Where exactly to begin? In the most oddity of events, you awoke from a twister in your hometown to see your house crash landed into a strange looking place, right on top of what was dubbed 'The Wicked Witch of The East' just to then be sent down the path of a yellow bricked road by bubble infused Glinda — Good Witch of The North — and munchkins of Munchkinland. Strange place, indeed. The cherry on top was having to stay safe on your travels down to The Emerald City due to The Wicked Witch of The West placing her target somehow on you and those ruby shoes.

When that wasn't weird enough, your hopes in situating your newfound issues came to a halt at the sound of speaking just off the brightly colored path. It looked to be three boys, no older than you and all very distinct in appearance.

The first one to speak was crouched on top of a large boulder between the trees. His nervous tone matched his anxious movements of fiddling with his hands and trembling to a single snap of a twig. "What was that? Did you guys hear that?"

"Would you chill out, Pope? When will you get that not every little noise is out to get you?" An irritated sigh followed, owned by the blonde boy leaning against a tree trunk. He swung a hatchet idly by the left hand.

Right on cue, the last boy voiced his mind.. or lack thereof. This one pushed himself from off the grass, straws of hay falling out his dark curls, and he stumbled nearly each time he moved closer to his friends. "JJ, be nice. I heard it, too, in that direction.."

He started out pointing West but ended up switching to the East. "Or.. that direction?"