made his way through the academies doors. And just like previously, Dousers hesitance did not go unnoticed by the penguin next to her.

"Too scared to speak, eh" King Pen observed. Douser hesitantly nodded. "You know, normally I like to tell people to stay frosty, but... Too frozen to speak? Well, that leads to a lost opportunity. You're new at this whole Skylander thing, I get it. But you can do so much more by opening up." He smiled.

"W-Why are you talking about this at a funeral..." She said, shy, yet clearly a little shaken up and aggressive by her voice. Finding it out of place for him to talk about this at a time of mourning.

"I know this isn't a good time for any of us, but being sad is a weight. And I'm gonna sit here appreciating how great it was to know Tri-Tip. Not how much I'll miss the bastard. I've taught lots of students, and I can tell you're gonna rock this world. I don't know where Trine is now, but whenever I join him I want to tell him about how cool his friend is back here. And that's not an ice pun, well, maybe a little. Point is. You gotta keep your chin up and be your best self. Not for you, but to make everyone proud. Whatever you wanted to tell Jet-Vac.... Tell him now. And for the love of the ancients, don't be scared to." King Pen said in a long speech, but this time Douser did not lose her concentration for a second. She smiled too, but tears filled her eyes. She might not have someone who knew Trine, but these were words she didn't know she needed.

Quickly, she hugged King Pen, crying into his smooth fur. But this hug would not be returned by the penguin. "Hey hey hey! When I said tell Jet-Vac now I was talking about the the now part of now! You can thank me all y'a want later." He said gently pushing her away. With a sniff, she understood and walked to the academy door. ....Only to be stopped by someone she didn't recognize, though she could tell it was a trap master from the large crystalline weapon he held, this one being a green axe. He was a short elf, likely three-four feet tall. But unlike the typical elf she'd see in Skylands this one had pale beige skin, incredibly peculiar. Wearing orange leaves all around his neck, and down his upper torso. Dawning a mask covering the top half of his face, large bright orange glass on the mask where the eyes would be, and having antlers coming from each side of his mask. By his face, he appeared stubborn. "Uh-Uhm--Excuse me--I-..." She paused, stumbling her words. "I'd like to enter th-the academy.. I want to talk to Jet-Vac...." She asked. The mans eyes narrowed looking up at her. "What do you want w'him?" He followed up her with a question of his own.

"We-Well I have a letter I think h-he needs to see.."

"Anything Jet-Vac needs to see I should be able to look at first. Hand it to me and I'll give it to him." He ordered, but Douser realized... A letter threatening the life of someone's brother might not be best handed to by a stranger out of context, so Douser could tell she'd need to elaborate what's in her hands.

"W-Well... It's a letter that isn't mine.... I-It was addressed to one of my friends--" She began to explain, but her explanation was cut short as he took the letter right out of her hands, shockingly, not causing any rips from her suctions. "I don't care who it's from I'll handle it--I'm a Skylander!" He exclaims, Douser suddenly felt as though her heart was weighted, like it was sinking. This is clearly not the type of person who should be handling the information given.

"I-It's apparently from the... Wooded Devil...." Douser summarizes, and that information alone made him run off into elsewhere into the academy. She tried to run after him but he went through door after door... Quickly, he was gone... And Douser stayed in the Academy, frustrated, but unsure of what to do... The only lead she had on stopping the machine is in the hands of some lunatic stranger, come to think of it, was he even being trustful about being a Skylander?

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Jet-Vac sat parallel to Dr. Krankcase in a largely empty room while all of this was happening. He was having a civil conversation about the apparent situation and who was impacted by it. He knew the doctor long enough to not think any of this was directly his doing, but he wanted to know more about what all of this meant. Dr. Krankcase gave a similar story about what had happened behind the scenes of the machine he regrets to have built. Only now even more anxious as everything he was trying to prevent had already transpired... Dr. Krankcase doesn't even know where the machine is currently, only that the roommate of one of his and Jet-Vacs students, Thorn, had his younger brother kidnapped by the machine. And they wanted to go into a more detailed investigation.

And than the door suddenly SLAMMED open, coming from the door was a short beige elf wielding a green Traptanium axe, both knew who this was. He was sent to guard the entrance to the academy during this difficult time... But he appears to be holding a letter. Remarkably similar to the one Jet-Vac saw Douser holding just moments prior.

"Top of the morning to you Bushwhack! What seems to be the problem?" He said in his typical positive attitude. The sudden thrashing of the door to a panicked Skylander left Dr. Krankcase motionless from fear--thinking he was going to be given more bad news, or be scolded for the actions of what he built. The Skylander wielding an axe, bushwhack, spoke. But firstly, was outraged by the presence of what he saw as a trader in the room. Pointing to the Doctor with his axe. "What is that thing still doing in the academy!? Why is that murderer still with us?" The axe wielding lumberjack shouted, he was a little scared in his presence, but not the fear that holds you back. The fear that makes you want to kill to defend yourself. Jet-Vac knew people would be shaken up by the death of two Skylanders--he most certainly is--but it was its own issue when someone barges in clearly wanting to resort to violence over this. "Listen now! Dr. Krankcase and I are sorting out what happened two days ago. We're trying to get to the bottom of this. This is not a place to use your weapons!" He said in a demanding tone. which is very rare for Jet-Vac, the fact he was on edge combined with the no-hesitation actions of Bushwhack made him want to be better safe than sorry.

"What is there to sort out!? He's a villain through and through! He built a machine like he always does, and he's going to use it to kill all of us! And you're just sitting here... Drinking tea!? What is wrong with you!?" He continued in his outrage. Slamming the letter onto the desk. "This is a letter someone outside gave me. It has her exact location, and I'm going there to kill that bitch! And you better lock up that green freak before he builds another one!" The mention of her "exact location" got both of the others interested, Dr. Krankcase grabbing the letter and quickly reading it, not far enough to get her location before Bushwhack ripped it from his hands, but he got the part about Thorns brother being in danger.

"Get your hands off this! You probably already know where it is anyways, this is part of your plan, isn't it? Get some random guys brother as bait!" Bushwhack hissed. The doctor only turned to Jet-Vac to consult him over the important information contained thus far. "L-Listen! Th-T-The Wooded Devil kidnapped someone-I-I think it was Thorns brother! She's going to kill him! I can tell already! Please, you need to send me over there, clearly she still cares about my name--I might be able to talk some sense into her!" Dr. Krankcase pleaded. Jet-Vac looked over to Bushwhack, holding a hand out for him to give the bird the letter. "Bushwhack, we need to know where the Wooded Devil is before she can do anything, we'll figure out how to handle her on our own. Just hand us the letter please..." The bird stood up, wanting to get the letter from him, only to get more of his continued stubbornness. "Are you crazy?? Plan with the guy who caused all this to happen!? You're going to get all of us killed! Did the doctor learn mind control or something? I'm a Trap Master, I'm used to what he comes up with. I've fought Evilikin before, I can round up the trap masters, and stop that monster!" Bushwhack said in a tone mixing heroism and outrage so fluently, yet storming out of the room. Jet-Vac tried to go after him, but similar to Douser... Was quickly outran. Both the doctor and bird were speechless at the slipped opportunity.

Chapter fifteen

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Quilton was stationed in a strange room, which he has been living in since yesterday. Though, he doesn't consider himself "living here" as there is no hint of this being a form of lifestyle. He was in an island he didn't recognize, however, he's never been outside of his large set of islands so that did not say much. He found this location utterly fascinating nonetheless.

Despite him being at that age when he wants to act tough, and like he can handle anything to prove how "mature" he is. He found the location very frighteneing. It was some strange workshop. Lit by glowing green liquids all around, and the broken, mangled parts of machines that didn't look too dissimilar from Timber herself. According to her, this is the lab she was built in. But, she returned here just for the sake of his robotics! When he first heard this he was incredibly excited, I get to build machines using the stuff that Timber is made out of! Which, he did find a bit morbid since Timber is like family to him. But.... shortly after he got here, he's been quite afraid. The place shows its age, cobwebs, and dust forming everywhere. Him needing to carry a candle with him to properly work amongst the green lighting. It always feels cold, contrast to his home. The green substances smelling absolutely rancid. Strange red stains, and the only noises coming from water slowly dripping, or small animals scurrying about the place... And worst of all, the only comfort he'd have here often leaves. Requiring the boy to be alone here for hours. It's nice when Timber is around. She's strong, she can stop anything bad from happening. Quilton thinks. But when she's gone... He feels alone... and scared... and he just wants to go home.

Normally he likes to spend his alone time using his imagination. Not using any outlets for such creativity, apart from the robotics he's doing now, but he likes to think to himself... A place like this made that difficult.

just silent dripping for the time being...

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The demon of wood was flying back to what is currently her workshop (with the addition of an ever-interested child, but he's an issue she can resolve at a later time). And she had just flown to the living space of the man she is having a little too much pleasure in considering her rival. But dropping off a letter at his home would prove to have a slight delay. Once she arrived, the man seemed to be comforting that strange aquatic girl she saw the other day. She already knows she has to find out whats going on between the two, potentially more livestock to feed the mans misery. He seemed to be comforting the girl for something she did not expect. The death of the student Timber.... "got acquainted with" the other day. Apparently, the water elemental cared about the one known as Trine... She is entertained by this. "Oh how fate spoils me... A happy little accident on top of my research." and she was delighted to see an improvement in Thorns attitude. No longer sulking in sorrow... He appeared aggressive. Eager to fight me.... Perfection. And she wants to give him exactly what he desires. Just in differing results. But she's sure he'll be fine having his death be in honour. She dropped off a letter specifically for the purpose of meeting her little rival once more. The location of her new workshop... And a little juicy damsel in distress for him to save. In the form of his own little brother. If Thorn is absent from the workshop it will be at the cost of Quiltons life. Oh how she loved this premise, it felt ripped straight out of a story. The iconic tale of a strong-willed hero fighting against a great evil in hopes to save a loved one, desperately clambering for that happily ever after. The struggle is the fun part, but she's learned not to let watching their injuries consume her--playing with your food can easily become a weakness when your opponent can easily get the upper hand, after all.

During the flight home she was internally preparing several different strategies for plans, potential reactions from everyone involved, and calculating scenarios. Finally arriving into her new laboratory--technically old laboratory she immediately wants to prepare for her little date with Thorn, but there was still an issue. The boy.

Quilton is greatly enthusiastic to see her again, hugging her leg in tears. (Unfortunately neither of his arms were cut by the blades she has on the backs of her legs, but perhaps thats for the best since he is more likely to silence himself.) "T-Timber! You're back! I was so scared!" he whined. Timber was actually programmed to learn how to understand youthful organic life--despite finding their inferior intellect frustrating. She was programmed to know how to "babysit" in the event of a Doom-Raider having a child. At first she found the concept strange but appreciated Dr. Krankcases forward thinking. As it was proof he viewed the machine as a long-term plan. Revisiting this information makes her wonder if Dr. Krankcase created an organic of his own. Hopefully any potential loved one wouldn't succumb to the Skylanders poison.

Scanning through all of that information in the fraction of a second it took her the machine was near-immediate to respond to Quilton in spite of her internal monologue. "Fear is a leash being held upon you at all times. Do not listen to it. The only thing able to harm you is me, and me alone. No one else will lay a finger onto your furred body, understood?" she said comfortingly, Quilton nodded with tears. Timber knew this wouldn't be enough for the child. So she had to integrate removing the boys fear into what she came here to build. Getting him To 'help' Timber by passing supplies. She could have done this faster and easier without him. But, building a trust with the boy is more important to her. Imagine if the boy trust me more than his own brother, ooh! That would be a treat to watch unfold.... she internally calculates, getting her contraption together.

The machine she built was box-like. Having the appearence of a wooden projector, connected to the ceiling by some kind of metallic arm. And under the contraption was a small hole, with so little detail it could be left to interpretation. Additionally had two thin arms with simple hands,. Timber turns to the young lad, and gives an explanation conveniently lacking in certain details.

"You see, young one.. When I was first designed I was to be in an army.... My intent behind conception was that of hundreds of machines all sharing the same thought process... Though this never came into fruition, as I am the only of my lineup. But I want to revitalize this premise. And so... I present to you a simple test. This machine is like a duplicated consciousness of myself. And we are both able to move each other. We are one of the same and think at the same time. That small box is like... A second me." She began doing simple movements onto this box, to test its joints and demonstrate her control over this box.

"But it's just a box... What can it do..." Quilton ask disappointed, after the machine herself he wanted to see something cooler.

"Incase of my main form being destroyed, this will be able to rebuild what has been lost. Or perhaps build more of me when I am busy with alternate task... And in this case. Surveillance, and additional protection. Provided with it is a taser. Easily able to electrocute uninvited guest. If I'm not here. Although... Technically this machine is also me, so I suppose I am always here in one form." what she did not expect was for Quillton to be so happy over the news, thinking of it as a statement to ensure his safety, it seemed as though the intimidating and cold environment was wearing off its impacts for him. Now the only thing she has to worry about is keeping the boy entertained. Though children can be easy to entertain so long as they have an active enough imagination. Considering his willingness for creative endeavors and ingenuity, getting the boys creative juices flowing would prove to be a non-issue. Timber played games, and built machines with the child as her surveillance pays sharp attention to the entrance. Waiting for the boy to tire out and rest.

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The house of Douser, Thorn, Luggly, and Pricket remained largely silent as all parties involved had a quiet dinner together. Douser was starting to collect her emotions together. The thoughts flooded of how difficult it would be having to visit Dr. Krankcase again at her school... But Thorn advised not to go near the man, and that she should likely skip the class entirely. And she trusted these words. The idea of going to school itself terrified her. What if Timber goes to the academy? She thinks. Even after the dinner, even after writing into her diary, and getting ready for the night. Even after a fulll hour spent in bed she cannot stop thinking about possibilities of the destruction that could be caused--something she believed to be impossible was proven to her just earlier today, what's stopping more broken boundaries? More plunges into this dread? And than she thinks... The letter.

What was in the letter Thorn looked at? It was surely important. Why wouldn't he discuss it? Knowing that Pricket was withhelding seemingly similar information for the sake of her mental well being--she realizes this information could be anything, the loss, or destruction of anyone around her. First know-it-all-islands was destroyed, than the death of two Skylanders... How could a letter uphold that standard to make Thorn turn his head away from it?

Late at night, whilst everyone laid rest.... She approaches the letter still left on the table. Lighting her room with the mere illumination provided by a candle... The news it contained was haunting, but... The tone of the letter seemed very formal.

"Hello dearest rival... At least, if that's how you consider our relationship. I would like to thank you for all that you've taught me, and in such a minuscule amount of time no less. Can you believe it's only been six days? The impact you've made on me is noticeable, and I hope to obtain an even greater impact on you in return. You've taught me that anyone is able to be removed from their pedestal, and that no man, or in my case machine, is beyond flaw, or mishap. That we have to mitigate these issues yet take into account their existence. So I ask that you take time out of your day to meet me once again. I have your little brother with me, and I plan to use him to research your anatomy... And what are the optimal ways to make your kind experience pain. Any remains after my research is conducted will be returned to your door, unless, of course... You can come to my new lair before I do such.. But please, think fast... Your bloodline will turn into bloodshed if you do not act soon.

-Love Timber."

Douser was confused at how casually the situation was described, the letter was written as if it was an old friend of his despite a hostage situation being described. Under the main text of the letter was the exact location of where to find where the machine will be stationed in. And Douser had to wonder why Thorn was so casual as to ignore the letter... A little frustrated by him putting the life of someone behind her health. She knew she had to do something with the letter but found it difficult to think of anything she could actually attempt to help. Knowing the demons strength... She doesn't want to lose Thorn, even she could tell Timber wants him dead as well. The rest of the night was near sleepless, figuring out if there's any other option than having to lose another friend to the machine. Eventually passing out from the time she forced herself to stay awake.

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October 7th, 10'008.
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Waking up proved difficult, she ended up leaving her room before getting properly dressed, walking around in more casual clothing. Thorn seemed stationed in his room... Poor guy must be thinking over the letter like her. Pricket and Luggly were both downstairs, but stayed silent until she arrived. Prickets joyous attitude was gone as he gave into guilt. "Douser.. I'm really sorry for yesterday.. I don't know what I was thinking." the clearly emotional dragon said, sounding desperate in his voice. "I have other things to worry about. Your fine." Douser responded. She was still frustrated by his withholding of information yesterday, but couldn't focus on it due to all the other issues going on.

"Uh... Someone came by this morning and told us that schools cancelled today after... You know.... They're holding a funeral at the academy if you'd like to join them..." Pricket informed, his head facing downwards. He couldn't look back at her, he felt bad about doing so. Douser already knew she'd be going to the ceremony the moment she heard there was one, and thanked Pricket for telling her. Perhaps she'll see someone who also knew Trine... Or just be able to reflect on him with others who share the memory. As she prepared breakfast one other thought came into mind. That she could arrive at the academy with the letter, and hand it off to someone who could be more... Responsible with the location, and information. She was far too afraid to let Thorn out and fight the demon (Which she knows the man will do if he can't think of any other options.) so wants to give it to the academy. Where they should be able to find someone capable of defeating Timber. Considering some of them have experience fighting Evilikin, there could be a Skylander perfectly suited for the job!

After getting dressed, rather than going in her fighting suit she chooses to dress more formally, for the ceremony, and makes her way onto the Academy. Disappointed at the minimal amount of people who were showing up... It seemed to be only people Tri-Tip knew, perhaps they knew Trine by extension, but it was clear who they were actually here for.... She sits down in a row of seats set in a grassy field as slow music played. Surrounded by highly well-known Skylanders. All spending their time in silence.

"I take it your a fan of Tri-Tips?" A voice called from her left, he was a large penguin with a noticeable upper body strength. Wearing two blades around each of his fin-arms. She knew that face from anywhere. It was King pen, the greatest of the sensei Skylanders.

"Tri-Tip... He kept to himself, I'll tell you that much. Focused on his mace. You should of seen him fight... Charging in head first into battle without a second thought... He was a funny guy, that way." He smiled. Though Douser was a bit offended by King Pens assumption of why she was here. "N-No... I was one of Trines classmates.... I like to think I was his friend, too." Commented Douser. Pleasantly surprising King Pen, who wasn't expecting anyone that Tri-Tip didn't know from work to be here. It was oddly pleasant, and refreshing having him there.

"Friends with the kid! Well, what a pleasant surprise! Tri-Tip cared a lot about the kid... I didn't get to know him much, though." King Pen confessed, both of them were upset realizing no one here has gathered in Trines name, the only ones there were for his father.

No one to sit with her and mourn about the loss.

No one to be in grief by the death of.

No one else who can share the memory of the person she knew.

She thinks back to all the times Trine told her off about staying in his own space, not having a care for those teaching him, and wanting to do everything alone... It's clear he got his wish... And that really, really hurt her.... She was hoping she could make him change, see the world, and the people around him differently... She began thinking about her own time spent in the academy. How many people would even show up if the demon took her? She's just a student, no relation to any official Skylanders... Her abilities Centre around water and yet it's clear to her she won't be able to make a ripple in this academy. Let alone a wave.

The entire time she's spent thinking all of this to herself she was looking down. And King Pen was observant of this. Having some worry for the student. They'd continue the ceremony in silence as someone familiar to her gave a speech. Someone she hasn't seen in several, several days..... None other than her counsellor, Jet-Vac... Tearing up at the sight of him. The only man who's actually had faith in me in any of this time... due to her mind being so easy to detach from whatever she is supposed to be focused on, she could not concentrate on a word Jet-Vac spoke after a few sentences, but as he was leaving, he was frightened seeing Douser at the funeral of another individual he was a counsellor for. Looking up to her. "He was a friend of yours... wasn't he?" The bird asked. Not paying attention to the letter she had on her lap. Douser found it difficult to speak. "Y...yes." responded the student. Jet-Vac tilted his head down, he expected as such. But opened his arms and wrapped them around her. "I am incredibly sorry for your loss, for the academies loss. No one should have to go through this. Especially not a student. Please, if you need anything from me whatsoever. I will do my very best to be available. Okay?" He let go of the hug and smiled. Making eye contact with her. Though Douser did not do the same. Looking off to the side. "O...k..." and with a little time spent in that moment, he thanked her for her bravery in the situation thus far, and Douser was reminded he'd be the perfect person to consult about the letter. She raised an arm, as if to call out to him... But she couldn't speak... It's as if rocks had been placed in her lungs. She could only watch as the man made his way through the academies doors. And just like previously, Dousers hesitance did not go unnoticed by the penguin next to her.

"Too scared to speak, eh" King Pen observed. Douser hesitantly nodded. "You know, normally I like to tell people to stay frosty, but... Too frozen to speak? Well, that leads to a lost opportunity. You're new at this whole Skylander thing, I get it. But you can do so much more by opening up." He smiled.

"W-Why are you talking about this at a funeral..." She said, shy, yet clearly a little shaken up and aggressive by her voice. Finding it out of place for him to talk about this at a time of mourning.

"I know this isn't a good time for any of us, but being sad is a weight. And I'm gonna sit here appreciating how great it was to know Tri-Tip. Not how much I'll miss the bastard. I've taught lots of students, and I can tell you're gonna rock this world. I don't know where Trine is now, but whenever I join him I want to tell him about how cool his friend is back here. And that's not an ice pun, well, maybe a little. Point is. You gotta keep your chin up and be your best self. Not for you, but to make everyone proud. Whatever you wanted to tell Jet-Vac.... Tell him now. And for the love of the ancients, don't be scared to." King Pen said in a long speech, but this time Douser did not lose her concentration for a second. She smiled too, but tears filled her eyes. She might not have someone who knew Trine, but these were words she didn't know she needed.

Quickly, she hugged King Pen, crying into his smooth fur. But this hug would not be returned by the penguin. "Hey hey hey! When I said tell Jet-Vac now I was talking about the the now part of now! You can thank me all y'a want later." He said gently pushing her away. With a sniff, she understood and walked to the academy door. ....Only to be stopped by someone she didn't recognize, though she could tell it was a trap master from the large crystalline weapon he held, this one being a green axe. He was a short elf, likely three-four feet tall. But unlike the typical elf she'd see in Skylands this one had pale beige skin, incredibly peculiar. Wearing orange leaves all around his neck, and down his upper torso. Dawning a mask covering the top half of his face, large bright orange glass on the mask where the eyes would be, and having antlers coming from each side of his mask. By his face, he appeared stubborn. "Uh-Uhm--Excuse me--I-..." She paused, stumbling her words. "I'd like to enter th-the academy.. I want to talk to Jet-Vac...." She asked. The mans eyes narrowed looking up at her. "What do you want w'him?" He followed up her with a question of his own.

"We-Well I have a letter I think h-he needs to see.."

"Anything Jet-Vac needs to see I should be able to look at first. Hand it to me and I'll give it to him." He ordered, but Douser realized... A letter threatening the life of someone's brother might not be best handed to by a stranger out of context, so Douser could tell she'd need to elaborate what's in her hands.

"W-Well... It's a letter that isn't mine.... I-It was addressed to one of my friends--" She began to explain, but her explanation was cut short as he took the letter right out of her hands, shockingly, not causing any rips from her suctions. "I don't care who it's from I'll handle it--I'm a Skylander!" He exclaims, Douser suddenly felt as though her heart was weighted, like it was sinking. This is clearly not the type of person who should be handling the information given.

"I-It's apparently from the... Wooded Devil...." Douser summarizes, and that information alone made him run off into elsewhere into the academy. She tried to run after him but he went through door after door... Quickly, he was gone... And Douser stayed in the Academy, frustrated, but unsure of what to do... The only lead she had on stopping the machine is in the hands of some lunatic stranger, come to think of it, was he even being trustful about being a Skylander?

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Jet-Vac sat parallel to Dr. Krankcase in a largely empty room while all of this was happening. He was having a civil conversation about the apparent situation and who was impacted by it. He knew the doctor long enough to not think any of this was directly his doing, but he wanted to know more about what all of this meant. Dr. Krankcase gave a similar story about what had happened behind the scenes of the machine he regrets to have built. Only now even more anxious as everything he was trying to prevent had already transpired... Dr. Krankcase doesn't even know where the machine is currently, only that the roommate of one of his and Jet-Vacs students, Thorn, had his younger brother kidnapped by the machine. And they wanted to go into a more detailed investigation.

And than the door suddenly SLAMMED open, coming from the door was a short beige elf wielding a green Traptanium axe, both knew who this was. He was sent to guard the entrance to the academy during this difficult time... But he appears to be holding a letter. Remarkably similar to the one Jet-Vac saw Douser holding just moments prior.

"Top of the morning to you Bushwhack! What seems to be the problem?" He said in his typical positive attitude. The sudden thrashing of the door to a panicked Skylander left Dr. Krankcase motionless from fear--thinking he was going to be given more bad news, or be scolded for the actions of what he built. The Skylander wielding an axe, bushwhack, spoke. But firstly, was outraged by the presence of what he saw as a trader in the room. Pointing to the Doctor with his axe. "What is that thing still doing in the academy!? Why is that murderer still with us?" The axe wielding lumberjack shouted, he was a little scared in his presence, but not the fear that holds you back. The fear that makes you want to kill to defend yourself. Jet-Vac knew people would be shaken up by the death of two Skylanders--he most certainly is--but it was its own issue when someone barges in clearly wanting to resort to violence over this. "Listen now! Dr. Krankcase and I are sorting out what happened two days ago. We're trying to get to the bottom of this. This is not a place to use your weapons!" He said in a demanding tone. which is very rare for Jet-Vac, the fact he was on edge combined with the no-hesitation actions of Bushwhack made him want to be better safe than sorry.

"What is there to sort out!? He's a villain through and through! He built a machine like he always does, and he's going to use it to kill all of us! And you're just sitting here... Drinking tea!? What is wrong with you!?" He continued in his outrage. Slamming the letter onto the desk. "This is a letter someone outside gave me. It has her exact location, and I'm going there to kill that bitch! And you better lock up that green freak before he builds another one!" The mention of her "exact location" got both of the others interested, Dr. Krankcase grabbing the letter and quickly reading it, not far enough to get her location before Bushwhack ripped it from his hands, but he got the part about Thorns brother being in danger.

"Get your hands off this! You probably already know where it is anyways, this is part of your plan, isn't it? Get some random guys brother as bait!" Bushwhack hissed. The doctor only turned to Jet-Vac to consult him over the important information contained thus far. "L-Listen! Th-T-The Wooded Devil kidnapped someone-I-I think it was Thorns brother! She's going to kill him! I can tell already! Please, you need to send me over there, clearly she still cares about my name--I might be able to talk some sense into her!" Dr. Krankcase pleaded. Jet-Vac looked over to Bushwhack, holding a hand out for him to give the bird the letter. "Bushwhack, we need to know where the Wooded Devil is before she can do anything, we'll figure out how to handle her on our own. Just hand us the letter please..." The bird stood up, wanting to get the letter from him, only to get more of his continued stubbornness. "Are you crazy?? Plan with the guy who caused all this to happen!? You're going to get all of us killed! Did the doctor learn mind control or something? I'm a Trap Master, I'm used to what he comes up with. I've fought Evilikin before, I can round up the trap masters, and stop that monster!" Bushwhack said in a tone mixing heroism and outrage so fluently, yet storming out of the room. Jet-Vac tried to go after him, but similar to Douser... Was quickly outran. Both the doctor and bird were speechless at the slipped opportunity.

Chapter fifteen