Hey Everyone, I'm here with a new chapter
So in my first chapter, I actually fucked up. It turns out, the blonde buff dude from episode two actually has a name. Justin. I just called him Brad because that's what I call all dude bros like him.
Episode 2: Star's New Smartphone Part 1
Description: After meddling around with his phone for too long, Star goes on the hunt with Marco for the perfect phone to suit her needs
I had a lot of fun with this chapter, for reasons I'll tell you guys later. Enjoy!
Credit to kprovido from DeviantArt for the cover art
Disclaimer: I don't own SvTFOE, that belongs to Daron Nefcy. I should watch Blood Moon Ball after
(Edit 8/5/2015: Split Episodes in 2 parts for less reading load for one chapter. I know this will screw up the current reviews for each episode, but I feel like this is necessary. To any followers, I'm sorry for the spam of story updates this splitting will cause.)
Star and Marco were the first ones to leave class at the ring of the bell. While Marco had his head buried in his textbook, Star had a skip in her step and took long, graceful strides in the air.
"—after the sun absorbs all the water into the clouds, the clouds get really heavy, and once they get really heavy, they let the water loose into rain to get rid of it," Marco said.
"Oh, "Star replied, "The water cycle something entirely different in Mewni.
"Legends said that 'Water is just the tears of dead Mewni royalty. Every time you take too much water, they get sad and cry a lot. Their tears replace all the used up water in the lakes and rivers.'"
Star had been living with Marco for an extended amount of time now, so he's used to her quirky, upbeat nature and general weirdness about everything.
This time, Marco just stared at Star.
"Mewni doesn't sound like a very scientifically progressive kingdom," Marco said.
"Not really, "Star replied, "We don't even have half the techy stuff you have in your room back at home. I always thought television was a vision-based superpower before I got sent to Earth."
Marco shrugged, while Star went back to chewing on her wand. Marco felt a vibration in his pocket.
He scrounged his pocket for his phone before a certain embarrassing ringtone blared. Space Unicorn, soaring through the stars!
Marco answered it.
"Hello," Marco said, "who is this? Oh, hi Oskar. No, this isn't Star. Hang on I'll –"
"Gimme!" Star yanked the phone off Marco's hand. "Hi Oskar, what's up?"
Star's conversation went on for an increasingly long time. She was mid-sentence when the call dropped.
Confused, she pulled the phone away from her ear and tinkered at it, trying to find anything wrong with it.
"Marco, what happened?" Everything seemed to be in order, at least in Star's eyes. "Why did the call go bloop?"
Star passed the phone to Marco, who went through all the settings and his phone plan application to find the problem
"Here's the problem, we're out of minutes." Marco's eyes lit up and his mouth opened wide. "Star, we're out of minutes. It's the first week of the month, how did you use up all the minutes?"
"I don't know, "Star replied, "I barely ever use your phone."
"Star, I'm looking through the call history, and there are 326 outgoing calls to Oskar just yesterday."
"What? He wouldn't pick up."
Off to the side, they hear crying and wailing from a burly man.
They turned their eyes to the left to find Justin, Echo Creek Academy's finest quarterback, groveling on the ground and Jackie stepping back from him. Janna stood behind her, pressing her hands against her mouth, failing to contain the snickers.
"Jackie, aren't you listening to me?" Justin said. "You were everything to me. Why don't you understand that?"
"We talked about this before, I thought we ended this peacefully already." Jackie looked down onto the blubbering mess of a man, unamused by the turn of events.
Everyone in the vicinity took out their camera phones. Star and Marco propped themselves up on a car roof to get a better view of the spectacle.
"Justin, even you agreed that we needed some space."
"I was wrong Jackie, I can't live another moment without you." Justin pulled out a scrunched-up sheet of paper from his pocket, clearing his throat before going on. "I have wrote you something that will show you how I truly feel and make you understand how much you mean to me. 'To my sweet Jackie…'"
The crowd snickered at every mispronounced syllable and cheesy line. Jackie buried her reddened face with her hands. Marco tumbled over the car, barely able to contain his laughter. Star cooed at the bumbling idiot's serenade, finding something romantic in it. Jackie turned away from the star quarterback and walked away.
Justin tried to catch up to her, as he said, "Your booty is a treasure chest, everyone is hunting for it." Jackie responded with a slap to the face that knocked him to the ground.
Marco keeled over in laughter, rolling on his back while howling in the air. Star gave a hand and picked him back up off the ground.
"I'm sorry, but that was a pretty awful thing to say," Marco said as he wiped a tear from his eye. "He should just stick to football, because he's not going to pick up any girls with lines like that."
Star nodded. Marco's phone vibrated on his hand constantly, much to the annoyance and confusion of Marco.
"Wait Marco, I think I'm signed onto Pictogram on your phone, give it, "she said as she snatched the phone off of his hand once more.
"Careful Star, it's almost out of battery."
Star looked through her notifications on her Pictogram account. The first one was a one minute video of Justin reciting his poem to Jackie. Star pressed the plus button.
The next video was Justin again, crying on the ground as Jackie looked down fidgeting and reeling herself back from the sobbing mass. Star pressed the minus button.
"Star, you're draining the life out of my phone, give it back."
"In a minute, Diaz, "she replied. The rest of the notifications were update posts over the Justin-Jackie debacle. Star scrolled through each one, before the phone logo popped over the screen and the phone shut itself down. She stared at the blank screen. "Marco, now the phone went bloop."
"That's it Star, we're getting you a new phone."
Inside an abandoned apartment building in the outskirts of Echo Creek, a portal opened up in one of the empty rooms.
A robed fellow with his face cloaked popped out of the portal, landing feet first on the sordid ground. He scoured his bag and found a metallic canister with a viscous fluid that bubbled inside.
The robed-figure tore the pin off and chucked it into the portal. As the portal closed in on itself, the canister detonated into a cascade of flames. The last thing that was heard from the portal were the screams of pain.
"Oh Percy, you done it again," he said.
He surveyed his surroundings with a happy, if slightly chipper disposition. From his backpack, he grabbed a pair of scissors that had a beeping, red light as well as diamond encrusted decorations on the handle. Percy pulled the scissors on both ends and snapped it in half and the beeping light died. It was chucked out the nearest window.
Welp, I might be stuck here for the long-haul, but ain't nobody following me here in this dingy little world.
Percy sauntered through the abandoned apartment with a lively whistle. He didn't pay any mind over the scattered pieces of trash that covered the floor. By the door, he noticed a mirror. He walked up to it and examined his rather disheveled appearance.
The bottom of the robe was burnt and singed off while the sleeves were slightly ripped.
Next, he lifted his robe up to find a fairly deep cut on right shin. Percy ripped a piece of his dress shirt inside his robe, using it as a makeshift bandage as he tied it around his wound.
Finally, he unveiled his robe and he was staring at his own reflection with all three eyes that formed a triangle. Something else was bothering Percy however, as if there was something missing.
"Hey, Bessie, come on out, they ain't gonna try hurt us no more." A metallic arm-like appendage extended from his right shoulder. It hung low, as if it were a whimpering mouse cornered by a pack of vicious cats.
"You don't look too swell," Percy said. "Let's see if I could fix you up."
Percy walked out the room, mechanical arm still hanging over his right shoulder. He inspected the new room, which was much larger than the other one. Even more trash was scattered throughout the floor and massive cobwebs littered every corner of the room.
A wooden table was on the other side of the room. He walked up to it, swatting away dangling cobwebs catching on his face. When he made it to the table, he dropped his bag on dingy counter top.
"Alright boy, off you go." The arm detached itself and placed itself on the table. "Bessie, diagnostic report now."
The hydraulics in the arm shuffled around before a computerized voice spoke out from the arm.
The computerized voice responded, "Death ray is offline. Targeted Precision Strike is on stand-by. Extension function is on stand-by. Do you wish for auto-repair?"
"Yes, Bessie."
"Estimated repair time thirty minutes," the arm replied. "Beginning automated repairs now."
"Perfect, "Percy said. "Hopefully by the end of the day, you'll be back in one piece, good as new."
Percy surveyed the barren, desolate room, putting his fingers over his chin.
We can set up an armory on this side, pointing to the right side, all past experiments and inventions can go into the other room.
The possibilities struck Percy like a flash of lightning. And on this side, the bookshelf can go there. This is so exciting, how have I never left home 'til now? A bolt came loose from the arm, dropping on the table; the slight clank caught Percy's attention.
"Oh, you poor thing," Percy said, fetching a screwdriver from his knapsack, "you're falling apart. Let Percy fix you up. Gosh, once I'm done it'll be like the day you first came to life. You remember that day, don't ya? By golly, it was the first time I tried the reanimation spell and it worked out oh so well."
Percy chuckled. He took the loose screw and tightened it back in. He carefully trailed across the rest of the arm, tightening up any other loose bolts. The arm eased up as Percy coddled the arm with broad strokes.
A portal opened up in the back of the room quietly. A man in a commando uniform and a balaclava stepped out of the portal, without disturbing Percy.
"I got you now kid," he muttered under his breath as he unsheathed his sabre. He took his steps slowly and steadily, barely even making a sound. The man grinned as the robed figure was too preoccupied with his contraption. When the man was right behind Percy, he raised his sword up before the man noticed a twinge of pink light casted on his eyes.
"You know, it's mighty rude of you to walk into my humble abode, unannounced, "Percy said, as he swung his pink, translucent gauntlet square onto the man's jaw. The impact tumbled the man over to the ground, his sabre dropped to the side. He barely had the chance to look up as the mechanical arm pounced from above. It wrapped around his body and stuffed its hand into his mouth.
Must be one of them leftovers from the hit squad. The gauntlet phased out of his hand. Percy walked up to the grizzled, muscular man bound and gagged by the mechanical arm; the mechanical hand gag muffled his screams.
"Anyone else with you?" Percy asked. The man shook his head. "Well then, welcome stranger. I wasn't really expecting any visitors this early. I do apologize for the mess. Hold on, let me get you comfy, you must've had a long day."
Percy frisked through his knapsack, feeling through all the food, water and other essential supplies. His eyes lit up as he pulled up a rusty, metallic cube with a bright, red button. He pressed it and dropped it to the ground. It morphed into a hollow, cubic structure with a tinted, circular window. Inside the chamber, various arms and dangerous contraptions hung from the top.
"Again, I apologize, this is the best I can do for such short notice" –he dragged the man off the ground by the mechanical arm—"if I had the materials, I would definitely fix you up something much more welcoming." He opened the chamber door and hurled him in. The mechanical arm released its grasp and reattached to Percy's shoulder. Percy slammed the chamber door shut.
"Let me out, Let me out!" the man pleaded, banging on the door. "Let me go home, I promise not to tell the Rave—"a pair of hands protruded from the wall behind the man, clasping onto his mouth. Other pairs of hands grabbed onto his other limbs to prevent any escape. The man stood face-to-face with a mini buzz saw.
"Well, again try to make yourself comfortable, "Percy said with a smile, his voice piercing through the muffled screaming. "I have to grab some supplies to spruce this place up." Percy grabbed a small, burlap sack from his backpack, stuffing it into his sleeves. He exited the building with a nonchalant gait, unbothered by the constant muffled screaming.
"Now where can I find some materials in this dumpy, little dimension?" On cue, a flyer for an electronic store flew by.
It landed near his side, the page presenting a variety of electronics. Percy picked it up and skimming through the flyer.
"This'll do just fine."
"Here we are Star, Circuit Universe."
Marco spread his arms as wide as he can to magnify the scale of the superstore. Behind them was a huge parking lot more befitting that of an amusement park.
The two stared at the massive behemoth of an electronic shop as customers poured in and out the electronic emporium.
"I mean, I get this is a huge building Marco, but how will this help me get a new phone?" Star smirked as Marco slammed his hand on his head.
"Let's go Star, "Marco said.
As the duo entered the store, they're eyes were assaulted by the endless view of electronics that seemed to stretch towards the edge of town. From televisions, refrigerators, computer supplies, video games to cell phones, every conceivable electronic/computer appliance was available for purchase.
"Whoa Marco, this place is amazing, "Star said. "I don't even know what half these things are, but I want all of them." She noticed a sign pointing towards a plethora of 3-D televisions. Star squealed and attempted to saunter off, but Marco pulled her back.
"Star, we're here to get you a new cellphone." Marco dragged Star to the cell phone booth despite her protests. "Not to play around in the store. We can do that this weekend if you want. Got it, princess?"
"Yes mom, "Star said, pouting her lips and crossing her arms.
They arrived at the cell phone booth, where a variety of different phones were displayed. A pink keyboard phone caught Star's eye. She pointed directly at it, begging Marco for it.
"You want that overpriced piece of junk?" Marco asked. "Please Star, allow me to find you the perfect phone for you." Star sighed.
Star pointed at a sleek, chrome-coloured smartphone. The sign on top mentions something about a quad-core processor and LCD touchscreen. Marco glanced over the phone, shaking his head.
Marco presented the next phone, a smartphone with a massive touchscreen and fairly bulky design.
"How am I supposed to carry that around?" Star asked, eying on a different phone. "Oh, how about that one?"
Both of them picked up different phones consecutively, every time shooting each phone down for whatever reason.
Marco rubbed his temple and said, "We're not really getting anywhere with this are we?" Star shook her head.
A short, pudgy man in a red Circuit Universe uniform walked by Marco. "Hey you, we need some help here."
"Welcome to Circuit Universe, how can I help you today?" the pudgy man asked as he turned around.
"Fergusson?" Marco looked at him with a bemused face. "You work here?"
"Yeah man. My dad practically owns the store."
Star and Marco expressed their satisfaction with content sighs. Star peered at all the individual phones on display, most of them they have already turned down.
"Then you can help us, right?" Star asked, staring at Fergusson with non-blinking eyes. "It shouldn't be this hard to pick a phone."
"You're right, it shouldn't be difficult." Fergusson pulled out a sleek, wafer-thin cell phone from his pocket. Star noted the cute design of a pineapple on the back of the phone. "There is only one viable choice of phone, and that is the pInePhone 6T, the latest demonstration of human ingenuity by PineApple."
"Are you kidding me?" Marco said, his livid voice raising the attention of a few on-lookers. "You expect me to pass of that technological piece of trash to the Princess of Mewni herself?"
"Marco, I think it looks ni–"
"No Star, I will make sure your hands will not be tarnished by an overpriced, outdated piece of plastic." Fergusson took his words in mock-offense.
"Marco, how can you say such a thing?" Fergusson asked, waving the phone in front of Marco's face. "The 6T has a dual core processor that blows every other phone out of the metaphorical water."
Marco held up the chrome-plastered phone from before and said, "This phone has a quad core processor, and is a quarter the price of that rotten pineapple thing."
"Well Marco, here's the thing…"
Star watched from the side as the boys bantered on about processors and video resolution. I swear they are making most of those words up, she thought after hearing about 'optical image stabilization' for the third time.
She eyed her reflection on a nearby mirror, noticing her usual heart plastered cheeks replaced with rotating hourglasses. She yawned in front of the bickering boys, but hadn't caught their attention whatsoever.
"I'm just going to go if you two don't mind, "Star said, backing away. "I'll be back whenever you guys are done doing whatever. Sound good? Good." Star ran and didn't look back.
The first thing on Star's mind were the 3-D television sets. An entire section of the store was cordoned off just for it, with a black, leather sofa for the viewer and a pair of 3-D glasses on a stand next to it.
Star hopped on the couch, submerging herself in the leather. When she stared at the television, she squinted her eyes to see anything past the blurry pixels. A woman with a red Circuit Universe vest walked up to Star.
"Hi sweetie, welcome to Circuit Universe, how can I help you?"
"There's something wrong with the TV," Star said, "it's all blurry and fuzzy."
The woman snickered and said, "Well, that's because you aren't wearing the glasses, silly." The woman grabbed a pair of tinted glasses from the stand, wiping the lenses before passing it off to Star. "Here, put these on."
Star adjusted the glasses before looking back at the screen. The blurry pixels were now a cleared up image of a cowboy armed with a pistol. Star noticed the pistol popped out the television slightly
"Better?" the woman asked.
"Much better," Star said, "Thanks."
"Anytime, young lady." The woman walked away with a wide smile on her face.
Star laid on the couch and focused on the western action and excitement bursting out of the screen. Although, bursting would be a bit of an overstatement, as the 3-D effects weren't very noticeable in Star's eyes.
Aside from more well-defined facial features, the 3-D was very underwhelming.
Star stood up from the couch, tossed the glasses off to the side and bolted to the other side of the store.
She found herself in the middle of the video game section, surrounded by a cascade of video games, new releases and old. Star galloped across each corridor of video game shelves, until her eyes glanced upon a game console set up near the Vinteno shelves, with the console attached to a small television.
A morbidly obese man stood in front of the screen, tablet controller in hand. She squished between the game shelf and the man's flabs of fat to pass through.
Star shivered, wiping her arms off from possible sweat and grease. The princess lifted her head to the screen, and watched as a squid girl splattered ink all over the environment. She made a mental note to ask Marco for the game.
Star sauntered off to the computer section next, too distracted by the technology to notice the purple robed figure in front of her until she bumped into him. The princess stumbled on impact, landing on her butt.
"Oh sorry," Star said as she lifted her head up, "I wasn't looking."
"No, it's my fault, "the man said, extending his hand to the princess, "I shouldn't have been standing in your way that was very ungentlemanly-like of me."
Star took a deeper inspection of the man, his face concealed by a hood and the star patterns covering the entirety of the robe.
"Say, can you help me get that case up there?" He pointed to the black computer case above his head. "I can't seem to reach it."
Star nodded and pulled her wand out. She focused on the computer case as the wand emitted a blue, sparkling light. Blue light wrapped around the case and it floated down to the man's feet.
"Thank you, kind ma'am." The robbed figure took a bow in front of the princess. "Pardon me, but allow me to introduce myself. The names Percival Leopold Middleton the third. Or just call me Percy, I reckon"
"Star Butterfly, but just call me Star." She extended a hand to Percy, and he reciprocated, shaking each other's hands.
"Reckon, you know your way around this place, right?" Star shook her head. "Well, do you mind keeping me company? I just moved here and it would be mighty nice if I had a friend if it's not a hassle."
Star looked off to the side to see Marco and Fergusson still locked in argument. A few on-lookers even surrounded the two.
"I don't see why not, "Star said with a shrug.
