Welcome welcome! If you're new and have not read my story to The Mirror or caught up to the stories after it, (Makeover, Fight, Fear) I highly suggest you do. But then I just figured out that you can read this one before any of them since it's sort of a prequel. I've sadly not finished Mirror 2 but I'm praying and hoping that as I begin this story I'll be motivated again to do it. Having both stories being updated and released is what I'd like to do so I can catch up. Let me tell ya that coming up with ideas has been getting harder as they go on lol. I missed the busy rush of doing these stories and now I'm fully dedicated to finishing up my AU. A shout out to celebi9, thank you for letting me use your characters I love grumpy spoon so much! I do NOT own Wander over Yonder or celebi's characters, they are just for funsies! If you don't know RS Wander or Roleswitch AU look it up on Tumblr! Enjoy.

4/15/17

Hello there. My name is..well I don't have a one. It's hasn't bothered me that much except sometimes I've wished I went by a name. But that's near impossible when traveling every single day and not making contact with many people. Call me weird, but I prefer it like that. I don't want friends, or a partner. They'd just get in the way. Or worse, I'd get in their way or possibly kill them by accident with no memory of it. See where I'm getting at? I'm on my way to a place where they serve food and I might snatch some before I leave. And by snatching I mean stealing; I'm not generous. I don't care what happens to people, myself comes first, it's all I've ever known. Nevertheless it doesn't hurt to help yourself. Or so I thought? Until that day comes someone convinced me otherwise. I have no idea what I'm getting myself into or what's ahead. I didn't know that the events leading up would change my outlook on the world eventually and someone would need me.

(Normal POV)

A child-sized man made his way to the town ahead. He didn't know it's name, but anywhere is better than having to sleep on miles of grasslands. In his possession was one mace, the size of two soccer balls in comparison, a red bandanna, a leather vest and his shoes. The only clothing he wore. His sense of smell could detect fried food from his destination. Which he didn't favor very well. He prefers green food and not meat for many reasons. Although his system can digest meat, it brings a heavy and cruel reminder, so he avoids it. His expression was always blank, unreactive to anything. His body mostly covered in short length fur, the color of a bright chestnut that stopped halfway his calves. He always held his guard up whenever he approaches a new town. His stomach growled, demanding food.

"Chill, we'll get there."

He found the source of the smell, a small restaurant with a hand painted sign saying "Finnetts."

He bent his brows at the name. "Someone must be full of themselves to call this dump that."

In their language, it was one term for meaning money. Probably someone who was loaded and could afford to run and own it. He already noticed on the way here, people were giving him strange looks. He was used to it. But what happened next always bit his nerves;

He opened the doors, and it was bustling with people and waiters and waitresses. One saw him, they whistled to the rest of the people in the large dining area, and immediately it became more silent than a cemetery.

All eyes and gazes on him. Not saying a word. The new stranger kept his eyes and head down. He waited in awkward silence, hoping someone would seat him.

A woman with an apron greeted him sheepishly, but smiled. Her hair was very busy, dyed bright blue, skin bright pink with four legs. She tucked her order list under her hands.

"Hello, sir. How many will it be?"

"Just myself."

She made a nod. "Follow me."

He didn't notice some of the dirty glares she gawked at some of the people whispering as she directed him to his booth. The stranger set his mace on the other seat across, making it visible and so he could give the impression he meant no harm.

"Doesn't matter if I have my weapon on me or not, they'll still talk behind my back." He muttered to himself and rolled his eyes.

The waitress heard him and gave it her shot to reassure him.

"Don't worry I'll make sure they leave you alone."

He said nothing to that. He didn't care if people were looking out for him even if he didn't ask for it. Face still unchanged and he looked at the table. He tended to be in his own little world and kept to himself. More so than ever to avoid the jugemental stares.

"What do you want to drink?" The waitress offered.

"Anything free." He made a dull glance at her. To that she responds with a frown.

"Sorry hon. The manager here doesn't allow anything free unless it's water."

"Whatever. Just get me some." He brushed her off.

Now flustered with his attitude she rolled her eyes and went to get his drink. A small group of toads and bulls chuckled and whispered among each other, smirking. A moment later she brought the beverage and left him again without a word. He already heard the nasty remarks from the gossip group but ignored it. What took place he couldn't ignore.

Five men four times bigger his size stood next to him, laughing, snickering and pointed.

"So, it looks like we got some hot shot in town. What's yer name, boy?" They laughed at him again

Stranger took a sip and avoided all of their eyes. He hoped they'd lose interest and leave him alone.

"As if I'd tell you." He said in a low voice.

"Ooooooo!" The men cooed.

The one who sat next to him was possibly the leader and didn't like his ego.

"Well whatever it is, we've got a warning for you boy," he huffed, the small chestnut haired stranger finally bat an eye at him.

"We 'ere are the biggest, baddest criminals you can find, a guy here is looking for a bounty hunter to catch us and he's yet to do that. We'll show anyone who thinks they own the place and think they can waltz right in without thinking a taste of his own medicine,"

All men gave him glares, and pumped up their fists,

"It includes you too, filthy little Furnicle."

Stranger closed his eyes, but said nothing. He knew why they were taunting him, the reason why they stared at him. It wasn't his weapon, appearance, or height.

All about a race that was highly hated and feared for centuries. He knew it all too well.

"And what're you fellows gonna do if I don't want to leave?" He remarked.

The man next to him clicked his tongue.

"You hear that boys? Furball wants to know, why don't you tell 'im?" He sneered.

They all growled in unison.

"We kill you."

Stranger sighed.

"Looks like I'll be late in looking for a place to sleep."

…

"Hmm. Let's see what he does next. You said he's one of them, right, Patter?"

The owner of the restaurant watched closely on the security cameras of the newest victim about to be attacked.

"Yeah, he ain't very friendly though." Patter the waitress observed along with him, arms folded and lit a cigarette.

"Unfriendly is what I like. Let's see how he handles himself."

"Let me ask you buffoons this," Stranger relaxed his arms behind its head.

"Huh?" They growled again not liking the slur he threw at them.

"Go on, say it." The leader leaned over.

"Ever met a real man? One that gives no grops about what the world thinks of them?"

His eyes became less disconnected and somber. He smirked.

"You have no clue, what it's like to fight someone like that, and by that I mean me."

He glared at them and chuckled heartlessly. He loved to toy with his enemies. And watch their faces boil.

"I'd beat you all before you'd even know it. A Furnicle like me that you loathe so much is about to spill..your blood."

At that instant, they saw his threat as a challenge and roared.

"Get im!" The leader ordered.

Stranger threw the water from his cup at his face, temporarily blinding him. The other four charged and jumped, but he kicked the table and hit two of them body- first and back into the bar a few feet away. The other two watched stunned then turned on him again. He didn't grab his mace, he didn't need it unless he got tired, but handling these weaklings was going to be a breeze so he didn't bother. The last two standing tried to grab his neck but he jumped and one swoop, kicked one of them and smashing into the second guys head.. All of them were too overpowered to stand up and try again.

"Anyone else?!" He challenged.

People sitting and watching only shivered or glared in disgust. No one dared to stand up against the small fighter.

"Who else wants some!?" He shouted, riled up and angry.

"Don't forget about me." A hand grabbed his shoulder and it forced him to look at the angry the leader of the pack.

He punched the small man, and painfully hit against another booth.

(Stranger's POV)

Man, these guys are gropping annoying! Why can't I be in peace for an hour? Is that too much to ask? I blame myself sure, for being a species no one likes. It's my fault. God hates me, I hate myself. I don't deserve a break..or pity, but I at least wanted to relax a bit and try to steal some food while no one's paying attention; but I don't think that's possible right now.

(I moved to the right to be avoided being punched again-)

Is he for real? I've put up with kids who've had better fighting skills. These guys were all talk and no bite. Yet I'm getting kicked around by the boss, or whatever. He punches like a girl honestly.

"Come on! Is that all ya got, boy?"

The last hit did hurt, not the punch to my mug but hitting the edge of the table knocked the air out of my chest. I landed on the back of my neck. I nearly fainted. I'll give him credit for that at least. But I can do worse damage than he's given me. So I hold back. And only rely on my strength right now.

The corner of my eye caught something, it was an empty bottle. I take it and throw it at him. He dodges it, but it hit, broke into pieces and covers his face, just what I wanted. I run and punch him square in the nose, bone grinding under my knuckles. I don't care if his nose his broken on my account, I want him gone and shown who's the real man here. He let down his guard and allowed me to get close and injure him. Most have told me I fight dirty, but these guys are no different. I love playing dirty and no one tells me how how fight.

After I finished that, another thing caught my eye. A guy with bright green skin in a business suit was watching me, smug. Another one? People sure love misery and bloody noses around here.

(Normal POV)

With him being done defeating the leader he looked at his potential new opponent. He was not much taller than he was, but only less than a foot. The grin he wore bugged him. He appeared like a mutated frog, magenta eyes and webbed feet. He walked closer and made a slow cap. Grey hair only in patches barely covered his head.

"Well done, my friend. Say, why don't we have a chat? Just you and I?"

Stranger wasn't having any of his antics he stretched his arms, and popped his knuckles; ready to bring more pain. That was his reply.

The man in the suit frowned and looked at the restaurant goers.

"All of you, out. This place is closed early for tonight. If I catch any of you not paid your bill, I'll haunt you where you sleep."

Stranger looked at all of them and watched them groan, stand up and leave. The clink of coins hit their tables, the shuffling of paper bills along with it. After a minute the place was empty. Except for the waitress from earlier cleaning up some of the mess from the brawl.

"What do you want? You said a conversation? I'll gladly give you one," Stranger held up his fists.

The man laughed, hitting his own ribs. "Oh, I like you! You're too good."

Confused, he made his claws visible. He meant business. Looking at this man was just making him tempted to hit him. And not with just his fists this time.

The man looked up and down those deadly claws like they were gold.

"Ahh, the rumor is true. A living, breathing Furnicle right here in my office," he said intrigued. "Pleased to meet you."

He held out his hand for a shake. Of course, the stranger didn't take the greeting.

"Very well." The man took back his hand and gestured to the bar, "I'm not here to fight, I just wanna talk."

Not taking his eyes off for one moment he followed, thinking it was an obvious trap. The man kicked off one of the underlings he defeated, as if he weighed no more than a piece of paper. After they sit down, the man adjusts his tie.

"Son, may I offer you the pleasure of being my personal bounty hunter?"

Stranger flinched, his eyes lit. The first real expression he made since arriving was visible.

"And why would I want that?" He snarled.

His demeanor didn't scare the man. Anything he did was that of a parent being proud of their child's artwork.

"Firstly, I'm filthy rich. My name is Odhert. I run this business and make my living off guys like those."

He nodded his head at the fallen criminals. Who moaned.

"These guys, have the nerve to stick around at my restaurant, thinking they won't get caught. They know I live and work here; they're full of themselves and think no one is good enough to catch them, so they mock me. But when I watched you take them down, I had to take the opportunity of the advantage."

Stranger furrowed his brows.

"No thank you."

"What?" Odhert jumped as if punched. He was one to not accept when his offers were turned down.

"You heard me."

"But..! I'm not done! If you stay here, I'll provide you food, water, a place to sleep!"

That, made stranger's face light up.

"Of course, I'm a man of promises, I let my employees choose their conditions as I choose mine, it's a win-win thing."

"What if you're lying?"

"I don't lie." Odhert grinned.

Stranger sighed, he knew it was lie one way or the other. He decided to play along. He flicked Odhert's nose. Odhert rubbed his face.

"Even though I have no reason to believe you, I'll take up on your offer. But only because you have a place for me to crash. I can tell you play people. As for the job, I'll have no choice. You're not someone who will just hand over the goods if I don't do as you say. I can tell,"

He made his eyes turn grey, it was a part of his physiology,

"You're scum, aren't ya?"

Odert's smile broke. He scratched his head, as if underwhelmed.

"You got me. I am a businessman after all; I do any means to get what I want. I want you, as my hunter and I will split 50/50 of the earnings."

"Sounds great to me." Stranger made a devilish smile back.

"Now that's been established, what your name?" Odhert displayed an odd look of curiosity.

"I don't got one." The nameless stranger messaged his shoulder, it was throbbing a bit.

"Well, I can't let ya work without it, got one for me?"

He thought about it, and to him one personally stuck though he found it silly at times for even suggesting it. For someone who traveled alone..

"Wander."

"Wander." Odhert tapped his chin, liking the sound of it. "Wander the Bounty Hunter, is now officially in business."

"Call me whatever you want, I don't care." Wander took a cup of melting ice someone had not finished, and took a sip.

"Nah, I like it. You seem to be the devil may care type, which I admire."

"Enough flattery," He flicked a piece of ice at his eye, quieting him. "Can I go to my room now or whatever you call it?"

"Patter, show him his sleeping stall."

The four legged waitress stopped sweeping and did as she was told.

"I thank you for taking down these scumbags, they were getting under my skin. Tomorrow I'll give you a medium sized share of their bounties, and your first hunt."

"Done deal."

"This way, sir." Patter tapped his head to lead him on.

…

"This is it?" Wander looked over his room, it was fairly small with a tiny bed, a toilet and desk.

"Yep. Boss is rich yet he ain't gonna spend it on making it nicer, fair warning." Patter said drly.

"Is yours like this, too?" Wander placed his mace on the wall.

"Sort of, it's a little bigger, but just as much trashy. Odhert is a piece of work, so I'd watch your back."

"You should know that I always do." Wander let out a gruff.

"He didn't bother to tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

Patter closed her eyes and rubbed her temple.

"Once you make the deal to work with him, it's permanent. He makes more money off the bounty hunter than the actual criminals. I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut about this, but either way, you're stuck. He'll give you a pittance. You can't leave or quit when you feel like it, so be prepared."

A very low growl rumbled from Wander's chest. Only the kind he could hear, but no one could. He knew the deal was fishy, but he took it anyways. If someone was to betray him, he'd have no problem fighting it out. It wasn't the first and won't be the last someone back stabbed him, Wander didn't mind doing the same if it meant getting out of a bad situation.

"Thanks. I'll keep note on it."

Patter didn't say another word and shut the door. Wander looked outside the window above the bed, the sky blazed with glittering stars and one planet a neon pink gave outside a glow. It was very beautiful, once in awhile he'd gaze at the sky and forget the terrible things that try to hurt him. It was the one thing that brought him sanity.

"I'm beat."

Wander flopped on the bed, and heard a voice out of nowhere,

"Ouch!"

Immediately his instincts told him to get ready for whatever attack, he looked about the room for that voice, but no one was to be seen.

"Ow."

Wander sniffed, he could smell something under the bed. He cautiously got on his knees and bent down.

A small lump was moving.

"Hey, who're you?" He was more annoyed than angry.

The thing jumped at him, showing it's teeth; he wasn't ready to be tossed against the wall and it was wrapped around him. What appeared to be teeth was actually a smile; and a child, no bigger than him. A purple octopus beamed at him with four of his tentacles embracing his slender frame the other four outstretched. Wander couldn't see his face, his hair was poofy, maybe poofier than Patter's and it covered his face. He wore a tattered shirt and pants. Possibly homeless.

"YAAY! It's nice to meet you, cat man."

"What the ?"

"I saw what you did back there, it was amazing! You beat those bad guys like it was easier than baking a cake! I like you! Let's be friends."

Wander tilted his head, not understanding how a child got in here much less would want to be friends.

"Get out, kid. I'm not your friend. I'm not "awesome" it won't work out."

"Ah, don't be like that. With you being so strong you could beat up anyone. You're a Furnicle, right? So it's only natural that we stick together." The child puffed out his chest.

"Just because I'm a Furnicle doesn't mean I'm a good guy. I've known that all my life the hard way." Wander rolled his eyes.

"But you are good! I don't mean by you kicking their butts, but bringing the bad guys down!"

"Will you go, please?" Wander stood up and brushed him off, "I'm really tired and I've got a long day ahead tomorrow."

"Can't I stay, too,?" The child moped, one eye through his hair was finally visible, "The guy who looks after me isn't around right now."

"Go home to your parents, and no, you can't. Huh?"

Wander blinked more than once and looked over the child's face and gaped. He removed his bangs from his face and revealed pink eyes and dark freckles. This child was actually a female.

"You're a girl? Well I'll be shot."

"Yep. I'm Evaleen." She smiled at him, "But you can call me Eva for short."

For the first time, a smile that wasn't sinister, or callous...made him feel so strange. An emotion he rarely felt made his chest beat faster than any times he landed punches on his enemies. Something about this child's face brought him curiosity.

"Ugh." Wander rubbed his eyes. His drowsiness was getting the better of him and needed to think fast.

"Very well. Sleep here. Then tomorrow you go home."

"Okay." Eva went towards the bed.

"Hey, that's mine. You sleep on the floor." He pointed downwards.

"Aw, that's mean." She pouted, "But that's okay, I'll just go grab blankets from the other rooms."

"How do you even know there's-?" Wander shook his head hard, "Never mind."

He began to take off his vest and shoes as Eva left the room, came back with a stash of blankets and handed him one, he refused it but she gave it to him anyways. He wasn't used to being around people for more than several minutes, or their kindness.

(Wander's POV)

Just my luck, although the boss guy is someone who rips people off, I've hit the jackpot. Though the Eva brat is getting on my nerves, I'll dump her when I have the chance. I refuse to let anyone step on me, even a kid. Why I'm even letting her stay now is confusing, I'm someone who won't show my feelings so I don't appear weak; yet the kid stays. I'll ignore it, just as I ignore everyone who gets in my way.

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