To Icefox425 : I'm sorry, you were confused about what? =o As for Dimentio's mask being his face, as much as the Paper World can be... on magical mushrooms, it's hard for me to believe that his mask can be his face, or that he has two skin colours. Double-Face from Batman is half burned, not... half coloured __ And his hat would be his hair? Sorry we lost CyberRose here lol

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Dear O'Chunks,

I stole your friend.

Yours truly, Sir Lettuce.

PS : Evil Laughter. »

― "Um, O'Chunks? I think it's a fake..." said Nastasia as she finished reading the letter that the warrior had on his bed, this morning. "And seriously, even if it lacks words, it just sounds like Dim―"
― "T'e lettuce stole my friend, I gotta go save 'im!"
― "... 'K, so which friend of yours has disappeared?"
The warrior scratched his head, as Mimi was trying to kill the jester a little away.
― "Er..."
― "The Count and his wife are taking their breakfast."
― "Er... Alroig't, maybe yer roig't! Dimentio!"
― "What?" asked the magician as he pushed the witch away.
― "Are ye t'e one w'o wrote tis?"
― "No." he replied, as he dodged a rubee.
― "Lies!"
― "Why would I write you a letter when I can write in your diary?"
― "OMIGOSH! You write in my diary too!?" cried Mimi in disbelief, and she slapped Dimentio.
― "What? I never said that!" She slapped him again.
― "Shut you ugly heartless monster! You're just a liar!"
― "Um, yeah, right..." did Nastasia as the youngest were fighting. O'Chunks throw the paper away, shrugging. "Ugh... I just hate this day..." she added, and he turned to look at her, confused.
― "W'y? Wat so special wit' teday?"
― "... It's Valentine's Day."

Oh boy! Long day ahead to see! Will Mimi get her first kiss from Sir Frederich? Will Dimentio finally admit his dying love for our heroine? Will the Count have a good dinner with his wife? Will O'Chunks find the courage to ask Nastasia out? Big hearts coming!

― "... Plus he's always calling you Cabbage, admit it, O'Chunks, Dimentio wrote this!"

Tadam.

Joke .

Valentine's Day... He couldn't believe he was doing this. He looked at the flower he was holding with his slender fingers, turning it to look at all of its sides. Well at least it was one single flower! If she knew this flower was from him, she would totally kill him... but if it was a bouquet, she will simply make fun of him.
Why was he doing this, already? He couldn't remember at first... Why, in the beginning, he did that. As the weeks were passing, it sounded more and more illogical, so stupid... and yet, for some reason, he couldn't stop. What is because she... loved him back? And then again... What did she like that much in this character? What was so charming about it? The mystery, he first guessed, but now, there was nothing mysterious ― or so he thought ― in him anymore... Why was she still obsessed, then? Or... or maybe that was the way she loved others? Who knows... It wasn't like love was a logical thing!
After all, it has been three months since it all begin... Three long months, keeping this play, and he was so perfect in his little act of his, since she saw nothing in it. Never realized anything... He felt bad about it. But for what reasons, really? Because she was blind? Or because he lost her to... himself?

He put the flower aside and laid on his bed, sighing. Yes... He began all of this, hoping to... at some moment, break up, make her cry and then, he could... have her, while she was heartbroken. But now... he had to do it. To break up. But he couldn't do it. Why? It was like he didn't want her to cry, but it was the main point of his plan! To make her... weak... fragile... low... where he could reach her. But now she was high, way to high. Whatever he would do, in the castle, she would ignore it and she would leave the castle, to meet him again in Flipside. Well, ignore... They were fighting every day. Not like before. Every time she saw him. And she always started it, now that he thought about it... He was tired of all of this. Tired to... always been yelled after and fight back. He knew, and because of that, he never wished to simply hold her... be... close to her, but just ignore each other, you know. Oh, yes, of course, he could vanish, but somehow, she knew when he was around.

She really hated him, now. What is because of the knight? It wasn't like the knight was strong, muscular. He just didn't have magic. That was the ― no, ok, he had to admit, before, he wasn't really nice with her, but now, even if he tried to, it was kind of too late...
What is because of that that he didn't want to break up? To admit the truth? Because his only chances with her now were within the Sir? Even so... He won't be able to hide it much more... She'll find the truth, sooner or later, and then, she will really want him death.
Yeah... He had to... to hide in some kind of way the knight.
It was funny that she never checked if the Mercury Order really did exist.
Oh, she was so easy to fool...

The Count sighed.
― "Are we spying on others again, Mr. The Count?" asked playfully Timpani, as she saw her husband near the jester's room.
― "Somehow, I have a bad feeling for today..."
― "What could possibly go wrong?"
The Count didn't answer at first. He walked away, followed by his wife, and as they went back downstairs, he sighed again. "I just know he will screw things more than they are now..." The silver haired woman looked at him, puzzled, but he didn't add more. "These despicable children... Must always do things so complicated..."

She laughed. Why was he thinking of them as children? He must care about them much more that he would admit...

― "Say, my prettiest..."
― "Yes, my knight?" replied Mimi, as she let him take her hand, while she blushed.
― "You once told me that you were six at your castle..."
― "Yes? Yes, it is true..." she answered, uncertain about what he wanted to ask her.
― "Yet you have to tell me about the last one. Your... magician, if I remember well?"
She took her hand back, and looked away. She frowned, and he looked confused.
― "Why do you want to talk about him?" she asked coldly, and he gulped.
― "Well, out of... curiosity, you know... You always talk about everyone as friends―"
― "He, of all of the people, will never be my friend!" she yelled, her face all red, and he gasped, shocked to see her so angry.
― "Oh my... I see... Did he did... something to you?" he asked, concerned.
― "Let's change subject, please?" she replied with a forced smile. "I don't want to talk about this moron..."
He stayed silent for a while, like if he was wondering about all of this matter, then he laughed gently.
― "It almost sounds like you're in love wi―"
― "I AM NOT!" she shouted even louder, getting attention of all people on them, as she left the restaurant. He laid back on his chair, crossing his arms, letting down his little play, now, as he thought of that conversation with a certain blue rose, a while ago.
― "She's in love with you and she doesn't want to admit it, that's all." she had said, explaining why Mimi was always mad when he was around. He had then asked her why she didn't want to admit it, and the secretary hesitated, to finally sighed "I'm not her, you know. I can't know. Nobody knows."
... He felt bad. He wished Nastasia was right, but... didn't seem like so to him.

― "Mimi?" She stopped and look back, surprised to hear Nastasia's voice. She was with O'Chunks, and apparently, he had asked her out for dinner. Ah, Valentine's Day... He could be such a sweet day for some, but such a sour for others...
― "Why are you here alone?"
― "I... kind of got a fight with Sir Frederich..." she admitted, and the two older looked both shocked and confused.
― "Wut? But I t'oug't 'e was t'e perfect boy and everyt'ing!"
― "He... Oh, I don't know what to do, Nassy!" she cried, as she went in her friend's arms to cry. "He couldn't knew, I just got mad and I ran away!"
― "Oh, Mimi! I'm sure he will understand!" said Nastasia, as she hugged her.
― "'ay said wut?" asked a confused O'Chunks, who thought he missed something.
― "Do I look like I know?" whispered the assistant to him, as much confused as he was.
Unfortunately, before they got the time to ask her, somebody came in the streets, shouting "Murder! Murder! Somebody got killed! He's dead!", creating some commotion around the place.

― "Wut? Murder? 'Ere?" asked the warrior, surprised. Flipside was mostly known to be boring, without any actions ― or so for him, who liked to fight. The most evil act that could be hear here was the theft of a pie by an orphan!
― "Let's go check this out..." said Nastasia, as she had a bad feeling about this.

They rushed to the place, Mimi still crying, and as they got through all the people who were checking the crime scene, out of curiosity, Nastasia gasped, as O'Chunks's face became all white.
― "Dimentio..." murmured the assistant, and Mimi finally looked before her, now interested by this murdering matter. Her face became pale, and her eyes went all big. She took some steps, leaving everybody else behind her, as she approached the corpse on the floor. Tears flowed on her pale cheeks, but she didn't make a single sound, too shocked. She didn't dare to look at the jester. That damn cursed monster... She fell on her knees, but still said nothing.
Dimentio finally realized that she was there, and he sighed, leaving some stress out of his body. "Mimi..."
― "Shut up, you monster!" she yelled, still looking at the dead man. "Why? Why did you have to kill him? Why couldn't you let me live my dreams? Why couldn't you let me love him?" she asked, getting her gaze off the dead knight, tears falling in abundance. "Why aren't you the one dead!?" she shouted at last, before running away. Nastasia tried to catch her, but O'Chunks took her hand, shaking his head as to tell her to not do so, and she sighed. People, who realized that in reality, there was nothing interesting to see in a dead body that wasn't moving, left the place, leaving the two minions with the jester, who was looking at his hands, covered with blood.

― "What have you done, you simple twit?" asked the Count, who appeared out of nowhere with Timpani as his sides, surprising the two.
― "Mimi..." simply replied Dimentio, not interested at all by the Count, apparently.
― "And who is that, anyway?" added Blumiere, as he looked at the corpse, not aware of the situation.
― "He... Um... was Sir Frederich." answered Nastasia, as the magician continued to mumble the little witch's name, too... shocked.
― "What do you mean?" asked the Count, to which Nastasia sighed.
― "Mimi's boyfriend." The Count looked shocked.
― "What do you mean?"
― "Oh, come on, Count! You know what I'm talking about!"
― "Come on yourself, he can't be!"
― "Blumiere, dear, calm down..."
― "What do YOU mean, he can't be the knight?" replied Nastasia, angry.
― "Because it's Dimentio!"
The three of them looked at him, shocked.
― "Um... Blumiere, honey... What do you mean?"
― "What do you mean what?" asked the Count, who thought that all of this was perfect evidence.
― "'e can't be t'e guy, 'is dead!"
― "What? That idiotic teenager is right here!"
― "No, we're talking about the knight, Count." sighed Nastasia of exasperation.
― "Well that's what I mean!"
― "Then who is this guy...?" asked Timpani, as she looked at the dead man on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, with a big hole on his chest.
― "Who?" did the Count, as he hadn't saw the dead one. "What? What have you done, you simple twit?" he asked, as he hit the magician, who didn't react.
― "Blumiere!"
― "Honey?"
She didn't replied at first, as she saw that Dimentio was... too shocked to react to others. She sighed.
― "Let's just... find Mimi, alright?"
― "What? That spoiled brat isn't here? Oh, I swear, Timpani, looked at this little kid, running away! It's past ten! She shouldn't wander away like that! She―"
― "Honey?"
― "Yes, my dear?"
― "Shut up."

And so he did.

Didn't expect it to be so soon, eh? Me neither =/ The next one won't be so soon since I have niet ideas.