Three travelers. Each one looking for the same thing. The terrorist trained by Dream and green with eternal envy.

Wilbur Soot, Philza, and Tommy Innit trekked across the world looking for Wilbur's brother Clix. Yes Clix tried to kill Wilbur but Wil was worried for his brother. He wasn't well mentally and who knows the damage Clix could cause out in the open. And on his last life of three as well. That meant he had everything to lose. Clix wouldn't hold back even if it meant death.

"Ah! Get this thing away from me! It's trying to eat my flesh!" Tommy exclaimed climbing onto Wilbur with a sword out. Wilbur looked at what Tommy was running from. "Tommy. It's a harmless butterfly. It doesn't eat flesh. It eats nectar. By the way you get off of me," Wilbur said as the winged creature landed on his finger. He smiled at the little insect. "Clix would love you. But where is he? Maybe you know. I heard him mumbling about being friends with butterflies once in his first life. Could you lead us to him?" Wilbur said to the butterfly on his finger. The butterfly just flew away. "I guess not," Wilbur said hanging his head low. "We'll find him Wil. Don't worry," Phil said putting his hand on his son's shoulder. Wilbur looked at his father and smiled. "Guys you might wanna look at this," Tommy said. Phil and Wilbur looked at where Tommy was looking and found a whole bunch of butterflies swarming around each other spelling out a word. "C-L-I-X," Phil spelled out. "Clix," Wilbur breathed.

"Did you miss me?" A familiar voice rang through the air.