A/N: The pages that Sora and his friends visit throughout this arc will be based on a locale from every Paper Mario Games (with the exception of Origami King, but that will be included in the story another way).

I know. I get it. We all have grievances with the later Paper Mario Games. I 100% agree with you. But, akin to Fire Emblem, each page will contain a new, original story that ties into the overall plot of the Paper World. I want to try and give the later games some form of redemption instead of denouncing them.

So, all I ask is that you go into these scenarios with an open mind, and not let the stigma of the later Paper Mario games ruin your enjoyment. I guess in a way that's my challenge: to make you guys actually feel something positive towards them. Even if it's just in my silly story. lol

Thank you for your continued support. Enjoy the rest of the Paper Mario arc. And, as always, feel free to reach out if you have any questions or concerns. :)

Chapter 54: A Toybox Romp

Mario fell fast towards the ground. Not even his weightless body seemed to persuade gravity's stubbornness. Fortunately, he was given mercy in the form of a trampoline. Mario flipped onto his feet, bounded off the trampoline, and landed on the pink and yellow striped ground. He gave a thumbs up for his perfect landing.

But he didn't have long to enjoy his triumphant; a foreboding shadow started growing below his feet. He looked up to see Sora and Fable falling right towards him like an out-of-control airplane. With little time to react, Mario became a part of the inevitable crash landing. It was a wonderful mess as Sora and Fable strewn out on the floor, moaning, in a daze.

Fable was the first to recover, and as she ascended into the air, something dawned her. She was stamped with the mark of shame. "You know, I have the ability to fly. Why didn't I do that? Stupid, stupid."

"Don't beat yourself up," Sora said, as he stood up, rubbing his neck. "Running away from that woman was the only thing on our mind at that moment."

"Good point. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Luckily something broke my fall." Sora winced upon realizing only he and Fable were present. "Oh, no. Please don't tell me it was…"

Sora's eyes moved to the floor, where a crumbled piece of paper lay motionless. Panic burst through his veins like a hysteric river. Was he okay? How do you help someone of Mario's structure? Questions wailed like a siren, and they didn't pause for even a second.

But Fable appeared nonchalant. "Good intuition."

"This isn't the time for joking!" Sora said, leaning over to Mario, distressed. "He could be seriously hurt."

"Relax. This is normal for paper people. He'll be fine in a sec."

Sure enough, Mario unfolded himself, and stood up, straightening out the folds that were riddled on his body.

Sora sighed in relief with a chuckle. "Man, glad you're okay. My heart skipped a beat there."

Mario responded with a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Nothin' broken?" Sora asked, looking Mario over. "Do paper people even have bones?"

"A valid, but unimportant question right now," Fable said. She was irked. "The real question is: what is that De Void's problem? Who does she think she is? Planning to wipe out all of the imagination and creativity this world brings!"

"We may not have a motive, but I'm certain she's the one controlling those creatures," Sora said.

"Are you sure?" Fable asked. Sora was still a stranger, despite his willingness to help. Sometimes you still had to keep a weary chain attached to your belt. "How can you be certain?"

While Fable and Mario knew he was from the outside world, Sora could hear Luigi's voice starting buzz in his ear like an irritating fruit fly, delivering the usual litany about the world order. Perhaps he should try abiding to the rules somewhat. Especially because he didn't want to bring about more trouble. This world had enough problems to sort through already.

Sora let out a small, innocent shrug. "Call it a hunch."

"You organic folk sure are an interesting bunch," Fable said

Sora frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind," Fable said. "But there's one thing she said that made me inquisitive. Mario, she mentioned recognizing you. Have you encountered her before?"

Mario unraveled a picture book of faces in his head, searching for any match. He raised his hand.

"No?" Fable asked, as a curious seed started to grow in her pages. "Peculiar."

"Either way," Sora said, "it looks like she didn't want us snooping around in here. Where are we, anyways?"

Everyone took a moment to become familiar with their new surroundings. In an instant, Sora's childhood nostalgia salivated at the pleasant imagery. They were in a world full of toys! Giant building blocks, toy chests, rocking horses, and Jack-and-the boxes were scattered throughout the area. The walls were made of paper cutout buildings; imprinted on them were closed window covered with diamonds. Spinning flowers were also seen, moving around in a clockwise motion. The group noticed a small train station nearby, where a mushroom shaped trolly waited next to it

Sora's eyes devoured every colorful imagine. It was like being in a theme park. What do you see first? "Wow! Toys, everywhere! This is amazing!

"I can see you're quite enticed by everything," Fable said, wryly.

Sora blushed for letting that zealous child spring out like one of the Jack-in-the-boxes. He cleared his throat, trying to appear proper. "Yeah, right."

"You sure?" Fable asked, exchanging a playful look with Mario. "I see you staring at that pink horse."

"C'mon," Sora said, waving a dismissive hand. "I'm too old for that stuff." (Although he secretly hoped they'd get to ride the train. Looks like fun, he thought!)

"If you say so," Fable said, rolling her eyes at Sora's poor attempts to hide his excitement. "Anyway, this place is called Shy Guy's Toy Box. Mario has been here before on one of his adventures. Right?"

Mario nodded.

"And, if I'm to surmise," Fable said, looking around the toybox, "this must be one of the five pages infected. We should go look for the source. Destroying it might be key to restoring the book."

"But this place is huge!" Sora said. "Where do we even start?"

Fable glanced around the area, hoping to find something that would ignite the lackadaisical engine of their quest. So far, her eyes were assaulted by loud, obnoxious, cute colors. One would be pummeled with a pounding headache from over stimulation. She noticed two short figures standing by the train station. They had stubby arms like Kirby, and lacked legs. Both were donned in robes: one red, one green.

Their faces were covered by a round white mask with three holes (representing eyes and a mouth). These creatures were the denizens of the toy box: Shy Guys – enigmatic beings that chose to keep their faces behind an introverted, cowardly shield. It's what made them feel better about themselves.

The Shy Guys were engaged in a conversation. While the green one appeared to be sane, the red Shy Guy spoke with a strange voice; he emphasized certain words for no apparent reason (think of the amazing, perplexing speech patterns of Christopher Walken; you shall be enlightened, dear readers).

"So, I say to this guy: you keep talking to me that way," the red Shy Guy said, "I'm going to flip you over and watch the blood rush to your head."

If the green Shy Guy could hide in his mask like a turtle shell, he'd do it in an instant. He could feel himself starting to walk backwards, as if being pulled from the awkward conversation with a cane. "Where the heck did General Guy find you? Koopa's List?"

"Maybe they'll know!" Fable said, inferring with irrational zeal. She flew right towards them, ignoring Mario's sudden, frantic gestures, warning her to stop before feeding the flames of disaster. "Hey, Shy Guys!"

The two spun around, startled by an obtrusive sentient book with two other strangers.

"What the—?" the green Shy Guy asked, as his words slid across a sheet of shocked ice. "Where did they come from?"

"Have you seen anything weird around here?" Fable asked, putting on a polite facade.

"As a matter of fact, we have," the red Shy Guy said. "It would be your faces. And it makes me break out with an unsightly rash."

Dropping – no – smashing the façade onto the ground like a glass plate, it shattered into furious pieces. She flew right into the red Shy Guy's face. "Rude! Is that how you treat your guests!? Oh, I get it! You're insecure about your own looks, so let's hide behind a mask and ridicule others! Why of all the infantile—"

Sora and Mario both restrained her; every vitriol sentence was muffled behind the palm of their hands.

"Sorry about that," Sora said, struggling to keep her under control. "Someone folded her page to use as bookmark. Books are sensitive about that sort of thing."

"You don't know me!" Fable said, managing to liberate that sentence from their combined grasp.

"I don't care if my quote unquote collage hurt her feelings," the green Shy Guy said. "There's a reason this place is called: SHY GUY'S Toy Box. Do you wear a mask because of self-esteem issues? No? Then you need to leave!"

As Fables hysterics were subdued by Sora's grip, he saw a lone Toad standing on top of the platform at the train station. "But he's not a Shy Guy."

"Oh, him?" the green Shy Guy said, appearing to barely acknowledge the Toad's presence. "He's an unpaid intern."

Sora turned back to the Toad, who responded with a wave. Guess college students will do anything for a few meager credits, Sora thought. Good thing he was still a high schooler. Well, not now, anyway. If his world ever returned, would he have to take Freshman year all over again? He shuddered at the daunting prospect.

The green Shy Guy faced Mario. Inside the holes of his mask was a glint of suspicion. "I've seen your face before. Bushy moustache, overalls, and beady little eyes." His shoulders tensed in horror. "Oh Star Heaven's no. It's Mario!"

"Don't you mean 'It's-a-him, Mario?" the red Shy Guy asked, nettled. "Inaccuracies like that make me want to throw a soldering iron at someone."

An uncomfortable spotlight was placed on the red Shy Guy. Everyone didn't know what to make of this peculiar creature that left rational thought to stare at wall, ruminating over its own existence.

"Oooookay," the green Shy Guy said, uneasy. "Let's pretend we've not part of the same species for a moment. We have to warn the boss! Mario is public enemy number one here!"

Sora turned towards Mario. "I'm guessing you had a bad run in with these guys."

Mario nodded. The two Shy Guys sprinted towards the exit, in hopes of reaching their boss uninterrupted. But, unfortunately, dreams were never guaranteed to come true. Three Heartless blocked their path.

"Wh-What are these things?" the green Shy Guy asked with sudden fright.

"Don't know, but I feel like they're silently judging me. And so, I will do the same out of protest."

Exasperated, the green Shy Guy grabbed his comrade. "Shut up with your non-sequiturs, and run!"

The two leaped over the Heartless, and left the area before danger piled up like a car crash. Sensing the Keyblade's presence, the Heartless turned their attention to Sora and Mario. Fable hid behind one of the building blocks.

"Well, they seemed like nice, well rounded individuals," Sora said, sarcastic.

The curtains closed and opened. Another battle had been triggered. The three Heartless were forced to wait their turn. It was torturous; their hunger suffered on an insatiable wave, growing more rapid with each passing second. But Sora and Mario wouldn't let those desires be fulfilled.

Sora kneeled over with a smirk. "Check this out!" He jumped into the air, shouting, "Deep freeze!" He unleashed a downpour of glistening ice from his Keyblade. Upon contact with the Heartless, they were detained in a solidified prison.

After landing, Sora noticed Mario giving him a round of applause. The boy rubbed his head, blushing. Although he was a different Mario, it still felt like an honor to be praised by the Mushroom Kingdom's greatest hero. It was nice to soak in the positivity like a sponge. Reminded him of how everyone appreciated his assistance in each world. He was making a difference in their lives.

Sora needed something uplifting right now. It kept his mind off Riku and Kairi's current whereabouts. Being reminded would plunge him back into that miserable, perturbed morass.

Mario took his turn next. He held up an oval shaped flower with beady eyes (it was the one Luigi used back in the Mushroom Kingdom, to wake up Yoshi). His body was engulfed in a cyclone of fire, and he reemerged with red overalls, a white hat, and white a shirt. Mario tossed fireballs at the frozen Heartless, melting them into insignificant puddles, unable to harm another soul again.

With the battle won the two shared a victorious high-five. Sora was starting to understand why Luigi looked up Mario. He displayed unwavering courage like a mountain against a typhoon of oppression; had incredible, unpredictable abilities that left opponents unable to retaliate; and displayed compassion for anyone with the most minute of issues.

Once the room returned to its normal setup, Fable flew out from behind the blocks in joy. She flew over their heads in celebration, swaying back and forth, as if dancing.

"Oh, yeah!" she said, exuberant. "Take that you ugly creatures! Teamwork has won the day! Woo…"

She noticed that the others were not receptive of her zealous aura. In fact, the mood had been dimed in a shade of reproof. Fable saw them scowling at her, and she felt herself withdraw into a cocoon of guilt.

"…hoo," she said, dispirited. She gazed at the floor, refusing to meet with their eyes. "Yeah, I know. Because of me, we're probably going to have the whole Shy Guy army after us. I just…wanted to help."

Sora could see sincerity and remorse trussed to her eyes like rope; his expression softened. "Listen. It's not the end of the world. I've been worse situations." He rubbed his head. "And, I'll be honest, some of them started because I rushed into things."

"Really?" Fable asked, as her guilt started eroding away from a tide of reassurance.

"Yeah," Sora said, blushing, hating to be reminded of his past blunders. But it was the best way to give her encouragement. "The three of us are from different worlds. But we have to work together and be mindful of each other. If not, we'll probably disappear along with this book."

Fable turned to Mario for forgiveness. He replied with an understanding smile. Being in the outside world was difficult. There were certain ways a person needed to act around others. But she was grateful to have friends that would guide her through the vast pages of the book.

"You're right," Fable said, taking Sora's advice to heart. She felt a bit animated now. "Okay. I'll help you guys out in way I can. Even if it means shutting myself up from time to time."

"So no worries," Sora said, with his usual, upbeat grin. "We'll think of some way to deal with these Shy Guys."

"For now, let's keep moving," Fable said, eager to continue their journey.

"Mario, you probably know this place better than anyone," Sora said. "Where do you think we should start looking?"

Mario faced the train station.

"Good idea," Fable said. "Maybe the intern will know."

"And if we're lucky," Sora said, clenching his fists in excitement, "we'll get to ride the train."

He noticed Fable and Mario giving him peculiar looks. With an innocent whistle, Sora strolled over to the station. The two exchanged confused glances with each other.

"The pubescent mind is a complex construct with many uncharted avenues," Fable said, meditative "And hormones. Lots and lots of hormones."

"Hey!" Sora said, insulted.

"Erm, you didn't hear that," Fable said, flinching. "Just one of those uncharted avenues reaching out to you."

Mario shook his head; somehow, keeping these two in order was going to be more of an undertaking than babysitting Yoshi. But he liked a good challenge. The three approached the intern.

"Hiya, folks!" the intern said with a big smile, delighted to finally rid himself of boredom. "How can I help you? Forgive the Shy Guys. They'd rather spend their days self-loathing behind a mask instead of doing something productive."

"Well, seems like we have something in common," Fable said. "Guess this could be the start of a beautiful acknowledgement of each other's space."

The intern raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Sure." He faced Mario. "I know who you are. I overheard the conversation. Normally I wouldn't try assisting the Shy Guy's worse enemy." He frowned. "But you know what? This internship is the worst! I don't care if my evaluation is unfavorable! These Shy Guy's walk all over me. They leave their stolen merch all over the station! How unsanitary!"

He noticed everyone giving him blank stares for his untoward behavior. The intern cleared his throat, quelling the boiling frustration. "Sorry. Was venting. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

"Well, we're looking for any strange phenomenon that has affected this place," Fable said. "Notice anything out of the ordinary?"

The intern explored different venues of his memory. Unsettling smoke started to creep out from one of the halls, and he followed the trail.

"Now that you mention it: there was a round, black looking core in General Guy's chamber," the intern said.

"Then I guess that's where we're heading," Sora said. "But who's General Guy?"

"The Shy Guy's leader," Fable said. "Now I know we're in fight. But it shouldn't be too bad. Mario has clobbered him once before."

Mario nodded with a smirk. Not even debris of doubt was stuck to his moustache. Sora was inspired by his confidence. "Not a problem. This General Guy's going to see why a whole army can't stop us."

"Then I'll take you to the Red Station," the intern said, gesturing towards the train. "That's where his chamber is."

The soles of Sora's feet started moving back and forth in enthusiasm. "Alright! This is going to be fun!"

Fable rolled her eyes in a lighthearted manner. Seems one of those avenues he revisited on a regular basis was childlike wonderment. There was something pleasant and innocent about Sora's attitude. It was a pylon that kept their fortitude stable. Right now, they needed all the positivity…

…because they knew the path ahead would rise into challenging, steep, jagged mountain.

The train ride across various locations would've been fun for the group; their eyes feasted on a wonderful view of various toys, games, and ornate, child-like architecture. But their enjoyment was grinded into seeds of aggravation, as they had to ensure the constant, strident creaking sounds of the train's engine. See, it wasn't powered by fuel or electricity: on each end was a small cylinder with a mushroom cap, and they moved back and forth, providing life for the wheels.

And giving everyone else front road seats to a pulsating drum solo. Even the intern had to shout over the domineering noise. "Next stop: Red Station! Now arriving at Red! Reeeeed Sttttation!"

Once the group arrived, said good-bye, and left, Sora and Mario took a moment to massage their foreheads, quelling the frequent drilling in their skulls.

"That train ride wasn't as whimsical as I thought it'd be," Sora said, moaning; he appeared disappointed. "My ears can't stop announcing the time. It's infinity o'clock."

"You two are lucky to HAVE hands," Fable said, squeezing her eyes together in pain. "I had to listen to that nervous disorder on full blast."

Sora noticed Mario was staring off into the distance, trying to recreate the layout of the toybox in his mind. Every line connected with a perfect stroke. He pointed towards a far-off hallway that was coated in dark blue walls – an uninviting contrast to the innocuous, vivacious walls around them.

"Is that the way?" Sora asked.

Mario nodded.

"What are we waiting for!?" Fable asked, overenthusiastic. "Let's go demote that general!"

Sora grinned. "I like your sense of humor."

Fable flew off towards the blue hallway, but was intercepted by Heartless. Frightened, she retreated to save haven of Mario's back.

"Of course, we don't have to rush," Fable said, as she meekly peaked out from behind Mario's shoulder. "Let's give the guy a few minutes to enjoy his pristine honor."

Sora and Mario both shook their heads. At this point, Fable might need a leash, appearing like a balloon-shaped book. They took care of the Heartless with their impeccable teamwork, and continued forward, albeit with caution; menace ran rampant throughout this candy-coated wonderland.

The three soon passed through the threshold into the dark blue hallway. Sora used his fire magic to make the shadows recoil from the blazing light. But they remained on edge; the mood had been doused with intimidating condensation. Only Sora and Mario's footsteps carried on a pleasant conversation.

To their relief, they didn't encounter anymore Heartless. They soon found themselves in a large, dome shaped area. The cold, familiar breeze of darkness was expectorated onto their bodies. Fable reeled back upon see a disturbing sight: a massive purple core was in the center of the room, trapped between two black tendrils that attached to the ceiling and ground.

A fog of darkness was expelled from the core like smoke, congesting the air with harmful particles.

"Those monsters!" Fable said, appalled. "Look at what they're doing! If this keeps up, the pages will be shrouded in pure darkness. We have to get rid of it! But how? Anyone have a giant lamp? I'll even settle on a glowworm."

Sora summoned his Keyblade. "I might have the solution. This weapon kinda has a reputation for vanquishing the darkness."

Mario and Fable looked at each other, puzzled by the mystical properties of this strange weapon. But they were willing to try anything. Sora's words and actions so far had been forged from a dependable iron; not a single piece languished with deceit. They trusted him without tentative reflection. Mario hopped up and down in encouragement.

"Then go for it!" Fable said.

"Not so fast, maggots!" a voice said.

A group of Shy Guys appeared from behind the core, blocking the trio's path. Standing tall and firm in front of them was General Guy; he wore a traditional general's outfit, which included a gray cap, gray ropes, golden shoulder patches, and a gold medal near the lapel.

He placed both fingerless hands behind his back. "No one is allowed in my chambers at any time! Disrespectful little punks like you have no manners. I should make you all run laps around here while running from Chain Chomps. Your pleas for help would be satisfactory."

"First of all, jokes on you! I can't run on account of lacking limbs!" Fable said, sneering. "And second, we have to stop that ball of energy. Don't you realize it's damaging this whole book?"

General Guy adjusted his hat with indifference. "I am aware. The creator of this energy, Miss De Void, has briefed on the situation. She has generously offered to spare us Shy Guys; we will be a part of her new world."

"Yeah," one Shy Guy said. He opened a manhole cover to his aspirations. "And we get a better Toy Box, too. I feel like we're stuck in the 1950's."

General Guy jerked his head towards his subordinate; behind the eye sockets of his mask were enraged daggers, prepared to be tossed at the hapless Shy Guy. "Who gave you permission to speak out of line, soldier? You will appreciate the outmoded structure of our headquarters! Give me thirty squat thrusts!"

The Shy Guy coward before his superior. "But I don't have any knees!"

"Well, improvise!"

The Shy Guy began his routine, struggling to reach a squat position. It was a lot harder than it looked. The other Shy Guys tossed any forthcoming opinions into a terrified bag, zipping it shut.

"This guy doesn't play around," Sora said.

Fable was vexed. "Ooooohhh, who does that De Void think she is? Trying to take away life from this book and its denizens! What's her deal!?

"So," General Guy said, clearing his throat, "we've been tasked with guarding this power source from meddlers like you. And, on top of that, I just don't plain like you." He faced Mario. "Especially that bushy faced ingrate. Something about him makes my blood boil."

Mario stood next to Sora, and drew his weapon, undaunted by the size of the Shy Guy army. He would not let De Void's plans come to fruition. For years, he strived to protect this world from threats, and would not let these creatures with the minds of a delinquent stifle his ambitions.

General Guy felt like his stomach had sweltered with sudden horror. "Wait, you're Mario, aren't you?"

The other Shy Guys were immobilized by a clamp of dread; memories of their last encounter with Mario escaped from its subconscious cage, making them relive the pain and humiliation all over again.

"M-M-Mario!?" another Shy Guy asked. "He's going to clobber us! Retreat!"

The Shy Guys bolted for the exit behind them, content with being anywhere where they wouldn't be haunted by a brown moustache. On the way, they trampled over the Shy Guy attempting squat thrusts; he was left on the ground, in a daze, moaning from pain that crawled all around him.

"Get back here, you cowards!" General Guy said, exasperated. "A soldier holds his ground till the very end!" But his words became scrambled within a mess of panic from the other Shy Guys. He sighed. "The first one to eliminate the enemy gets candy."

The Shy Guys stopped in their tracks, faced each other, and entered a discussion for a moment. It was tempting, they thought. Did the notion of letting sweets perform a succulent ballet on their tastebuds outweigh potential black and blues from Mario?

Apparently, yes, as they hurried back to the battlefield, running over the Shy Guy again. Sora and his friends just stared in confused silence at the incompetent sight.

"Gee, Mario," Fable said. "I can see why you had no problem beating these guys last time

Sora placed both hands behind his head, a bit sad. "This is going to be pretty anticlimactic, then."

"Keep your lips shut, boy," General Guy said with the vicious snap of a crocodile. "Mario might have had victory in the palm of his hands last time, but I assure you: my men have been preparing for our inevitable second round. Taste defeat! Charge!"

A group of Shy Guys charged for the two, and the battle began. Mario took his turn by summoning a green turtle shell; he rolled it like a bowling ball into a few Shy Guys, scattering them all over battlefield, bruised and beaten. Sora was next. After leaping high into the air, Sora slammed the Keyblade into the ground, releasing a yellow shockwave that had enough force to send the remaining Shy Guys flying across the room like worthless scraps.

General Guy was hit hard with disbelief. His troops were defeated with ease. But stubbornness refused to submit before acceptance.

Sora couldn't help but appear smug from his prescience. "Sometimes it stinks to be right."

"Worthless cowards," General Guy said, trying to keep his composure from slipping on irrational, livid thin ice. "Good men are so hard to come by. But fret not, boys. You want a fight? I'll give you one! Stilt Guys, attack!"

Shy Guys walked into the area on stilts. General Guy rubbed his hands in glee; to him, victory was peeking out from the horizon. But Sora and his groups responded to this new "threat" with blinking eyes.

"Soooooo, what's the advantage to having them on stilts?" Sora asked.

General Guy puffed his chest in pride. "Why, to show their superiority of course. Tremble before them." He waved a dramatic hand. "Tremble!"

Sora and Mario narrowed their eyes at each other. Were they caught in the middle of a practical joke? And the punchline was to waste valuable time. In the case, General Guy succeeded! Sora took his turn first, and tossed the Keyblade at the stilts, breaking them in half; the Shy Guys fell onto their backsides, vulnerable to Mario's next attack.

He swung his hammer back, and then struck at the first Shy Guy, knocking him into the others. They rolled away from the scene as a massive red and white ball. General Guy removed his hat, squeezing the edge, struggling to restrain the bubbling fury from popping.

"You men had one job!" General Guy said. "One job!"

Sora was growing bored. "Give up already. We've got actual IMPORTANT stuff to do!"

"Impolite little brat!" General Guy said, offended. "How dare you make light of my flawless tactics!"

"Um, yeah. I may have some constructive critiques," Fable said.

"Shut up!" General Guy said. "A good general always has a backup plan! Behold! My secret weapon!"

Curtains from out-of-nowhere closed in front of him. Two Shy Guys appeared in front of them with drums, and beat on them with fast, consistent rhythm. The group prepared themselves. Perhaps, waiting behind the curtains, was a legitimate threat that would elicit exertion from Sora and Mario's lackadaisical efforts. At the least, it'd make this battle interesting.

And so, the curtains opened for the grand unveiling. General Guy was riding in a biplane, held together by two strings. One of the Shy Guys pulled out a recorder and began playing an adequate rendition of Flight of the Valkyries.

"To war!" General Guy said, melodramatic.

Something snapped inside of Sora, causing a chain reaction of hilarity to tickle at his bones. He exploded into a hysterical fit of laughter, and fell onto the floor. "No, stop! I can't do this anymore!"

"It's not that funny," Fable said, giving him a judgmental look. But then she collided with an iceberg of alarming realization. "Of course! It's ingenious! General Guy, you magnificent Shy Guy. Coming out in something so silly would make us laugh uncontrollably; it would make us unable to fight. Well played!"

General Guy was just confused by Fable's theory, but played along. "Uhhhh, yes! Brilliant deduction! And now, with your little pal having a laughing fit, I'll finally put you out of your misery, Mario. Prepare for the ultimate battle! Man vs Man! There's no way you can—"

Mario jumped high above the plane, landed on the front with his backside, and sent it crashing into the ground. Pieces of its flimsy body were strewn across the room; some even piled onto the Shy Guys, as if to make a mockery of their defeat. General Guy pushed his way out from the damage, and looked around to see wounded Shy Guys. Their moans and cries echoed throughout the room.

He was alone against the three. Anxiety cut through his stubbornness like a steak knife. Mario pointed his hammer right at the defenseless general.

"Well, maybe the kid was right," General Guy said, starting to back away with the speed of a turtle. "This was pretty anticlimactic. Retreat!"

All the Shy Guys ran for their lives, just managing to squeeze through the nearest exit; they never wanted to lay eyes on that red cap again. Their dignity was left to rot away with the plane, but at least they left alive (taking some bruises along as a souvenir). Mario was content; the battle was over. And hopefully, he'd be one step closer to reuniting with his loved ones.

Sora recovered from the assault of laughter, and stood up, wiping away the tears.

"You good?" Fable asked.

Sora exhaled. "Yep. Hoo boy, did I need a good laugh?"

"Then what are we waiting for?" She eyed the core, eager to move forward. "Let's get rid of this ugly mole."

Wasting no time, Sora summoned the Keyblade, and slashed at the core, splitting it in half. For a few moments, nothing happened. The core stayed afloat, now bearing a painful scar. It was infected with a seething light, cracked open like an egg, and unleashed a blinding flash from its insides that covered everyone's vision. Sora lost all sensation in his body. He couldn't even hear his own breath.

The world faded to pitch black. Nothingness reigned over existence. But a speech bubble nudged its way through the thick, dark curtains. Words appeared, but they didn't belong to the group. Instead, an exchanged was happening between a father and his daughter.

"Father, please tell all about your visit to the Mushroom Kingdom. There's no way I can sleep without hearing about it!"

"Oh, my child. Such an inquisitive mind you have. But a young child also needs to rest her mind, so that it may grow wiser in slumber."

"Aw, come on! I'll go to sleep right after you tell me! I promise! Pretty please, best father in the whole world?"

"Well, when you put it so elegantly, I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt."

"Yay! Tell me every single little detail!"

"Don't put too much faith in your old man. Age can make the memory somewhat foggy. But for you my little princess, I'll do my best. Now, stop jumping up and down on your bed! Being chastised by your mother is hazardous for my health."

Laughter muffled against the darkness.

The Father began to unveil the words for his daughter to convert into beautiful images, which would drift above her head. "The Mushroom Kingdom is a thing of beauty. Spread across its body are places seen out of fairytales. Places such as deserts, lush fields, forests, mountains, and islands give this world life. A beautiful castle in the center serves as its beating heart - a place ruled by a benevolent king. One time I met his daughter: sweet, kind, and patience. I know you'd two would get along."

"I would love to be friends with a princess! All of my friends would be jealous!"

"The people of this world our mushroom-like creatures known as Toads. Interestingly, they have similar appearances. But, deep down, you can see the distinct personalities that make them unique. However, there is one thing they have in common."

"What's that?"

"Their love and respect for each other. It's what drives them to keep their world at peace."

"Just like us?"

"Without a doubt, my child. Our bond is what makes us feel strong. Just like the Toads."

"They sound really nice. Think I can meet them?"

"One day, my child. Peace is never definite."

"What do you mean? Are there bad people?"

"You have much to learn about the world. There are never bad people; just those that think differently, and at times, believe hurting others is the only solution."

"Oh. That won't happen to our world, will it!?"

"As long as, despite our different points of view, we learn to love and respect each other. I know you have a good heart, my child. Always show that respect to others."

"I promise! Now, when can I see this world?"

"Not until you're older. I'm not taking a little munchkin with me."

"Aw, but I'm two months older!"

"And you are still my little munchkin right now. You need to grow as a person - both in body and mind. For now, you need to sleep. It will help you grow faster."

"It will! Then tuck me in, tuck me in!"

"Alright! Slow down! Good-night, my little one."

"Good night, father."

The conversation ended, returning to the depths of darkness, where it resumed existence as nothing more than a sentimental memory. And soon, an overwhelming light gave birth to the present. Sora and his friends found themselves back in the observatory, herald by the stone-cold disposition of nothingness.

Everyone was prodded from every which angle with questions over what just transpired.

"How'd we get back here?" Sora asked, as he surveyed the area in confusion.

"No clue," Fable said. Many questions prodded her mind, too, but one in particular was sharp like the edge of a spear, taking precedence over everything else. "But is the page okay?"

She hovered over to the only inviting area of the leaden observatory: the mirrors. The one that lead to Shy Guy's toybox appeared intact. Peering into the glass, she saw the introverted creatures resuming their usual meandering through a child's halcyon paradise. Fable sighed in relief, as a stressful leaf fell off the branches of her lopsided emotions.

"Good," Fable said. "Hopefully destroying the core did the trick. If not, well, I should see if the local library takes in books with crying ink stains."

"C'mon," Sora said, as he and Mario approached her. "Don't sound like that. I hear enough negativity from Luigi. We just have to keep moving."

Mario felt unpleasant trickles of déjà vu slide down his shoulders; they slumped from the weight of reminiscing. Once again, he jumped up and down to communicate with the two.

Fable couldn't help but titter. "Mario says he sympathizes with you."

"Guess your Luigi's not that different," Sora said, as he placed both hands behind his head, grinning.

Mario nodded with a smile. Out of the corner of her eye, Fable noticed another mirror had been wiped clean of its dark tint. Her eyes flickered with the brightness of the sun. Destroying each core must release another page from its murky prison. They might be heading in the right direction towards liberating the Heartless' noxious touch from this world.

It wouldn't be easy – not when the journey would be congested with potential hazards, requiring the group to dig their way through them, like a mole pilgrimaging towards the earth's crust. But with enough exertion and willpower, cracks of golden light would break through, guiding them towards the goal with an encouraging finger.

Fable couldn't falter before the daunting task. It was her job to keep this world safe. The exact words were etched into her dark pink cover; it was an unbroken promise she couldn't ignore.

"Hey," Fable said. "Another mirror opened up. Think there's a core in there?"

Sora approached the mirror, and leaned in to view its contents. It appeared to be a bright, vibrant town located on the edge of a massive island. Wasn't stamped with the same child-like wonderment of the toybox, but it seemed like an inviting place (since every building was bruised from the abuse of loud colors, one would infer the town to be lively).

"Only one way to find out," Sora said with his famous grin, as excited gears started turning from the prospect of visiting a new place.

But before they could continue, Mario called attention to the mysterious conversation they heard earlier – a stray, unforeseen thread that weaved itself into their mission.

"That was peculiar," Fable said, thoughtful. "Not sure how it is pertinent to that dark core we destroyed. Was it a memory, or did we just happen to inadvertently trespass on someone's property? I would not want that honor printed on my appendix."

Residuals of that conversation floated adrift in Sora's chest. "Dunno." Those residuals conflated, creating a strong sensation that expanded upward. "But, the weird thing is, I felt happy. It reminded me of being a little kid. Always curious and wide-eyed about the world. I couldn't wait to grow up and learn all that there is to know."

Mario and Fable agreed with his sentiments. They, too, experienced those strong feelings of being a child again, unrelenting in their crusade to inflate the mind with endless knowledge. It seemed they were not merely eavesdropping on this mysterious conversation; they had inserted themselves into it, taking on both roles simultaneously. The father and daughter's thoughts and feelings became their own. It included joy, pride, inquiry, love, and security.

Mario nodded as a sentimental gleam peeked out from the corner of his eyes.

"Mario feels the same way," Fable said. "He always wanted to see what lies beyond the Mushroom Kingdom. Watching his adventures, his wish was fulfilled."

Fable sighed, as those moments of joy found themselves sinking down a dejected drain.

"What's wrong?" Sora asked.

"Well, my first time experiencing those uplifting emotions was through someone else – that child," Fable said. "But I'll never get a chance to experience them myself. How can I? I'm just an onlooker, forced to watch everyone partake in the delicacies of life. To meet new people. To experience new places. I'm just a book bound to her job: perpetual janitorial duty."

Sora sympathized with her. Living on his island for so long eventually felt like being in a prison; the endless ocean cut off contact from the outside world. The rest of the world continued strolling along, while he remained stagnant within his confinement. He wanted to keep pace with the outside world, indulging in all its wonders.

Although to be fair, Sora could only imagine what waited for him out there. Fable, on the other hand, was forced to look through a lens of her world; she was tormented with the depressing thought of never being able to reach out and touch it.

But Sora wouldn't let her sink into that dour soil. "That's not true at all. I feel like you've gotten that now."

"Really?" Fable asked. "How?"

"Besides me, didn't you feel a sense of wonderment when we traveled through the Toy Box? That you got to be a part of the experience, rather than be an onlooker?"

Fable reflected on her time in the Toy Box. Those positive emotions stared right back at her. "Actually, I kinda did. Sure, I couldn't ride the horses because having no feet and all. But it was fun. It was nice to view the world from a different perspective."

Sora grinned. "Then there you go! In a way, this mission is an excuse for you to see these places up close and personal."

"And a mission it still is!" Fable said, struck with a bolt of urgency. "There's no time for this TGIF moment! We have to restore life to this world!"

"TGI what?" Sora asked, confused.

"Never mind!" Fable said, hovering up and down, impatient. "Let's just move!"

Mario raised an inquiring hand.

"What about that conversation?" Fable said. "It's inconsequential. I'm sure it'll have no bearing on our mission whatsoever."

Sora couldn't help but form a sly smile. "Famous last words."

"Do I have to read my teenage angst novel to motivate you?" Fable said, giving Sora a long stare. "The excruciating number of adjectives I use to describe a love triangle between a werewolf, a girl, and a half-man, half-coconut will make your mind melt from abject bewilderment."

"No, no," Sora said with a nervous chuckle. "I'm movin'!"

Mario joined Sora at the mirror, and two prepared to enter.

"Sora?" Fable asked. The two turned around to face her. She had a genuine look of appreciation in her eyes. "Thanks."

Sora nodded with a smile. Despite the rough start, Fable was starting to squirm herself free from her reclusive jacket. Being around others was a new experience – one both enlightening and positive. It would take time before she warmed up to them. Sora couldn't even fathom how long she remained dormant in the observatory. But, deep down, she seemed to have a good heart; it just took slow nudges out of its shell.

Once the three exited the mirror, they found themselves in the center of the colorful town. The obnoxious color of red immediately assaulted their eyes. Behind them they noticed stairs that led to a dock; right now, it suffered from loneliness due to the lack of boats swaying peacefully in the bright baby blue ocean. Ahead of them was a two-story red building, crowned with a domed shaped balcony at the top.

To the right of the red building were yellow buildings scrunched together. Sora noticed a perpetual waterfall pouring out a window of the tallest yellow building. It traveled behind the red building on a cobble stone pathway, until reaching a waterwheel located on the left side of the red building (which was colored blue; again, the buildings were scrunched together). This town had its own circulatory system, pumping fresh water throughout its paper-like veins.

Such a peculiar place, Sora thought. It seemed like something out a pop-up book; everything was exaggerated and overly cheerful. He half expected cutouts of people to pop out from the windows like Jack-in-the-Boxes with frozen, welcoming smiles. But an eerie quietness upset the jovial atmosphere. Not a soul in site. Only seagulls overhead offered their salutations. But even then, they chose to remain at a distance.

Still, it was nice to be outside for a change – to feel the cool ocean breeze caresses through your skin (even thought it was made of paper).

"Where are we?" Sora asked.

"No idea." Fable winced. "Look at it though. Someone got a bit too careless with the bright colors. My eyes can't adjust this fast."

Wheels of recollection started spinning in Mario's head as he gazed as the buildings. Soon, they spun at an incredible rate; to the point of flying off the rails, crashing into the ground, and jolting his memory. He hopped up and down again.

"Oh, right!" Fable said, upon remembering too. "This is Port Prism, located on Prism Island – the most colorful place in the world."

"Could've fooled me," Sora said, wryly. His eyes soon landed on an interesting sight. "What are those things?"

They turned to notice a fountain in the shape of star, with six circular points. Hovering above each point was a real star with beady little eyes. Their colors were: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. In a way, they reminded Sora of the Star Spirits, albeit lacking both attire and personality.

Fable hovered over to them, staring at them in awe. She had never been so close to these stars before. Their radiant warmth sauntered across her covers. It was excited to be in their presence. Sora was right. Those feelings of intrigue and wonder started shining through. And she was enjoying every taste of those upbeat sensations.

"The Big Paint Stars," Fable said, floating around them with glee. "It's their power that keeps this place so colorful."

Sora blinked his eyes, bemused. "And I thought solar power was crazy."

"Bah," Fable said, dismissive. "Who needs that when you can feed on the energy of multicolored deities?"

Sora clenched his teeth in sympathy. "Gee, hope that doesn't hurt."

Paper Mario raised his hand.

"He says it tickles them infrequently," Fable said, "but they're fine with it."

Sora's face went blank, as if disbelief pulled the switch on every waking thought. "This journey always finds new ways make me question logic."

Mario got the two's attention with a jump.

"Right," Fable said, with a serious beam in her eyes. "No time to waste. The core must be here somewhere. Any clue would be appreciated."

And they soon received an answer. In the form of rumbling beneath their feet (except for Fable). It was then joined by a cacophony of people clamoring. Everyone turned to see a crowd of Toads running right towards then like frightened cattle. Interspersed were anthropomorphic turtles called Koopas, and chestnut shaped creatures with fangs called Goombas. Nothing mattered to this crowd except for leaving with their lives intact.

Even if it meant trampling over three hapless visitors.

Fable lowered her pages in annoyance. "Someone up there must really tolerate my existence somewhat."

The three hurried to the side, just missing the obstinate stream of people from crashing into them. A few stragglers (mostly Toads) appeared moments later.

"You there!" Fable said, trying to grab one of the Toads' attention. "Generic looking Toad number 1985! Come here!"

The Toad stopped in front of Fable, frowning from the insult flung at him like a wet sock. "Excuse me! I have a name, ya know!"

"Forget her," Sora said, walking over to diffuse a potential situation. "What's going on?"

Before the Toad could open his mouth, his entire being was eclipsed within an ominous shadow. He, along with the others, looked up to see a giant black splotch falling right towards them. The Toad ran for his life, just avoiding the substance from splattering over his cap. It then hit the ground, ruining the concrete's immaculate pink glow.

Guess that answer exceeded their expectations. The giant black glob began sizzling like an egg on hot pavement. Bubbles started popping out from the ambiguous concoction. The trio approached with careful steps, to obtain a better look at the anomaly (against their better judgement). They felt a threatening heat flail against their paper skin. A horrid aroma tugged against their nose hairs (if Fable even HAS a nose).

"EW!" Fable said, repulsed. "What is THAT?"

Sora groaned in disgust. "One things for sure: it cured my hunger for today."

Mario tackled Sora onto the ground as another blotch descended from the sky, splashing its toxic contents upon the ground, just missing them. As the two sat up, Sora exhaled in relief; he didn't even want to imagine the consequences of being dressed in the blotch's toxic coat.

"Whoa!" Sora said. "Nice save! Thanks!"

After Mario helped Sora up, he jumped up and down in alarm.

"Oh," Fable said, in horror, "that's the Black Paint that almost destroyed this island! I remember now. Didn't a friend of yours take care of it, though?"

Mario lowered his head, confirming her assumption to be true. His expression turned solemn. A pang of massive concern for his friend pierced against the walls of his stomach. That friend's name was Huey – a loyal companion that helped him save Port Prisma from being drenched in black paint forever.

Being a paint can, Huey absorbed the black paint into his being, and vowed to release somewhere where it'll no longer harm a living soul. Mario believed he had succeeded. At least, until this moment. Why had the paint returned? Did something happen to Huey? These dizzying, concerning questions spiraled through Mario's head.

"Well, looks like it found a way back," Sora said. "And if we don't stop it, it'll finish destroying this island."

Fable noticed Mario meandering through his unstable thoughts, trying to find an equilibrium of rationality. But it proved difficult.

"Are you okay?" Fable asked. Mario remained in his pensive slump. "You're worried about your friend?"

Mario gave a slight nod. Sora placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. We'll help 'em out."

But Huey wasn't the only one that caused Mario worry. All his friends were out there, by themselves, caught in the midst of De Void's rampant chaos. This included his younger brother Luigi.

And the one person in his life that made his heart feel whole – whose gentle, yet supportive words were always trussed to him like a backpack.

His beloved Princess Peach.

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