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Frisbee was tossing his javelins, seeing how far they’d go. He finally picked up the sun javelin, he’d never thrown this one. He squeezed it and launched it, it went pretty far but not too much further from the others. While he was collecting them all again, he absent mindedly grabbed the next one in the ground and it yelled. Frisbee dropped all the other javelins and jumped back. This was the sun javelin, and it had legs. Carefully approaching, Frisbee pulled it out of the ground without upsetting it and set it right side up. He assumed it was possessed or something and would run away, but it turned around, sat down, and stared at him. It had a face. “Hey, what’s, uh, what’s up with you?” He asked the being nervously. It blinked. He gathered the rest of his javelins and put them in the quiver he had for them, then he turned to look at the sun javelin. It was still there but it had turned to watch him. Frisbee grumbled but walked over and gently scooped it up, it didn’t scream or fuss it just nuzzled into his arms.
When Frisbee found Oodle, he tapped his back and waited for the triangle to turn.
“Hm, oh hey Frisbee! Whatcha got there?” Oodle asked while turning.
“Uh I don’t think this is the javelin I threw, it’s, uh, it’s alive.” Frisbee said, holding out the sun javelin.
“No that’s definitely what went into the sun.” Oodle responded.
“Well what do I do with this? It doesn’t do anything it just stares at me! Is it really alive?”
Oodle leaned in closer to the sun javelin, “Yeah they’re alive, they’re a baby. Those don’t do much.”
Frisbee turned the sun javelin to face him. It just blinked and looked at him.
“If the sun javelin’s alive, does that make me it’s mom?”
Oodle shrugged, “I guess.”
After more talking with Oodle, Frisbee had realized he has to take care of this thing. He was just talking to it.
“I guess you’re alive, which makes you a person, which means you need a name. You wanna be called Sun Javelin?”
The baby didn’t respond, they just looked up at Frisbee.
“Alright, you’re Sun Javelin. And you’re a,” He glanced around, he spotted Pitchfork laying behind a rock.
“You’re a girl!”
Still no response from the baby.
When Frisbee finally found the other two members of the Broliance, he ran up to them.
“Guys! Guys!”
Alef and Ketchup turned towards him.
Frisbee stopped in front of his friends and held up Sun Javelin.
“We’re dads now!”