Maxwell's P.O.V.
I was walking, making my way through the biome. I avoided tall birds and tall bird babies, as well as the beefalo and killer bees. I found something on the ground that looked to be something to write with. It put out this blue trail when I put it on something and wrote with it. I tested it out on my skin, to see if it would hurt me. Answer: No. Confusion: Yes.

Something else appeared. "What's that mean?" It read. I hadn't written it. "It was supposed to be a test. This is odd." I wrote back. There was a pause. I heard Wilson laugh from a mile away. "You mean to tell me? You've never seen a pen before? OR heard the soulmate saying?" I read. "What's a pen? And I have not." More laughing.

"The pen is what you're writing with. It's like a quill, but not." "What's a-" "Don't ask."

"And... the soulmate saying? What about that?" I ask. "When you write something on your skin, your soulmate will have it written too. Same goes for tattoos, and on rare occasions, your soulmate will receive injuries that you receive." It read. "Can I ask where you are...?" I ask again. "Well, considering I'm probably not on earth... I have no clue." It read. "Name, then?" I ask. "I'll give a hint. I'm the only person in the world/dimension I'm in aside from Maxwell." I have a sudden realization.

I run to where Wilson is. "I'M Maxwell." I sloppily write on the way. I throw the pen to the ground. "WILSON!" I shout. I trip but get up. Just past this forest and I'm there. There comes nothing else from him. I get there soon enough. "Wilson!" I call. "Maxwell...?" He said. He seemed confused. "Can you help me read this? The writing isn't legible." He said. I show him the matching conversation on our arms. He goes wide eyed.

"...Hi." I say.

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