A Derpy Tale

It took barely an hour until they came to the Question Mark cavern.

“This is it,” said Cyrus.

Durpy looked at the entrance, a dark entrance. It was interestingly shaped like a question mark, and it had a sign next to it that read, ‘cum in and si da horirs in sai d’. It was so badly written that Durpy took around 20 minutes to find out it read, ‘Come in and see the horrors inside’. Whoa, these Question Marks had bad handwriting. Then, Durpy realized that the dagger from the dobolin fight had reappeared in her hand. Then, she heard a shuffling noise from behind a bush. Quickly, she spun around, alerting Bob and Cyrus.

“Watch out, it might be a Question Mark!” shouted Durpy.

The shuffling got louder, and she heard two voices talking but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. Durpy suddenly lunged at the bush, scaring a terrified little stick, and a horrified little rock.

“What was that for?” said the stick.

Durpy looked at Cyrus and Bob.

“Umm… You’re a… stick,” she said.

“Yes, quite,” said the stick.

The rock looked at Durpy and said,

“You’re huge, dude,”

Durpy looked puzzled.

“How are you?” asked the stick.

“Fine, thanks,” answered Durpy.

Cyrus leaned in and they both shouted,

“Ahh! An alligator!”

Cyrus sighed.

“Finally, someone calls me an alligator! I don’t care if it came from a rock and a stick.”

The rock and the stick twitched. The stick walked foreword and glared at Durpy.

“Did you just call me a stick?” he asked.

“Uhh…”

“And bro, I am not a rock. I’m a pebble! There is a huge difference dude!”

The stick patted the rock.

“I am a twig! Get it right, you rookie,” said the stick.

While Cyrus and Durpy looked confused, Bob shouted,

“Yay! A talking twig and pebble! I will name them Emily and Bonnie!”

The twig shifted uncomfortably.

“Emily? Seriously? That is so original!” and the twig turned its back to Bob.

Bob frowned and looked at the pebble with lots of interest.

“Bonnie is a name for girl, bro. Name me something cooler, you know, with punk and rock,” (he was not speaking literally).

The twig slapped the pebble.

“We already have names, dude!” he said.

The pebble jumped and gasped.

“What’s my name again? Chester?”

“No,” the twig said.
“Your name is Twig and my name is Pebble!”

Twig said,

“But I’m the pebble dude, you’re the twig,”

Pebble shook his head and said,

“Who cares!? My name is Pebble and I’m a twig, so what!?”

Twig nodded.

“Okay, so I’m Twig and this is my, like, friend, Pebble,” said Twig.

Pebble nodded and said,

“If you’re planning on crossing the Question Mark cavern, you’ll need some kind of protection spell.”

“Where can we get one?” asked Durpy.

“From us!” said Pebble.

“Just answer our riddle,” said Twig.

Durpy, Cyrus and Bob said,

“We’re in!”

Pebble stood on top of Twig, and said as loud as he could,

“What can be broken without being touched?”

Durpy stiffened. She knew the answer. She just knew it. Derpy had told her the answer. This was an easy peasy riddle. It was funny how Bob thought the question was,

“What is a door that can’t be opened?” and was saying random things like,
“Keyboard!”
“Mushroom stew!”
“Board games!”
“Things!” and he was getting nowhere.

Cyrus was really thinking about this.

“A window, if you break it with a ball. You’re not actually touching it,” said Cyrus.

“Nope,” said Twig, tired of answering to Bob’s random answers.

For some reason, Durpy thought it was important that she didn't say the answer. She kept quiet, and said,

“A magical lock? You use a magic staff or something?”

Twig shook his head.

“Love, you can break it, like not loving someone anymore, and you don’t have to touch love, you can’t.” said Cyrus.

Pebble spoke,

“That’s actually true, but it is not the answer I was looking for,”

Bob, by now, was feeling useless. His random answers were not helping. They were irritating Pebble and Twig even more.

“Durpy, you promised I could be helpful along the way, but it seems I’m not,” Said Bob.

Cyrus clapped his claws.

“A promise, it can be broken without being touched!” he yelled.

Pebble said,

“Congratulations, you solved the riddle. Now you may―”

Then Durpy heard it; a screeching noise, squealing like a pig. It was coming from behind the same bush as Pebble and Twig had come from.

“Watch out! It might not be a rock and a stick this time!” warned Cyrus.

Twig said,

“PEBBLE and TWIG! Get it right already!”

Cyrus rolled his eyes.

Bob was shaking all over, holding a big log he had found as a club. Cyrus bared his sharp teeth. Durpy took out her dagger. The squealing noise turned into a rustling and shouting noise.

“Question Marks?” asked Bob.

Cyrus covered Bob’s mouth with his tail. When the noise was unbearably loud, everyone covered their ears.

“Is that―?” started Durpy.

Then out of the greenery, all beat up, bloody and injured, was none other than; DERPY!