𝓑ob Ross climbs his way out of the well using the ladder made up of ChickenSmoothie users. Slowly making his way to the top, only to be greeted with cheers and something called 'Barn Soup.' He noticed bottles of the well water on the edge of the well. A user stood near by shouting about selling 'Bob Ross Water.' Confused, he makes his way away from the large group and finds another small group near a circle of mushrooms. Thinking this way a beautiful place he begins to set up his art suplies, listening to the conversations around him. He froze as the users began talking about sacrafices. This was getting a bit too much for Bob. With that, he packed up his art supplies and marched back to the well. Saying farewell to the kind users that helped him out of the well, and a few apologizes he threw his stuff back down the well and soon followed after it. The Chicken Smoothie community proved too great for Bob Ross, but maybe one day he will be ready.
𝒯 ravelers from a land called ChickenSmoothie gather around the colorful well. Throwing gems in they mined from the Fae world they begin to chant the ritual words. The water begins to swirl, splashing up against the well walls. Their chants grow louder, as the water gets higher and higher. With their last word the wells water erupts, sending colors scattered across the village. They scratch their heads, wondering if they had done something wrongs.
A brave traveler peeks down the well, 'Its clear!' They excitedly screech at the others. They did it! The villagers grumbled at the new paint job their village has gotten, but ultimatly are thankful for the clean well water.
The villagers reward the travelers with giving them a key.
'A key?' The travelers look confused.
A moment passes before someone from the back speaks up, their voice booming over the mumbles of the crowd.
'THE BARN!'
Frantically the travelers scramble to the barn, quickly unlocking it and flinging the doors open.
They had done it, they raided Barn 51!
They stand in awe at the stange creature inside.
A cat dragon peacefully purred as the travelers entered, slowly uncurling reveiling the Fae dance circle.
No wonder the barn had been locked up! The villagers were trying to keep this rare species safe!
The Fae thanked the travelers with a feast, and a beautiful dance party under the moon.
Bob Ross happily joins and paints them all together, a happy little picture.
The travelers vacation couldn't have ended any better as they sat back and sipped what remaning Bob Ross Well Water they had, and passed around a giant plate of NotkerWings.
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