Smurfskip (Or: How Jokey Smurf Invented Parkour)

Chapter 64: [132:35]

Loop 150

Jokey opens his eyes with a grin. He grabs the bucket of color-changing potion he sto– borrowed from Alchemist. He sticks his tongue out as he holds it up, aiming just right...

Potion splatters right on the fox's head. Jokey shakes with mirth, hurrying down the tree before the fox has even fully realized what's happened.

Jokey's running — he does that a lot. A black fox is right on his heels. "What'sa matter?" He calls back with a smirk. "Can't take a joke?" He cackles as he jumps at a tree, kicking off it to propel him into a flip over a log.

The river's next, but he's over that before he really has time to think. Not a single thought of water pressing down on him enters his mind, a fact he'll be proud of later. For now, he has more important things to think about.

He continues running and flipping through the forest for around an hour, panting as familiar exhaustion begins to creep up, turning sharply when he spots the trees that should mark the entrance to Blossom. He runs at the cliff, running partially up it before snatching a handhold.

Jokey's a third of the way up by the time the fox enters the clearing, to the halfway point when it reaches the base of the cliff. He doesn't slow down, going straight from climbing to jumping, flipping between the cliff and the tallest stone. He almost slips into the canyon more than once, but manages to make it past the blank stripe.

He climbs the new handholds, the exact path he's memorized, ignoring how tired he already is. It's a little slippery thanks to the blood on his hands and feet, but...

But he...

He makes it.

He... made it?

Jokey blinks in disbelief, standing on top of the cliff with shaky legs.

He looks down at the fox below him, wagging its tail, golden eyes flashing. He waves at it, giggling.

He made it.

Jokey breathes deeply, wobbling as he turns on his heel. He takes an unsteady step forward, peeking over the cliff, ready to face whatever obstacle is next...