CHAPTER 2: Quest Buy
So my grandfather passed away early yesterday morning and the only thing keeping me from completely losing it is throwing myself into this story. I stayed up until two am writing last night because I couldn't sleep.
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I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil.
He was ready to rid the world of the nuisance that was Mewni.
GENERAL POV
"Toffee, I don't see why you have to send me to Quest Buy instead of going yourself," Marco whined, following the monster down the stairs.
"For the last time, you understand the Quest Buy system much better than I ever could," Toffee snapped, spinning to face Marco.
The boy jumped a little and Toffee immediately calmed down, pressing two fingers against his eyes. "Sorry, my boy. I'm merely stressed, is all. Will you please go? I really need those crystals."
Marco sighed. "Okay. Money?"
Toffee dug into his pockets and pulled out his dimension's version of a credit card. "Here you are. Have them wrap the crystals as well. And no dawdling, do you hear me?"
Marco nodded. "Of course," he said, pulling his dimensional scissors from his back pocket. "I'll be back soon!"
He stepped through the portal quickly and Toffee scoffed. "Goody," he grumbled. He couldn't wait to get rid of that nuisance.
"I still can't believe you lost your charger," Jackie muttered, stepping through the portal into Quest Buy. "How did you even manage that?"
"I don't know!" Star cried in exasperation, shutting the portal behind her. "I swear it was on my counter, and then I turned around and it was gone!"
Jackie snorted. "Maybe if you could actually see your bathroom counter, you wouldn't have this problem."
Star scowled at her friend. "This is no time for jokes, Jackie. If this thing gets to the skull," she said, gesturing to the charging bar, "then the wand is dead. For good. Then, I'll never be able to help the Diaz's!"
Jackie rolled her eyes. "Okay, so where do we find the chargers?"
Star winced. "I'm….not exactly sure. I know they're here somewhere, but the store is a complete disorganized mess. People spend forever trying to decipher where everything in here is."
As if to prove her point, an ecstatic elf spun around from the nearest map. "Finally! Housewares is that way!" it screamed in delight, before promptly slamming head first into a wall.
Star gestured to the elf and gave Jackie a look, and the girl shrugged. "Wish I could help, Star, but I'm about as organized as you. Plus, these are really weird codes," she said, glaring at the map.
"They aren't that hard," said a voice from behind the girls.
They turned to find a boy about their age, maybe older, behind them. His shaggy brown hair hung in his eyes to the point where the girls could only see his mouth, and he wore a dark gray shirt and blue jeans. Star and Jackie stared at him for a moment. "Are you human?" Jackie finally stammered.
The boy tilted his head. "No, why? Anyway, where are you guys trying to get to?"
Jackie and Star looked at one another and then back over at the map. "Uhhhh, chargers and stuff," Star answered, glancing between the apparent monster and the map repeatedly.
The boy leaned around them and studied the map for a second. "You're gonna want to take the elevator there up a couple floors. Oh hey, my department is there as well! Come on, I'll show you the way."
Star shrugged and the girls followed him to the elevator, narrowly missing Ludo as they did so, though neither party realized it. The tiny group was silent as they ventured up the couple of floors, and when they got off the boy led them into the charger room with ease. "Just so you know," he called as headed into the 'Everything Crystals' section, "they use the metric system here!"
He vanished, and Star looked sideways at Jackie. "You know anything about the metric system?" she asked.
Jackie stared up at the wall in disbelief. "Uh….base of 10?"
"We're screwed," Star groaned.
Jackie pursed her lips a bit and tilted her head though. "That guy was kinda cute though, right?"
Star turned to look at her. "Jackie you didn't even see his face cause his hair was in front of it. For all you know, he's half donkey."
"You're friends with a floating unicorn head."
"That's besides the point!"
Marco found the crystals easily and plucked the ones that Toffee needed from the wall, depositing them into a basket he had slung over his arm. He walked back through the charging station to find the two girls from before still hard at work, and his eyes drifted to the long haired blonde-in particular, the wand dangling from her belt loop.
His eyes narrowed and he clenched his fingers tightly around the handle of his basket. "Mewman princess, huh?" he muttered to himself, a sneer forming on his lips.
Keeping in mind Toffee's warnings never to engage with a Mewman unless instructed to, Marco stormed out of the charger station and nearly ran into a hoard of monsters. He stared at them for a moment, a scowl on his face, and the majority of them backed down despite the fact that they couldn't see the anger in his eyes; they could nearly feel the hatred radiating from him.
"Move it," he snapped.
To his surprise, the tiny one with the skull on his head spoke up. "Oh shut it. We're looking for Star Butterfly. One of my henchmen said that he saw her, and I will not miss an opportunity to get that wand from her."
An evil grin played on Marco's lips. "Wand, huh?"
He jutted a thumb over his shoulder at the charger area. "In there."
The tiny evil man looked startled. "Oh! Why thank you! Would you care to fight with us?"
Marco scoffed out loud, nearly doubling over. "With you? No way. You guys don't stand a chance against that princess, no matter how prissy she is. I think I'll wait, thank you."
He walked away with his head high and the monsters staring after him in disbelief before running into the charger room. Marco smirked as he heard the sound of blasting and screaming coming from the room, and stepped up to check out with a smile on his face.
If that was the future ruler of Mewni, a dimwitted blonde, and the only ones trying to destroy her was that pathetic excuse for a group of monsters, he would have no problem defeating her kingdom and destroying her.
"BAH!"
Toffee slammed his fist into the table, nearly smashing the teller's ball to pieces. "He CAN'T have met her! Not yet! Not now!"
The teller sighed, running a taloned hand over her bloodshot eyes (though since they were always red, it was hard to tell). "She won't remember him. His face was covered and she was too concerned about the state of her wand to pay attention to his features. Her friend, though, might recognize him. She was paying attention."
"No," Toffee snarled, pacing the tent and making the teller want a couple of leeches for her head. "No, I won't have that. The friend of Star…does she have anything I can use to get rid of her?"
The teller scowled at him, tugging on her scarf. "I am at liberty not to harm the mortals," she warned him.
"Yes, yes, I know," Toffee snapped, waving his hand at the woman. "Not harm her, merely….get rid of her."
The demon pursed her lips and stared down at the crystal ball. "I see nothing," she hissed after a moment, wishing she had never agreed to help Toffee. "The girls are close….though not as close as they could be. Separate them for a while, and their friendship will weaken."
"Or," Toffee muttered, "I could merely erase this other girl's memory."
The demon stood abruptly. "You will not harm her," she warned again, her eyes flashing dangerously.
Toffee slid over to her slowly, menacingly, towering over her and pressing a claw to the corner of her eye. "Not harm," he whispered soothingly, his voice dangerously low. "No. Erase her memory of Princess Butterfly. Erase that they were ever friends. She will have no one then, and will desperately want a friend."
The demon lifted her chin abruptly, feeling the claw prick at her skin and a warm rivulet of blood trickle down her face. "What of Star? Will she not remember?"
Toffee smirked and leaned down, his breath hissing hot over her ear and making the teller shudder. "She will. And everyone will think her crazy. Marco, in turn, will fix that."
The teller turned her glowing red eyes on Toffee. "So be it," she muttered. "The spell for that kind of erasure will cost you."
Toffee smirked. "Not if I already have obtained the spell."
His claws flashed down her face, leaving three slim trails of bright crimson blood, and he pushed her back into her chair. "Stay in your place," he threatened her. "Or you will find that the palace dungeons are far more cold and terrifying than you ever could have imagined."
He swept out of the room and left the teller huddled on her chair. The woman scowled and drew her scarf further over her head, running trembling talons over the ball and murmuring soft chants in Ancient Mewman.
"You will fail, Toffee," she growled. "You will fail, and you will never get the chance to try for the win again."
Honestly I'm really enjoying writing the fortune teller. And don't worry, the chapters will get much longer. Trust me.