Deep within the recesses of r/StarVstheForces of Evil, there lies many untouched fanfics...and also fanart and theories, but...semantics! So as per suggestion, my fan script is now being brought to for you all to see!

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Dimensional Distress (Fan Script)

Season 3: Episode 1

(Interior of Diaz's house a few hours post-party, with a zoom in onto a shocked Marco, Jackie, Janna and Pony Head on the couch consoling him, and Kelly sitting on the floor next to them.)

PH: ...See, and I even told my other pony peeps that they had a thing going, and they were all like "Nah, they ain't that cliquey and into it" and I was all like "Dude, they (scoff) literally do everything together", and then she was all like "You mean everything everything?" and I was all-

J: 'Scoozi. P? (Scowls and does subtle cut-it-out gesture) ...Not helping.

PH: Well, sah-rry. I came for a party with dancing and...all that jazz. Not to get caught between you guys and (shot pans to Marco)...sad bag over here.

M: Pony Head...if you knew, why did you just stand there and say (Marco starts to get crazy eyes) nothing this whole time!?

PH: 'Ey. What you do...in the privacy of yah own homes and with each other ain't none a'my (horizontal head movement) biz-ness.

M: I-I just don't get it. What could have possibly been so bad that Star had to run off, and leave us and everyone else she knew behind...?

JLT: Well, Star's a...complex multidimensional creature, Marco. (Magical hand gestures.)

Literally.

...I'm sure she had her reasons. (Comforts Marco.)

M: ...You don't think she left because of...well (makes awkward back and forth hand gestures between him and Jackie)...

PH: Ta be honest, pro'ly.

J: Ponyhead!

JLT: Well, I mean...

(Cuts back to Jackie.)

Maybe she has a point?

M: Jackie?

JLT: Well, I mean, come on Marco! The tickets, the concert, the graveyard; it's clear she wanted us to be together, but even I could tell you two had something there. PH was right. You did everything with her.

(Marco makes a sad face of slight realization.)

JLT: And me? Well, Star was nice to me and all and we were awesome friends, but I couldn't help but feel like I was just...a rusty wheel on your skateboard.

(Jackie looks down, forlorn.)

(Marco touches Jackie's shoulder to console her.)

M: Well, whatever happened before...it doesn't matter now. What matters is that Star's probably in danger, and even if she doesn't want me there...I at least want to be there to support her.

(Marco looks more determined than ever, lifts up his hood, and takes out his pair of Dimensional Scissors.)

M: I'm going after her.

J: Alone...? With no armor, no weapons, and virtually no way to defend yourself against the possibility of certain death?

...I'm down with that.

JLT: Wait, where are you even planning on going? She took everything but the kitchen sink.

(Sink drops from the sky outside, and can be seen through the window...and soon promptly vanishes.)

Never mind.

M: Well there's always Mewni, to start. If it was that urgent, her kingdom's probably the best place to look around for info.

PH: Okay. Hold up and slow your roll there, mister. You sure you even know how to work those things?

M: Oh, relax Pony Head. I've had 16 years of experience with Hekapoo with these. I'll be fiiine.

(Cockily shuts eyes and does swift motion to open Portal...but instead flings the scissors into the kitchen hitting Mr. Diaz offscreen, where you hear a quick scream.)

PH: I got it. (Flies off.)

M: Oh...Jackie? One more thing. Look, I'm sorry if I made you feel that way with Star. It's just Ludo and Toffee attacking us, then there was me being anxious about the concert, and...

JLT: Marco? ...Relax.

M: Relax...? Hehe, I'm perfectly relaxed, who said I wasn't relaxed? (Awkwardly puffs out chest while profusely sweating).

PH (Offscreen): M'kay, ya might feel a slight pinch.

MD: How bad will this hurt exactlyAAAAAAAHH!

JLT: Look...whatever romantical mushy-gushy stuff we have, we can deal with when you get back. Right now, you gots yourself a princess to check on.

M: (Small smile) ...Thanks, Jackie.

JLT: Don't sweat it.

(More sweetly pats Marco on the head, as a callback to "Just Friends".)

...And I mean that. Your jacket's already soaked.

(Marco confusedly looks down and pulls on jacket.)

(Portal opens offscreen.)

PH: Alright you two love doves, little Marco's got a distraught, emotionally unstable, teenage girl...รก la my best friend to find. Let's HIT IT!

M: Alright...here we go. (Marco stands heroically.)

Don't worry Star. I'll be there soo-...is the floor sinking?

(Marco actually stepped on a bent floorboard that's about to send him flying.)

(Looks up distressed)

...Oh that's not right.

(Flings into portal.)

YYAAAAHHH!

(Portal closes.)

J: ...That kid's gon' die, isn't he?

(Fade to black, commencing supposed commercial break.)

END PART 1 of 3 (a.k.a. dramatic exposition, the fanfic)!