Appearing in front of the camper truck, I snap my fingers while thinking, 'I am inevitable!' and nearly burst into childlike laughter at seeing the corpse of the werewolf disintegrate like the people who disappeared during Thanos's snap.
Looking at the truck, 'I wonder if I can fix this truck with willpower alone as long as it's here?' I wonder and pour my will into the desire for the truck to heal itself, rust becomes painted red metal and stretches to plug up the holes in the wheel wheels. The red paint soon shines like the truck is brand new, the camper itself has a sheen as if new, the front end damage pops out, like a balloon being blown up, headlight lens healing like flesh, the Ford pickup truck looks brand new, inside of the camper extension inside of the bed everything looks brand new and unused.
"If this stays in this shape outside in the real world…I've got an unlimited money glitch!" I can't help but cheer feeling a budding sense of hope towards having a possible way to fund The Hunter's Guild through restoring vehicles using my pocket dimension on my godlike powers here.
'Only one way to find out.' My thoughts hum as I climb into the cab of the truck, blood gone, windshield as if it was never broken, though there is a pair of black panties on the floor with a little white bow on it at the top hem of the undergarments, I almost find a sense of amusement at the sight of them but then cold realization washes over me…
"Wednesday…was she…?" I don't finish the question on my tongue but I also make note to give myself and Wednesday a bit of leeway/distance when interacting with each other, just in case she is dealing with trauma.
Taking a deep breath I will myself and the truck to return to where I had entered my pocket dimension from sensing that, that was also a built in factor to it until I grow in strength/gain the ability to teleport beyond just to and from my personal dimension.
The world ripples around me and from inside of truck and I'm back in the woods just off the logging road, getting out of the truck, I walk around it and find that it is in flawless shape.
"Damn…I wonder what limitations there are on bringing stuff from the pocket dimension to the real world? I can't imagine creating something like an Iron Man armor there and then bringing it here it'd probably blow up or just become a larger paperweight, that is if I could even really make one there to begin with." I hum as I get back into the truck and put the truck in reverse backing up onto the logging road, driving along the muddy seasonal roads I arrive at Bobby's and park in one of the barns.
Entering the house Enid is looking at me in a very conflicted looking manner, before she can even ask about Wednesday I gently reassure her.
"Yes, I found Wednesday…she had saved herself…well for the most part anyways, I have her somewheres safe for the moment." I notice Enid wiggling on the couch while crossing her legs, and clenching her thighs together tightly.
Shooting Enid an apologetic smile I walk over to her lift off of the couch drawing a little whimper out of her, "Have to pee, have to pee sooo bad!"
"I know sweetheart, I know…" I gently reassure the blonde who hides her burning red face out of embarrassment against my chest.
Helping Enid onto the toilet and with my boxers, I turn my back to her so she can pee with some modicum of privacy, "Does it feel like your strength is returning, or do you think I messed something up-"
Enid cuts me off with a rather loud and adorable squeak, "You didn't mess anything up, You saved me! I-I mean, I'm getting better every second thanks to you, it's just silver poisoning is extremely toxic and at most times lethal to werewolves from my world…so my body is pretty much rebuilding itself…I-I'm done, peeing." Enid murmurs shyly and I move to help her, pulling my boxers back up her hips then taking her to the sink so she can wash her hands, all the while Enid's ears burn red hot and her face isn't much better.
'If she wasn't recovering from near death, I'd probably try and take advantage of this situation…' Mentally shaking my head at myself.
"I should get you a cold washcloth, you're burning up, Enid." I hum in concern but then realize I'm being rather dense at the moment. This was a young woman I was taking care of, not a person in an old home or someone suffering from cancer having gotten used to needing to be taken care of like an invalid.
"I-it's not a fever." Enid mumbles against my chest and I can't help but find her reactions adorable.
I make a humming sound, and rest my chin against the top of her head, hoping that my actions reassure her instincts as female wolves tend to place themselves to protect the male's vital areas like their throats, bellies and groins when given the opportunity to.
A soft rumbling sound like a happy little puppy getting a belly rub, rumbles in Enid's chest, when I lay her down on the couch she looks at me with a complicated expression in her eyes.
"Everything alright, Enid?" A sense of worry washes over me as I begin to give her head pats which she leans into, "N-no…I…everything is very alright, when will Wednesday get here?" Enid murmurs then her voice gains a bit of steel as she asks about her best friend, smiling at her I take a step back, and move to my pocket dimension, to find Wednesday up and walking around knife and rapier at the ready to strike down a foe.
"You're back…good, take me to Enid…" Wednesday trials of her Rapier held in my direction in silent threat of murderous intent.
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