The next morning was a long morning. You scrambled around your house, collecting anything you thought had worth, and painstakingly looking at everything you had built, and lived in. You grabbed all your food- especially the ingredients for warm drinks- you grabbed all your important minerals, most of your tools, and most of all, your pocket watch.

Your lodestone compass. The one you had to sit with for hours on end. The thing that let you know that something other then nothing was happening when you locked yourself in the basement for no other reason then to try to block out the world. The compass that your brother gave you.

With a shake of your head, you were out the door, old wooden door swung and locked behind you, and rising morning sun at your back.

The trip to Pogtopia was long, and tedious, and took so much longer then it should have, simply because of the fact that you lived so far out of the way.

It didn't help you weren't the best with directions, getting lost a few times, before finding yourself, and properly checking your coordinates.

Walking and walking, righting yourself and maneuvering around L'manberg when you got close to it.

When you got to their coordinates, nothing was there, and the sun was just beginning to dip behind the horizon.

You were simply standing atop a dirt hill, a small sheer drop to your left, and a bigger hill to your right.

He hadn't given you the wrong coordinates... did he?

He shouldn't have- why would he do that? Didn't he want you on his team?

No. He wouldn't.

Glancing at the paper in your hand, you squinted to read it in the slowly dimming light, before looking back to your regular compass. They didn't have a lodestone, so it couldn't point you to where they were, but it had your coordinates at the top of the glass dial.

You had to do a double take. The y coordinate was off. You were... higher then you should be?

Was it... under you?

Your eyebrows furrowed, and with a quick snap of your head, you looked to the grass below you.

Was Pogtopia underground?

You gave the dirt one last look, before shrugging to yourself.

Only one way to find out.

So you started to dig, straight down, and only about four feet down, you fell into a small room.

Okay.

This is progress.

Looking back up at the hole you created, you filled it back in before taking a glance around the room.

A few chests, a crafting table, a few furnaces, and a bed.

Huh.

There was a staircase as well, leading further down into whatever this little room was.

The dog sitting down near the edge of the staircase was watching you.

No friendly tail wiggles, or happy barks.

You had that effect on most animals, so you didn't bother trying to pet the dog, even if he looked adorable just sitting there.

Shifting the backpack on your back, you grabbed the straps and started for the steps, warily looking around the farther down you went.

Eventually the steps led to a level spot, which took you out to the top of a ravine.

You peered over the side, again seeing a few chests, as well as a few furnaces.

Someone had clearly been here before.

Nothing about it was comfortable feeling though.

Lived in, but not cozy, and that thought had you think back to your little cabin.

Everything there was a comfort, and with a glance at the cold stone walls, and jagged cave edges, nothing here seemed to elicit that same sense of comfort.

Add on the fact that no one was here at the moment, and it just felt like a cave.

Shuddering, you decided to walk farther down, the winding steps eventually taking you down to the chests and furnaces.

It definitely wasn't homely.

And you also guessed it made sense that they wouldn't of had enough time to make it homely, seeing as they're exiled, and trying to fight an uphill war. Battle. Whatever it is they do.

Glancing around at the ceiling of the ravine, you questioned if this really was Pogtopia.

If this was the revolution.

Your shoulders were sore from lugging all your belongings around, so you tried your best to shift the weight around, not quite comfortable enough to just set it down somewhere.

Not to mention the walk over took so long. You were ready to take a nap- or sleep- get knocked out for thirty minutes. Anything really.

Abruptly, a sound came from above. The sound of dirt being dug, steps being taken, and voices being spoken. It sounded like whoever just entered the small room at the top of the steps covered their way back up.

It had to be Wilbur...

Right?

Who else would it be.

The footsteps shuffled around a bit up there, chests being opened and closed, a rambunctious and rather loud conversation taking place.

It wasn't long before they started coming down the steps, and as soon as they reached the landing, and peered over the edge of the ravine, you locked eyes with them.

"Wilbur.." The tension left your body, this was the right place.

"Oh hey!" A small smile rose to Wilbur's face, "Funny seeing you here."

"Haha- yeah... same to you-" You rubbed the back of your neck, "I didn't even know if I was in the right place."

"Welp- welcome to Pogtopia! Are you doing a supply drop?" With a blink, he kept walking down the steps, rooting around in his own bag and appearing to organize a few things.

"No actually- I'm... taking you up on that offer to live with the rest of you guys?"

"That's good news- now we won't have to meet halfway." Wilbur nodded, clearly pleased with the news.

He reached the bottom of the steps and made his way to the chest near you, dropping off a bunch of materials, and random junk that he seemed to have thrown into it.

"I guess you can place a bed anywhere and settle- heck- you can dig out your own room if you want. I don't mind."

"Thank you." You nodded at him, watching as he finished stuffing things away and turned back to you.

"I can give you a tour if you like."

"That would be helpful."

There was a brief awkward moment where the both of you looked at each other and weren't sure what to say, but it was quickly broken by someone at the top of the steps yelling.

"Is that a woman!?"

You glanced up to look at a blonde haired teenager, before Wilbur grabbed your shoulder and started pushing you farther down the ravine, "Well if you look this way you can see we have a lot of s t o n e- mmm yes- everyone loves stone and dirt."

The blonde haired boy let out a loud offended noise, "Wilbur- get back here you- bitch- don't you hog the woman to yourself!"

You glanced back to see the boy running down the steps after you both, Wilbur laughed and relented, taking his hands off your shoulders as soon as the boy stopped in front of you.

"Hello women. Who are you."

Wilbur immediately bonked the kid on the head, "Tommy- rude-"

"What!? Come on- that wasn't rude- I was asking a legitimate question." The male turned back to you waving a finger around as he spoke, "You fook'in 'ear me?? le-git-ta-ment."

"Ignore him," Wilbur spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder and leading you a little farther into the cave, "Ah yes! More fine r o c k."

"BITCH BOY- GET BACK HERE- don't ignore me!"

Wilbur just kept pointing at rocks and muttering something about how great they were, and that combined with Tommy's continued whining finally got to you.

A laugh chuffed out of your mouth, small, but there, and it was the catalyst for you just full on guffawing.

Wilbur looked at you, raising an eyebrow and a smile slowly tugging up his face, and Tommy briefly paused before, letting out a loud laugh before yelling even louder about how he was so manly and strong and how no one can ignore him for long.

It was extremely chaotic.

All because this teenager decided to come down here and start yelling about things, and honestly?

It was incredibly homely feeling.

The caves didn't feel that bad.

When your laughter finally settled, you wiped a tear from your eye to look very firmly at Tommy, who, funnily enough, was struggling to not smile and look as serious as possible.

"Good day, manliest of man's. My name is (Y/N)."

Finally, he grinned, laughing in this mock posh laugh, and shaking his head with an attitude you didn't think was possible for someone as young as him, "Hah! You know- me and you- I think we're gonna get along juust swell-" he turned to Wilbur, "Hear that Wilbur- the women has agreed to be my sidekick!"

"No." You grin, still half laughing at the absurdity, "Any chance of me being a sidekick has vanished as soon as you said that- I'm off to go strip mine."

Turning in some random direction you start rapidly mining downwards, laughing when you heard Tommy yelling again, not bothering to listen to what he was saying before Wilbur peeked into the hole you were digging and groaned out a, "You've abandoned me...-"

Wheezing, you blocked the hole in, faintly still hearing Tommy yelling, and Wilbur groaning about how much yelling he was doing

You let the noise continue for a good two minutes. From the sound of it, it was finally dying down.

With another laugh, you opened the entrance to the hole again, peeking your head out and grinning at the wonderfully exasperated face Wilbur was wearing.

"Hey!" You half shouted to get their attention, "I say we cut a deal Tommy."

Tommy made a serious face, "Mmm- what type if deal were you thinking-"

"I agree to to be your sidekick-"

"DEAL-" Tommy yelled- cutting you off before you could finish.

"HUSH- I didn't get to finish!" The teenager payed no mind to your voice though.

"HAHA- WILBUR LOOK I STOLE YOUR SIDEKICK!" Tommy pointed a finger at you and laughed in Wilbur's face, "HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL BOSS MAN- DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL
S A D???"

Wilbur gave another straight face- half laughing after looking at you, before walking off, "You guys have fun."

"WHAT?! NO. GET BACK HERE AND FEEL INFERIOR TO ME!!"

Tommy, despite saying that, didn't give chase. Merely watching Wilbur walk away into some random room.

You also watched, silence taking in the both of you.

Collectively, both of your heads turned, slowly glancing at each other. You still halfway in a ditch. The blonde awkwardly hunching in the middle of the ravine.

Tommy flicked his head upwards pompously, "So hey sidekick, I was thinking-"

You didn't bother to stay any longer, immediately digging down again and blocking up the hole you came from.

Tommy started screeching again- more laughing and wheezing then anything, but yelling nonetheless.

Moving in was going to be a lot easier then you thought it'd be.