Trancua drew up a funny little number of my Oscil and Pre-M.D. (8P) Angela Slater, and his Moleesha as kids. XD Adorable aren't they?

Does anyone else here the Muppet Babies theme in their head right now?

Somewhere near Candle Cove:

A windy April day, the leaves were caught in swirls and drifts. Running this way and that, the little mole trotted and laughed, following after the last of the fallen leaves of the year before.

"Don't get to far from the play ground, Molee." Oscil squeaked, following along behind her. He couldn't stifle a giggle as he half chased her and half chased the leaves, kickball still in hand.

He trotted along, his hooves always careful around her little toes. His hair golden mane, sparkling as the sun came out from behind a cloud, made a more interesting toy to the little mole than the leaves. "Petty." She smiled.

"No, no." Oscil giggled. "Handsome."

"Pretty." Molee insisted.

Oscil puzzled at her statement for a moment, then looked about. The grass was tall, over grown in patches, but pavement lay in broken spaces here and there. "Where are we anyway?" He whined, seeing a few broken pieces of playground equipment around in the tall grass.

"The old playground." An unfamiliar voice made Oscil's spine shiver. Cold blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous fire, red fur burned in the sun. "The one they closed a long time ago."

Oscil gulped, looking at the older girl. "Oh." He said trying to get between Molee and the strange, larger girl.

"Know why they closed it?" She asked, a tufted hand on her hip.

"No." Oscil said, lowering his ears, but following the girls finger off to a dark spot in the grass.

"Kids kept disappearing in the little tunnel." She gave a grim smile. "You can still see the old concrete pipes there in the grass."

"You mean like on that game show, Double Dar-" Oscil whined as she laughed.

"No." She leaned her big nose forward. "That pipe you can see all the way through, plus that's just a game show." She trotted past the quivering pony to get a closer look. "These pipes connected to a slide... Or they were supposed to."

"What did they connect to?" Oscil gulped.

"Hell." She said plainly.

"You shouldn't say that!" Oscil squealed, half in terror and half in protest to the profanity.

With a slap of the older girl's tail, Oscil's ball flew from his grip and into the abyss of the nearby tunnel. "My ball!" Oscil sniveled. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I want to see you go get it." She smirked.

"You mean..."

"You have-" She leaned close. "To go-" Her eyes locked with his. "Inside."

Oscil shrieked and threw the sheets off his pet-bed. "I don't want to go in there!" He quivered and darted his eyes around the darkened bedroom.

His sniveling and squealing only disturbed the Doctor enough to make her snort a little in her sleep. The shaken pony sank into his pet-bed and covered himself again. "No more creepy pasta..."

Art and Moleesha ©  Trancua

Oscil and (Dr.) Angela Slater ©  Oscil