Hey guys! I'M ACTUALLY BACK! I'M NOT DEAD AND NEITHER IS THIS STORY! I'm so sorry I haven't been updating this, I just have another story that's a lot more fun to write. On the bright side, my writing skills are a lot better now I think! Well, I know! I've improved a lot so you're in for a treat!
So, enjoy! By the way we won't be using POVs anymore! It's hard to explain, but you'll see soon. I like this style of writing a lot better myself. I hope you all like this… Shout out to the Fueled By Nightmares and The Non Commissioned Writer btw! (SORRY IF I GOT THE USERNAME WRONG D:)
Warning (?): There is a scene in this chapter heavily inspired by Undertale. Sorry not sorry.
Last Time: Our Heroes went to Saint Olga's to save Pony Head. That's it. Dang, author, you're getting lazy!
Chapter 4: Saint Olga's (Part 2)
Marco's distraction worked, as most of the princesses immediately ran to get checked in, and the guards ran after them to maintain an orderly line. "This place isn't what I thought it wo-" Star started, but Marco cut her off because a guard was coming. Star silently shrieked in horror, remembering once again just where exactly she was.
The guard passed without noticing the princess and the "princess" hiding behind the vase. "Breaking out Pony Head is going to be a breeze." He told Star, knowing if it was that easy to sneak past one guard it wouldn't be that hard to sneak past all the others.
"It's just a high surveillance prison school!" He said, not knowing yet of the true horrors of Saint Olga's. Star once again internally screamed. "No, Marco, it's worse than I imagined.." She told him, pointing to a room where a princess was being forced to sing and get along with all the animals. "You know the kind of girls that get sent here. They could totally benefit from this." He said, trying to be an optimist, not knowing how bad it really was.
Little did they know, the princess singing was the same one who tried to steal Star's face.
They ran through the halls and peaked through the bars on a door. They looked inside one of the princess's new bedrooms. "You know, this place has some seriously luxurious rooms!" Marco commented. Star was horrified at how easily Marco was able to miss the big picture that this place was horrible. "HAVE YOU GONE MAD?!" She asked him, seriously starting to worry for her best friend's mental health.
"Come on, look at the intricate floral orientation on that vanity, the rich mahogany of the canopy bed!" Marco told her, using plenty of big words she didn't understand. "And there's enough velvet on that bedspread for me to swim in!"
"Don't you see what's going on here?" Star asked, honestly surprised he wasn't noticing it. "Dancing?" He asked, referring to the princess that was in the room, dancing. Little did he know, she was probably dancing against her will. "Uhg, come on, let's just find Pony Head and get out of here." Star told him, secretly concerned he might be brainwashed by the evil place.
"There she is!" Marco called to her. The princess ran over to him. "Okay, let's just blow down the door so we can get the heck out of here!" Star held up her wand, radiating with pink energy.
"No, we've got to do this quiety, without drawing any attention." Marco explained, knowing a magic blast would get them caught. They quietly came in.
"I just came cuz I have to say, happy birthday on your birthday day!" Star suddenly burst into song, however Marco quickly quieted her. "Do you want to get us caught?!" He whispered, concerned for their safety. "Sorry.." She apologized. "Hey, Pony Head!" She tried to get the other princess's attention. It seemed to not work. "Hey, it's us! We're here to break you out, so we can party!"
This time, Pony Head turned around.
It was honestly probably the most horrifying thing Star ever saw.
She hadn't noticed it before, since all she could see was Pony Head's silhouette, but Pony Head's hair was in a neat, perfect braid. Her lips coated in neat, perfect lipstick and blush, done just right. Her eyes, perfect and shining in the dark, just as a princess's eyes should be. But the color wasn't the same. No, her once bright, alive eyes were gray, dark. Like her soul. She was dead inside. They stole away her individuality. They got her.
Star let out a startled gasp.
"My deepest apologizes, but I must decline, as partying is for the unrefined." The unicorn head spoke, in her new, dead, perfect voice. "I got this." Marco told her, not seeing yet the seriousness of the situation.
"Hey Pointy Head, it's Earth Turd!" He said, gesturing to himself, thinking she'd snap out of the weird phase easily at that. "Such language belongs in the gutters of Golasamore." She said unnaturally monotonously, giggling a forced, fake laugh. Her laugh. The one that she could very possibly have forever because of this school. The one way to express the scrap of joy she had left in her dead soul, as smiling wasn't an option. For she was already forced to wear a constant, wide, fake, perfect smile.
"Huh. I thought that would've worked." Marco said, slightly disappointed and confused, still blind to the terrors that was this new Pony Head. Star let out another nervous, fearful gasp.
She walked over to Pony Head quickly and started shaking her roughly. "SNAP OUT OF IT, PONY HEAD. SNAP OUT OF IT!" Star told the shell of a princess desperately.
She merely laughed and said,"Would you care for some crumpets?"
Star shuddered helplessly. She turned to the disguised boy. "You see Marco THIS is what they do to you here!"
"Relax! Once we disable that crystal thing and get out of here, we can get her back to normal!" He told the frantic princess. He then started grabbing seemingly random objects from around the room. "What are you doing?" Star asked as he picked up an empty teapot.
"I saw this in a prison movie, "Escape From Jail Mountain". Trust me, this'll save our hides, just like it saved Hank Innocent."
So, after setting Marco's plan into action, they dashed away to escape, Pony Head calling the guards all the while until Star covered her mouth. They ran into a room.
It was filled with princesses, all at tables with teacups. Expressions still and unmoving, change being needless as they were already perfect (Star shuddered in disgust at what was currently happening), they held their pinkies out, repeating a single phrase and taking a sip.
"Keep your pinkies at ninety degrees. More tea please." The all said in monotone sync, eyes cold and filled with pain.
"This is worse than my worst nightmare." Star said horrified. "Yeah, I see what you mean." Said Marco, finally understanding. Nothing was anything but perfect here, even something as small as drinking tea.
Pony Head started to say it too, as if on instinct. "Keep your pinkies at ninety degrees.." Star was a bit startled. "Why are you saying that you don't even HAVE pinkies!?" She asked, panicked. Marco looked behind him and saw the guards coming, and pulled the princesses under a nearby table.
"He's right on us! Should I blast him?" Star asked. "No, that'll only increase the heat on us." Marco responded. "We need some kind of distraction.." He concluded. "Well they are not getting MY individuality." Star said, preparing to hide under a different table, and blast anything that tries to stop her.
"That's it!" Marco gasped, getting an idea. It was the only one he had, so he'd have to try it. He'd either make history here, or become a monotone shell trying. He stood up and snatched a teacup from the nearest princess.
"It's not criminal, to be an individual!" He yelled, throwing the teacup across the room and hitting a guard. "Come on! It's not criminal, to be an individual!" He yelled out, desperately trying to start a chant.
And it likely wouldn't have worked, if not for a brave pixtopian princess. "It's not criminal, to be an individual!" Her squeaky, high voice cried out, hurling the teacup that was bigger than her at the nearest guard.
Other princesses immediately joined in, sick of this treatment and no longer apprehensive of their punishment, and inspired by the pixtopian princess and the brown haired girl, they chanted the new chant and threw the teacups.
Marco and Star ran, with Star carrying Pony Head. "Haha, he got scolded!" The unicorn head chuckled monotonously at the guards' expense. "She's laughing at an authority figure! I think the real Pony Head is still in there!" Star gleefully exclaimed.
Star's joy was cut of by a mass amount of guards, forcing them to run faster. They fled behind a door and the duo quickly barricaded it. "Quick, find a place to hide!" Marco told Star.
Meanwhile, the other princesses were locked away, and had just fell for the makeshift Pony Head Marco had created.
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Marco and Star dashed into a corridor, Ms. Heinous close behind with a guard and a vicious 3 headed dog. Unfortunately for them, they'd reached a dead end, with nothing but a laundry chute as an escape route. They'd have to take the chute then, Marco decided.
He opened it and Star hurled herself inside quickly. Marco hopped in too, or at least tried. But he got stuck. "My poofy dress won't fit!" He exclaimed. Star looked up, only to see her friend, stuck, and getting further and further away from her as she made her descent. "MARCO!" She cried out in agony, as she watched him get dragged away by a pair of uniformed arms. She tumbled onto the floor, off of a pile of laundry she landed on.
"Marco! You gotta help me save him, I can't do this without him!" She desperately told Pony Head. Pony Head looked liked she was contemplating it for a moment, before she shook her head to snap herself out of it. "A princess who misbehaves will be saved.. In the solitary confinement chamber!" She said after a moment.
"Why can't you remember who you are?" Star asked, mostly to herself as the reality sunk in that talking to Pony Head was pointless right now.
"So this is how it ends. On a cold checkered floor, by a pile of soiled linens, wearing an eyepatch." Star said numbly, losing what little hope she had that she would escape.
"But it's not ending for Marco." She thought guiltily, knowing he likely had a worser fate. She looked to the side, only to see a poster. She read the words aloud. "Embrace a princess mentality, wash away your individuality?" She was outraged.
"Embrace THIS!" She screeched, grabbing a nearby stool and hitting it against the poster. It did nothing, so she tried again and again. But she couldn't take it anymore, and simply dropped the stool and cried.
Because of a stupid decision she'd made to make Marco wear a stupid puffy pink princess dress instead of changing his disguise, he was enduring the worst kind of torture as she cried. "This is all my fault…" Star thought guiltily, crying harder.
Meanwhile, Pony Head watched. Star wasn't perfect. Her crying wasn't subtle. It wasn't like in the movies, where a single teardrop would slide silently down her face. She cried noisily, sobs racking her body, tears streaming down her face. But people dealt with worse every day, she couldn't stop and comfort everyone who suffered. So, Pony Head shouldn't care, right? She seemed merely a peasant, though being royalty technically, whilst Pony Head was perfect.
I shouldn't care, thought her perfected, broken self. But there was a stir inside her, that caused her eyes to widen and herself to float closer to comfort the distraught princess. A stir, so familiar yet so seemingly distant, fighting inside her. What was it?
Whatever it was it was deep, resonating within her almost broken soul, crying out. Suddenly, she realizes. She silently says their name, as if it were a foreign word, although she'd known it all her life. The force strengthens.
A part of her tries to resist, she shouldn't. It's not elegant, or beautiful, or perfect. The word seems laced with venom, as if being perfect.. Isn't right? The force fights harder. Her broken self looks to the poster. The fighting spirit within, her perfectly imperfect looks to Star.
She pulls herself closer to the poster, but it's too late. She looks to Star, and hears a tear. A shiver runs down her spine. There's no fighting it, she's not the school's puppet anymore. She is an individual. This is what she wanted, what she needed. She just didn't realize it. With a laugh, a truly joy filled laugh, she ripped the poster again. And again. And again.
Star heard something. Laughter. Maniacal, insane, such joyful laughter. Such familiar laughter. She turned to see Pony Head, tearing up the poster, fighting against what once controlled her. In a moment, what was once a perfect shell of a princess turned into a vibrant, free spirited, wild friend of hers.
As the stupid bow in her hair fell out to release her flowing mane and the unfamiliar gleam in her cold gray eyes disappeared to show instead familiar blue, and stars she couldn't mistake for any other pair of eyes. Pony Head, her best friend, had returned to her.
"Pony Head?! Your back!" Star cried out in relief, wiping away her tears and hugging her friend. "You know it! Let's go destroy something else, I don't even care what it is!" Pony Head told her, eager to destroy her former prison.
Then they heard the scream. Star shuddered.
"Hold up, I recognize that girly scream anywhere! That's EARTH TURD!" Pony Head exclaimed. "Yep, Heinous got him.." Star told the pony head sadly. "Well what are we waiting for? Isn't he your best bestie?" Pony Head asked, excited to be part of a jail break.
"YEAH! COME ON!" Star said, grabbing Pony Head and running to wherever Marco was without another thought.
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In only another minute, Star was turning the headset Marco was forced to wear into a giant moth and dragging the boy away with Pony Head. They passed by a cell with a princess, still tapping an empty teacup against the bars and chanting,"It's not criminal, to be an individual!"
"Wow! You sure worked some turd magic on these girls, They are in it!" Pony Head said amazed. "You really started something." Star added.
"My work here is not done yet." He told them quietly. "My fellow wayward sisters, I'll show you the way! They want you to be a rubber stamp princess.. Well I say we stamp on them!"
A moment and a blast of magic later, a swarm of rebelling princesses were stampeding out of the door of Saint Olga's Reform School For Wayward Princesses. "There's the tower!" Marco told Star, so she knew what to destroy first.
As the princesses got into a brawl around them, Star cast a spell and destroyed an entire tower, where the crystal was located. "Looks like that did the job!" Marco told the princess, moving her and Pony Head out of the way.
"Let's get out of here-Woah." Star said, cutting herself off after seeing something. The group turned around and were in amazement. Magical rainbow beams fired from the crystal, music was playing, and people danced and fought any guards who sought to ruin their fun.
"Welp, time's wasting! If we hurry we can still catch DJ Jump Jump at the bounce lounge!" Star told Pony Head and Marco, obviously trying to just get away from Saint O's. "Girl, I ain't goin' nowhere! The bounce lounge ain't got nothing on this party!" Pony Head told her.
"But.. It's your birthday day!" Star told her, thinking that Pony Head would want to get away after all the trauma that took place here. But Pony Head knew this place would never be the same.
"And you gave me the best gift ever! And it's called "Getting me my groove back"! Look at me! It's back!" Pony Head smiled. The two friends hugged happily.
A guard tried to take Marco and they immediately knocked him unconscious. "So you want to stay here?" Star asked, mostly happy her friend didn't seem to have PTSD.
"Oooh, I gotta! I can't let what happened to me happen to anyone else! Right, Princess Turdina?" Pony Head asked, turning to Marco. "Get ON with your bad self my wayward sister!"
"Yeah! I'm going to go buy some of those weird masks on the guards' faces!" Pony Head told the group excitedly, and floated off. "Buy one for me!" Marco called after her.
"Okay Marco, I conquered my biggest fear and grew as a person, yada yada yada, now let's get out of here and never come back!" Star told the boy, likely not really meaning what she said and just was panicking, and dragged him through the portal she'd opened with her dimensional scissors.
Little did they know, meanwhile Miss Heinous had made a vow to herself to get vengeance on the two, and had also finally found the word annihilate.
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Marco looked around. It was pitch black, and there was nothing but darkness. Then he heard a noise, and followed it. He saw a light in the distance, and got closer until..
He opened his eyes. There, in front of him, in all her glory, was Star. But not just any, typical Star. Mewberty Star, flapping her wings, creating the buzz he was moving towards and hovering a few inches off the ground.
"Marco!" She smiled, as if she'd been expecting him. She landed, and her wings drooped and her expression shifted into that of a sad smile. "I was so worried about you today.." She told him. And then there was a quick hug, only lasting a second or two. She pulled away. Before Marco could respond, she flapped her wings and quickly flew over to a.. piano?
Then, with all six of her arms, his friend played the piano. It was a happy tune, cheery and bright. But it only lasted a minute or so before it ended. Then, she turned around and smiled. "Goodbye, see you later!"
Gentle light from the Blood Moon shined in his face.
Marco woke up from the strange dream.
Short Version: Sorry it took so long, I had fun, there's actually plot in this, yay. No review responses this time. And shout-out to The Non Commissioned Writer, Fueled By Nightmares, and Guest Sorta. Insert Rick Roll here, bye. Dead memes for the win.
Long Version: AND THAT'S THE END! OH MY GOSH! Like I said, I'm so, SO SORRY this took so long! I just procrastinated, and then I wrote another story at one in the morning, and then I polished it because it sucked, and then I added a chapter two and it was really fun, and next thing you know this story is neglected and the other one has 8 chapters. But, this chapter was super fun to write! I don't think I've had this much fun since chapter one!
It was exhausting though! And I finally actually added a major plot point! YES! YEEESSSS! Anyway, no review responses today, I'm sorry. I'll do it next chapter. Also, SHOUT OUT TO THE NON COMMISSIONED WRITER (Awesome Author) AND FUELED BY NIGHTMARES (First reviewer to my other story, also an author)! Oh, and Guest Sorta also I guess! Hah, you thought I'd forget? Well..
We're no strangers to love(ing getting mentioned)...(Ect)... Never gonna give (Mentioning) you up! … (Ect, proceed with Rick Roll)