Memory
By: Notebook
‘HOW?! How is this short wannabe plumber this strong?!’
Scissors thought as the mustache thorn landed another deafening blow with his hammer.
Slamming the duel-bladed duelist to the ground.
Blood dripped from their brow as they struggled to get back up.
‘Get up. Get up!,’ Scissors repeated in their mind as they floated up to a somewhat standing position.
Their arms barely able to hold their scissors, and their blades cracked and chipped to the point of breaking apart.
‘I have to win. I have to win. I have to win. I have to win. I have to win!’
At this point, Scissors couldn’t care less about guarding the green streamer.
They wanted revenge. Revenge for their comrades, revenge for saving the toads, defying his majesty, but most of all they wanted revenge for Tape.
The one they loved more than anything else in the whole world, and the one they let be destroyed by the Princess and the mustache thorn.
They slashed the red menace with their least damaged blade, only for him to jump and dodge their attack.
Next thing Scissors knows, the thousand folded-arms were activated and a flurry of hits fell upon the duelist.
Pain.
All they felt was pain as their vision began to slowly fade.
Their mind filled with the thoughts of the one who guarded the purple streamer. The one who kept them warm at night, and the one whose last words to them was “I love you.“
Words that they never returned.
Regret fills their heart, as their vision finally fades to black.
'Huh? Where am I?,’ was Scissors first thought when they finally opened their eyes.
They were in a white void with the green streamer next to them. A streamer that was disintegrating in green confetti.
It didn’t take long for Scissors to realize the same thing was happening to them when they saw their legs disintegrating, from the bottom up, into green confetti.
"Scissors? Is… that…you?” A weakened voice said which startled Scissors like no tomorrow.
Scissors quickly turned towards the source of the voice and found Tape.
Their purple streamer nearly disintegrated completely, as well as their body.
Scissors reached out and grabbed Tape’s hand. Who was barely able to lift their own hand.
“I… guess…they… got ..you… too.”
“Tape! Tape! Hold on!" 'Just a bit longer. Please’
As Scissors brought Tape closer to them, they nuzzled each other’s forehead while their hands clasped together.
Tears, or so Scissors thought, ran down both their cheeks. Tape, too weak to even speak, smiles at Scissors one last time.
A few moments later, Tape disappeared into purple confetti right in front of the Scissors.
All Scissors could do was scream as the last of the purple streamer disintegrated into nothingness.
Soon, they see their own streamer disintegrate along with their body into green confetti.
Scissors didn’t even try to fight the disintegration as their entire body and streamer turned into nothingness.
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Voices, they can hear voices.
Five voices in total.
Two of the voices leave them with disgust for some reason, one they don’t seem to trust, another that they don’t recognize at all and the last voice brings them some sort of comfort, as well as the only voice they are willing to listen to.
One of the voices they can’t tolerate, like at all, is talking about how they had to fight living objects, the Legion of Stationary, to destroy the streamers.
Streamers? Legion of Stationary? What’s going on? Who are these people?
Wait a minute…How come they can’t remember anything? Why are they in a black void, that is surprisingly comfortable? Why do they feel they are not alone? What’s going on?
Wait, now they’re talking about how the Legion of Stationary was brought to life by King Olly with his magic, and how he and Olivia had to defeat Olly to prevent the extinction of the toads.
The Legion of Stationary were his generals and were sent to guard the streamers. When they defeated them, the Legion were turned back into their respective office supply and put in a cardboard box.
Ok, so are they talking about them? Are they in a box? Are they the Legion of Stationary?
As the annoying, grating voice continues to talk, they begin to understand what’s going on.
They were the Legion of Stationary and after Mario and Olivia, the sister of his majesty defeated them Mario took them and stuffed them in a cardboard box.
They then left them in said box, in the closet, for a few months until the Craftsmen folded King Olly and his sister Olivia again.
They do not know the reason their King hated the Craftsmen so much, but for whatever the reason might be, the Craftsmen is one of the voices they just can not tolerate at all. Even less so than Mario, the one that defeated them.
So when Mario gave the Craftsmen the cardboard box, they were not happy. However, King Olly, the sole voice that they don’t mind listening to, is coming with the Craftsmen and Olivia so it might be so bad.
Although, the Craftsmen has another thing coming if he thinks he can use them willy nilly.
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“Huh? Why can’t I open it?”
The Craftsmen, with all his might, tries to open the colored pencils only to fail. Did someone superglue the case shut, or is it just stuck? Or does he need to go to the gym that badly?
Accepting defeat, the Craftsmen puts down the case and looks at his other art supplies. For the past few days, he tried and failed in trying to use the origami tools Mario gave back to him.
From the scissors unable to cut even a piece of paper to the stapler not stapling, the tape not sticking, the hole punch jamming, and even the rubber bands rolling off the paper rolls.
Did he get that rusty?
Just as the Craftsmen was about to give up, Olly came knocking into his workshop.
“Hey. Do you mind if we use your art supplies for a bit?”
The Craftsmen gave Olly a weak smile before giving Olly all the origami supplies in a box.
“Sure, knock yourself out. Though, I should warn you. They don’t work as they used to,” said the Craftsmen.
“Ah, I see. Thank you, Mr. Craftsmen,” Olly said before heading into the living to create art with his sister, while the Craftsmen went into the kitchen to make sandwiches.
Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he saw Olly easily open the colored pencil case. He gives a few pencils to Olivia before using some of the pencils himself. It wasn’t before long that the other origami tools were used by Olly with ease.
The hole punch didn’t jam whatsoever. The scissors cut everything like it’s made of butter. The tape stuck to everything it was supposed to. The stapler was stapled away and the rubber bands didn’t roll down or ruin the paper rolls.
It took the Craftsmen a second before realizing what was happening.
‘Stupid, stubborn art supplies.’
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Darkness.
All there was darkness until it was replaced by a white void. They looked around said void only to find they were alone.
When they look down upon themselves, they could see only a faint outline of what they think is their body.
Soon the white void started to gain some light colors and a purple streamer appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around them.
This magic, it felt familiar, was it King Olly’s magic?
Soon the purple streamer wrapped around them completely and everything went black.
‘Ughh. Who’s hugging me? They’re way too close,’ thought Tape as he tried to push away whoever was trying to hug him. They were not successful until a loud gasp caused Tape’s to sit up and open their eyes.
When Tape looks around at his surroundings he finds himself surrounded by his fellow Legion as well as King Olly.
It was also then when Tape found out who was hugging him. It was the guard of the green streamer Scissors who was for some reason hugging Tape.
“Oh, It’s just the King,” Scissors says as they lay on Tape to continue their nap and for some reason, Tape didn’t seem to mind one bit.
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To the person who wrote this: You just left me wordless, I love this, a lot, thank you, I’ve smiled like an idiot, it’s just *cheff kiss* perfect
This made me so happy…. Gotta put some warning for some people, but god, GOD, I love this….
