Kind of a really long break, sorry guys.

"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for..." the teacher said with a voice more fitting for that of an overly hammy announcer. The class groaned in anticipation of yet another harbinger of stress of mind-numbing work.

"A pop quiz!" the teacher declared, as if they had just met a famous star. The "aw man"s, "oh glob"s, moans, groans and sighs filled the room. After being given overly long lectures and ridiculous amounts of homework and exercises for the past couple of weeks, the whole class wanted nothing more than to finally be free of all the tedious schoolwork stressing them so much.

"What are you guys all moaning about? Be cheerful! The sun is shining, the week is ending, I'm not giving you any more stuff to do, and by next next week, it's summer!"

"Yeah, and next week, it's final exams!" a random student interrupted. Yet another round of groans came.

"So? With all the stuff I've thrown at you for the past weeks, you shouldn't even need to review! Now, pass these test papers around. The questions are going to be a mix of all your subjects, so make sure you still remember all your lessons."

And with that the class began what was to be the beginning of a very, very long week of exams, reviewing, and back-breaking studying. As Rosalinen recieved her paper, she sighed about all the stress consuming her for the past few days. "Oh Glob," she muttered under her breath.

Grabbing her pencil, she began answering the questions being thrown at her.

1. A man with a dominant x gene for brown eyes married a woman with two recessive x genes for blue eyes. Explain in full detail the resulting genotype of the offspring.

I get this, Rosalinen thought. Though she usually hated the stress of schoolwork with a passion, she never really found the lessons too difficult. Academics were easy for her, but doing homeworks was the bane of her life. Taking at least 3 minutes, she began writing. All male offspring will have recessive genes for blue eyes, and all female offspring will have heterozygous genes for brown eyes ...she answered as she moved on.

2. An epidemic spreads among a population of 5400. Every day, about 50 people are infected. It has been 14 days. At what rate is the population being infected and how many individuals are currently infected?

Math. Huh, Rosalinen thought. Grabbing an empty paper to solve it, she began to think.

She looked up. Her seatmate, a tall sausage pillow, dressed in leather (unusually in a fabric world) and even having a tattoo (seemingly to project an image of "badassness"), had his eye on her. Rosalinen ignored his staring and continued to solve. 50 x 14 = 700. 700 / 5400 = 0.1296..., ergo 0.13/13%. 13% are currently infected. 50/5400 = 0.009.../0.9%. 0.9% of the population are infected everyday.

3. Define the difference between monarchy, despotism, and dictatorship.

This was easier to explain. A monarchy is...she continued. The test went on and on, with no seeming hope of ending. She could not help but think that the pillow right beside her kept looking at her. Whether it was to peek at her answers and cheat, or was attracted to her yet staring creepily, she couldn't tell.

The sound of writing continued to echo the room, and Rosalinen continued to answer the questions.

Finn came back early. Already 3 months had passed ever since Finn was transported to the Pillow World. Already he began to become known throughout the land. Once the rumor of him killing a dragon in one slash spread, he became incredibly famous in the towns by Pillowford (as the town Finn now lived was called, named after the founder). Every visit he made earned him a crowd very much eager to meet and/or see the famed "dragon-killer" from towns away, and everyone was at his feet asking if they could help in any way. But still none could help him return to his former world and home, and Finn continued to roam towns and towns searching for a solution.

More and more rumors about him began to spread. Word about a great warrior from another world reached faraway towns, who could kill any beast no matter how deadly, evil or powerful. The events that had happened this day only served to strengthen his reputation more.

Finn approached the town of Knitton. It was down the beginning of a valley that continued all the way to the horizon. What he saw was incredibly unusual: the whole town appeared to had been attacked and pillage. Buildings were horrendously damaged, some were on fire, and some were on the verge of collapsing. Descending down the valley and into the town, numerous fleeing villagers run past him, ignoring him in an attempt to save their own lives.

"What's going on, guys?" Finn sheepishly asked. A few batted their eye at him, but most ignored him, and continue to flee in terror. Muttering a huh, Finn unsheathed his sword and went into the town.

Several fleeing townspeople passed by, their eyes in shock seeing the human headed in the opposite direction of safety. "Are you nuts!? That's suicide, you idiot!" one couch said.

"Wha-? What's going on anyways? Maybe I'll help." Finn replied, facing the couch. The couch did a double take. "Yeah, right. Clearly, you're capa-" BOOM. A giant arm slammed the ground, causing the whole place to rumble. Finn turned around to see a giant, also made of pillows. It appeared to be at least 60 feet tall, towering over all and intimidating every person that stood in its way.

"Who are you?" the giant roared at Finn in a deep, loud, gravelly voice, echoing throughout the whole valley.

"I'm Finn. You?"

"I have no name" the giant roared again. Then it began to swing its arms, intending to pound Finn flat. As it swung down, Finn dived out of the way, before bouncing around from the rumbling on the soft pillow ground. What he didn't expect, however, was the back of the giant's hand, swinging towards him at full speed. The still-onlooking couch could not bear to watch what would soon happen next to Finn.

The impact of the swing sent Finn flying into a building at such a force that it collapsed on itself. The remaining onlooking townspeople winced. Could you even survive that? they all thought.

The giant simply stared at the wreck that now buried Finn. "That was easy,"

Then suddenly, an arm poked out of the wreckage, and out climbed Finn, only barely dazed. "That's it?" He said. He then began to charge at the giant, with his sword overhead.

"What? How the?" The giant said, shocked at how the unknown boy survived that attack with barely any damage. The onlookers could not believe what they were seeing. Undaunted, the giant then picked up a still standing lamppost and swung it sideways at Finn. Finn merely cut the lamppost in half right before it could hit him. The giant then decided to rip off a large chunk of a building right beside him, and threw it at Finn, hitting him directly. The onlookers winced even more watching each and every blow Finn was taking.

Yet Finn got up again, shaking off the knock and charging again towards the giant. The giant then decided to grab the massive blanket that covered the ground and shake it, sending waves that sent Finn flying into the air. Unfortunately, he was tossed right towards the giant's direction, still with his sword. As he fell by the giant, he swiped the giant's left arm so as to nearly cut it off, leaving a small piece of fabric still connecting the halves.

The giant screamed in pain in a deafening voice, so loud that even the fleeing townspeople already nearly atop the valley were surprised. The giant knelt over, in excruciating pain. Finn, still looking to finish the job, ripped the arm off with all his strength, causing the giant to scream in pain again. Dropping his sword, he then began to swing the detached arm with all his might, and swung it at the giant's head, causing it to collapse unconscious.

The onlookers were speechless.

The bell rang, and Rosalinen finally phewed with relief that the test was over. Meanwhile, Finn had decided to head straight for school to pick Rosalinen up, seeing as he had made it back from his excursions rather early, and that perhaps she wouldn't mind.

As Rosalinen made her way out of the classroom, the sausage pillow that had been staring at her awhile ago came up to her. Rosalinen could only frown.

"Hey there, pretty. Test hard?" the sausage pillow asked, with a snakish voice that Rosalinen felt uncomfortable with.

"No, not really. I bet you found it hard,"

"Pfffft. School is bullcrud. I'd rather enjoy it with my gang,"

"Gang, huh?" Rosalinen glared.

"Hah, you should see the shenanigans we pull off all the time. Once, we put a needle under the principal's chair, and he screamed like a girl. HAHAHA" the sausage pillow bragged, to which Rosalinen could only scowl at. They were headed outside the school.

"Then once, before Mr. Sheetsworth's math class, we graffitied the blackboard 'Sheetsworth is gay'," he chuckled. Rosalinen definitely did not like his personality.

Meanwhile, Finn had made it right outside the school, now waiting for Rosalinen. There he saw her along with the sausage pillow who was talking to her, apparently deeply engrossed in the conversation. At that moment, Finn felt a tinge of jealousy in him, for no reason he could think of. He quickly began making his way to the two. It was just then that two other pillows, one who was another, really thin sausage pillow and another who was, well, fat, joined into the conversation.

"Yo, Scloth, who's the girl?" the fat pillow asked. "Yeah, you score one?" the other sausage pillow asked. Rosalinen was becoming even more uncomfortable.

"Hey, my pals! This here's...uh..."

"Rosalinen"

"Rosalinen! Yeah, met her awhile ago, didn't we?" Scloth said, putting his arm around her waist, much to Rosalinen's chagrin.

"Hey, umm..." Finn interrupted, having just arrived. He looked menacingly at Scloth, with his arm around Rosalinen.

"Hey, Finn," Rosalinen replied back. Scloth and his gang stared at the unknown kid who had just butted in their conversation.

"You know this bozo? He doesn't even seem to be from here," Scloth asked antagonizingly.

"Of course he isn't. Didn't you even hear about the dragon he killed three months ago?"

"Dragon?" Scloth's friends said at the same time.

"What dragon? Me and my pals were outta town once three months ago. And that guy, killing a dragon? Yeah, right," Scloth sneered.

"What's going on?" Finn asked.

"She says you've killed a dragon, right?" Scloth asked.

"Um, yeah?" Finn replied back. "And what are you guys doing with her?"

"Ah, this pretty girl here seems to have noticed our fair friend Scloth here," the thin sausage pillow answered. Rosalinen scowled.

"Why is your hand on her waist?" Finn asked back, with an annoyed voice.

"Oh? Do you have a problem?" Scloth said teasingly, which was now just downright insulting Rosalinen. It was just then that Scloth let go and began walking towards Finn menacingly, with intents on his mind. Rosalinen then suddenly pushed him away.

"Hey, let's not be pushy here, heh" Scloth joked, earning a "hmph" from Rosalinen. "So, Finn, I'd like to see if you live up to the billing as 'dragon-killer'", he said, as he walked closer to Finn.

"What the heck are you going to do?" Finn asked suspiciously.

"What the heck am I gonna do? Hahaha!" Scloth laughed in a mocking way, turning to his friends as if saying "get a load of this!". It was then that he suddenly turned around and punched Finn in the cheek with all that he could. Rosalinen gasped.

Nothing happened. Unfazed, Scloth then unleashed a flurry of punches at Finn's face and chest, with no effect at all.

"Seriously, what the heck do you plan to do?" Finn taunted, infuriating Scloth. Scloth then kicked Finn in the balls.

Finn shrugged, right before grabbing Scloth's arm and swinging him around like a flail. He then smashed Scloth on the floor, then picked him up again and tossed him back at his friends.

They too, along with Rosalinen, were speechless.

Ah, the wonders of humans vs. pillows. If you've been in a pillow fight, you know just how harmless a pillow is. Being animate probably won't make it any more dangerous. Review please, and hopefully Finn wasn't too overpowered here.