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"Oh gosh, please don't..." Tim responded. "It's already weird enough when people call me Prince Timothy White... Tim is fine... It's hard... People judge me just because my mom ate that apple..." Tim found himself getting upset just thinking about this. "People say, how could your mom be dumb enough to open the door for a creepy old lady? The dwarves told her not to. As if it were really that simple. My mother was only trying to help someone who looked like they needed help. What would they have her do?" Tim rubbed his temples in frustration. "Um.. Sorry..."

"Um... M-m-maybe they expect you to be a great hero or something? They can't possibly expect us to follow in our parents footsteps literally, can they?" Tim only then realized what that meant for his destiny if that were indeed the case and gasped. "Oh no... What if it does? My step grandma tried to kill my mom four different times just because my mom was prettier than her. I guess it worked out fine for her in the end but... I don't wanna die. Who's gonna wake me up? I've never had a girlfriend... Or boyfriend... Before" Tim cowered in his seat and took several deep breaths to calm himself.