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MOU YT SERIES: SEASON 1 EP1
“Exposition Dump”
(BLACK SCREEN)
(Marvel intro but with origami pictures starts, then back screen again)
(PICTURES KIRBY HIGH)
(Date: After OrigAvengers)
Tilly: It’s been a while since the OrigAvengers were called.
It all started when we successfully recruited Clark Largent, AKA Iron Fold.
After that things went uphill and people started joining.
Now I fear, that with the OrigAvengers formed and united, this ever-lasting war will stop, hopefully.
(EXPOSITION DUMP TITLE)
(BLACK in BLACK PLAYING)
Clark: Have I ever told you about the time I used one sheet of paper for an exam while others used 3 or 4? Yeah.
Andy:So? What does that have to do with anything? I just asked you something, why are you so annoying.
Clark:(laughs and gets closer to Andy)
You’re funny. ( leaves)
Andy: Yeah, and the rest of us are weird for having finger puppets.
(Trent runs towards Andy)
Trent( serious expression but calm) : Andy, it’s Wheeler, we’ve had another attack, this time, it’s critical.
Andy: What do you mean, critical?
(Trent guides Andy to “The Bridge” and let’s him take a look at the computers).
Trent: This, is what I mean ( shows files missing from the main computer) These files had confidential data, the origins of F.O.L.D and every single personal info about every agent. We need to get this back Andy, we’ve been exposed”
Andy: But, how did they ever taken. I mean, aren’t you guys guarding this stuff?
Trent: I was one of us, with a Pen Drive, there’s a traitor in our midst.
Take who you may on this mission.
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( Andy and Clark make their may to Wheeler)
Clark: Don’t be so sure they won’t get us, there may be people watching.
Andy: They know our puppets, but not us.
Clark:They may not know you! But I’m sure they know me!
Andy( rolls eyes) : Of course Mr Famous.
( THEY GET TO WHEELER)
Nard or some bad guy: Stop right there!
Clark: Yeah or what?
Andy:Not the time.
( Lots of Kirbians surround them)
(Clark and Andy get their puppets out)
( Suddenly, Dove appears in the scene and gets a bad soldier and throws him to the floor)
Dove: Never too late huh?
( Andy and Clark look at him)
Clark: Alright Dover, where are the plans?
Dove: I think they hid them right this way.
( Guides them and finds the Pen Drive)
(They get out of Wheeler go back to Kirby)
(The Bridge:)
Trent: So, you found it, I expected nothing less.
Clark: Sincerely, me neither ( Dove grunts)
Trent: Well, nice to have seen you guys, F.O.L.D out.
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After credit scene 1.
Ezra Cronin is in the lab mixing chemicals, something black and misterios appears.
Ezra: At last….
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After credit scene 2
Guillermo gets out of the car and ( with or without Spiderfold puppet) enters Clater School.
Guillermo: Here goes nothing.
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I’m going to change some stuff in here (not all) because this script literally makes 0% sense narrative-wise
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THE ORIGAVENGERS—SEASON ONE, EPISODE ONE: “Exposition Dump”
EXT. DISNEYLAND—NIGHT
We open up on a dirty street in front of Disneyland. It’s grad night. Newly graduated Dave Patinel and his then-girlfriend, Tilly Waterson, hold each other. They’re saying goodbye.
TILLY
Dave?
Close-up of Dave’s face.
DAVE
Tilly…
Dave’s pupil engulfs the screen in black. The black becomes espresso coffee inside of a mug. Tilly Waterson lays next to the mug. She lays on a table in the OrigAvengers HQ—the F.O.L.D. file room.
TILLY
First you, Clark…then everyone else.
She gets up. Pan around the room. Andy, Dove, Jesse, Jessica and Ally are all there. Clark is also laying on the table beside Tilly.
TILLY
I hoped that now that the OrigAvengers have formed, this seemingly ever-lasting war will…stop. Y’know? But that seems more and more unlikely each day.
CLARK
[snores]
TILLY
Clark, are you…?
ANDY
[glares] Well, wake him up, Tilly.
Tilley looks down in disgust at Clark. Tilly quickly grabs the mug and pours all the hot coffee inside on Clark’s chest.
CLARK
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…
Cut to Clark, Jessica, Andy and Tilly standing by the “E” to “F” section on one shelf.
CLARK
Have I ever told you that one time…I used four pieces of paper on an exam…and everyone else used one!
JESSICA
How big did you write, weirdo?
CLARK
[walks away]
ANDY
He’s weird. Remind me why he’s Iron Fold again, and not you?
TILLY
[blushes] Well, I’d say that—
TRENT
[bursts through door, panting] Andy…it’s Wheeler…another attack…critical…
ANDY
What is it, Director?
TRENT
Okay…so…we’ve actually been keeping a secret F.O.L.D. project…[still panting]…from you six…since your team’s formation. This USB…the…‘Pen Drive,’ we call it…it…it has all F.O.L.D. files in it…composed into one…single…virtual file. It’s…complex. Y’know?
ANDY
Tilly!
TILLY
[awkwardly smiling at Andy, shrugging]
TRENT
It was…stolen…by…some guy…he calls himself ‘Leonard’ or something…according to some witnesses, he’s tall, robust, kind of naturally mean, as if it’s in his DNA, blonde, with a semi-low vocabulary—
CLARK
It’s Nard. What an absolute [BLEEP]. Let’s go, team.
EXT. WHEELER—DAY
Fade to Wheeler. The OrigAvengers and Tilly glare in disgust at a boy wearing a hoodie concealing most of his face. The boy removes the hoodie—Nard. He turns around, and noticing our heroes, screams in shock.
CLARK
Woah! That’s a bit too bloodcurdling, dude!
NARD
Ah, I see you wanted more. All of you. [walks up to Clark] The geek, [glares at Andy] the nerd, [glares at Dove and Ally] the secret lovers, and c’mon, just admit it, you two, [glares at Jesse and Jessica] the not-too-secret lovers, and you! [points at Tilly] I see you came back as well, my pretty?
TILLY
I’m no one’s pretty.
Tilly starts to walk towards Nard. Confusion crosses his face. She forms a scowl and starts springing. She punches Nard in the face. He falls, his nose bleeding. The Pen Drive falls next to him from his back pocket.
NARD
Ow…
TILLY
[bends down and slowly picks up the fallen Pen Drive] Ho-ho…
ANDY
Tilly! We’re just supposed to be violent!
TILLY
I mean, sorry, it’s just…
ANDY
Well, good thing is that we got the Pen Drive. Who wants pizza?
JESSE
I LOVE YOU GUYYYYYSSSSSSS!
JESSICA
Oh, stop being such a pig. Don’t get fat, whatever you do, or I’ll push in the way of some speeding truck.
Tilly’s Pupils dilate.
EXT DISNEYLAND—NIGHT
We’re back to that flashback from earlier. Tilly finally lets go of Dave. They’re standing in the middle of the street. They hear a loud honking noise. A red truck with white highlights is in back of them.
DAVE
Run!
Tilly stands there as the truck only stands a few feet away. Dave hurriedly pushes her as the truck slams into his body. Drops of blood spill onto Tilly’s cheeks.
DAVE
Call…911…
The truck speeds away, uncaring. We go back to Tilly, standing almost lifelessly.
ANDY
Tilly, you’re not interested?
TILLY
Oh, sorry! Coming!
The screen goes black.
INT. JANITOR’S CLOSET—NIGHT
DAVE
It left me broken, Poe. Broken.
POE
Not as broken as my heart. Or body. The cracks, the scars…they run in both of us.
DAVE
They will learn true pain soon.
POE
Soon.
The screen goes black again. The OrigAvengers title card appears as the Avengers theme plays. The end.
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OK, my FULL PLOT. Take what you like.
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PART I
-Noah stands there crying. Charlie, willing himself not to dissipate like the rest, runs towards them, and is just plain confused. Around them, Black portals open up, causing Charlie to F a I n T (In all of my stories that I write I try to keep my trope of people fainting so it’s not just this one bois)
-All of the Origami School-Based universes emerge from the portals (except for the plain, 616-type universe that ended with Pickletine by Tom), and a “Between Worlds Council” meeting is in session.
-This serves as a hub since this universe is where the original decision of the Cornelius Purge (y e s) happened.
– It’s a debate between all universes what should happen to Jacob now. Should they bring him back? That is possible with more Skittles (All of them were destroyed) Kellen apparently made a decision with SLC mid-Twilight after h teleported: use the Skittles to destroy the Multiverse (IDK HES EVIL SO WHY NOT), so all of the universes will be destroyed. That Kellen is imprisoned and we almost never see him again.
-Micah thinks they should revive all the Non-EU character worlds and leave the rest to die by non-Skittle means (points to Magic Squirrel dimension crew) because the EU is an anomaly. Charlie wakes up and he gives Micah the same argument that you wrote. Micah faints.
-The decision is almost made to revive the Jacobs but Our Noah, reluctantly, makes a speech about how much he loves his brother, and that is not what he would have wanted. This was his choice, not the choice of bickering duplicates.
-The group agrees. The Herculian task of reviving ALL universes of destruction can only be achieved by Skittles. As we know, they were all destroyed, so nothing we can do about that. The council adjourned, our EU kids contemplate their destiny to die. There are too many universes, and Since the decision was made on their Universe, they will be the last to die. it’s a long and tedious process, like you know death is creeping up on you and you have to live with the fact that you know that. Life moves on. Kind of a Five-Year time skip from Endgame (Actually no it’s EXACTLY like that i just realized lol)
-Three years later: Tommy is Married to Sara, Dwight to Caroline, Noah to Frankie, Harvey to Isabel, Mike to Vanessa, Quavondo to Jen. Remi and Ben are making cool stuff. Murky is a male model. Rhondella is a stand-up comedian. They all live their ideal lives… except they’re about to die. Charlie has graduated and is nursing Five-Fold with Diana in New York (She stays with him because uh… you see when a boy and a girl love each other VERY MUCH-) He wants to stay with his “heroes.”
-Knowing that they might die, Tommy rounds up the crew to go to the Factory to reflect on their lives. They all agree (Charlie is emailed by Mike, who are bEsTiEs in this and he comes too) and go to the factory. They find Palpapalps’ chemistry playset from TROS all there, except, instead of Palpatine on a crane, They find the client.
-They are chained and Client boi reveals that he’s from the Star Wars Legends universe. (Charlie makes a joke about how he expected that one to be dead already because of the Disney buyout) Basically the same origin from your version. He has some super-evil, generic motives that involve a ritual with Origami Yoda in a casket filled with all the Skittles. The original Origami Yoda, as a matter of fact. He is hiding out someplace in the World Between Worlds. Vernon, the Head of the Between Worlds Council, senses their cry for help and opens a portal for them to escape in. They escape, but not before one of the Client’s Scientist can analyze the portal and they soon get to work creating an artificial portal.
-The EU Crew + Charlie + Diana all decide to go on one final quest together to take Origami Yoda before the Client does and steal the skittles to Save the Multiverse. The way to find the OG OY would be to talk to the people he knew best… The Original Universe. The one that closed itself off from The Council. Without Origami Yoda, it delved into chaos. Kind of like how a universe without an Infinity Stone is doomed to die. The whole crew dives into this new dimension.
PART II
-OH THEY THINK THEY’VE LANDED IN A WORLD THEY HAVEN’T SEEN-
-Anyway, they land on the new universe (which isn’t touched by the Destruction of the Multiverse from Kellen yet) and start looking around. It is bleak. Each of them go and look in a phone directory and meet their respective selves (Charlie and Diana go to see Kellen and Noah and Frankie talk).
-Tommy is a depressed detective. He was going to propose to Sara before he found out she was cheating on him with Harvey. Tommy talks the other Tommy into joining them, he might get a chance to see Sara again. Harvey is a rich meanie and Sara is as well. They join because they are like “sure kid lol he’s just pranking us right” and want to humor them. Remi and Ben are still making cool stuff together, Murky is full on nostrul, Rhondella is a mean twitter person (she doesn’t join), Kellen is just sad because he is a failed artist and can’t get a girlfriend. Vanessa goes with Mike who is a conspiracy theorist in this universe. They all join for too many reasons to count. Dwight finds nobody because he apparently was presumed Dead a long time ago. So he has a conversation with his (suicidal) mother. Caroline is also still a hot mess. They both join for the chance of seeing Dwight again. Noah and Frankie point out how they are just pointless and talk about everything they’ve been through. The whole crew is reluctantly here.
-The Client arrives and chases after them. they make a narrow escape and exit into the WBW. They all talk and greet each other. Charlie’s like, “man I thought these guys were cool” and stuff. Tommy, as Dwight’s best friend, told him the last time he saw him, he was talking about a Ring, a Shield, and an Axolotl. SO ITS KIND OF OBVIOUS WHAT THAT MEANS.
-They split up into three groups: Noah, Frankie, OG Mike, EU Mike, Vanessa, OG Ben, OG Remi, EU Ben, EU Remi to FOTR universe. Charlie, Diana, OG Tommy, OG Sara, OG Harvey, EU Murky, OG Kellen, OG Caroline to Foldalorian universe. The rest to the MOU.
You like what you see? HMMMMMMMMM?-
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Kinda. New plot combining both perfectly (IMO)! Like, yours is a bit too OG character-focused, and a bit too changey for the characters. Like, we can’t completely change universes and stuff like that.
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—the chapters I’ve written so far
—they almost go to Korriban but chicken out at the last second
—after the during nighttime chapters with depressed Dwight and Charlie and hi guy/hi girl/Diana and robot Harvey and stuff like that yep there gon be 3 year time skip
—They all live in the Foldalorian universe, it’s freaking depressing, Endgame-style
—It’s called the “Papertine Purge” since Jacob was Papertine and junk
—Tommy has proposed to Jen, Harvey’s relationship with Sara is going well, Rhondella is still le mean Twitter persona *🤨*, Caroline is a hot mess, Dwight’s depression is getting worse everyday and it’s gonna hint he’s an alcoholic but yeah, Murky’s a male model 👏🏻, Remi and Ben broke up a while ago but are still good friends and still make cool stuff together in their s**ty art studio/apartment in L.A., Quavondo’s still an actor and has recovered from Jen and had moved onto some unnamed girl, Lance and Amy are still together, are roommates and Amy’s pregnant, Cassie is a BiG tImE aCtOr PuTtIn’ ToGeThEr A cReW (she’s doing an indie film and is struggling to find actors), etc., etc., Charlie and Diana never fully blossomed their relationship, Claire and Adam secretly date, Reuben’s just there, and McQuarrie stayed safe from future evil due to the events of the Origami Jedi Aftermath
—Charlie and Diana, friends by now, but as I said, without a relationship, sneak out with some device Micah uses into another universe (without Micah’s permission), and it’s absolute crap; they wonder what ruined the universe and go back hurriedly
—Micah reveals the nature of Jacob’s sacrifice and what he wished for; Charlie gets mad and almost strangles Micah but holds his angers back
—Another angst chapter with da Force ghost boiz
—Most other universes went to hell because apparently, the Client WaS eViL and he has a now abandoned base on Korriban and is slowly taking control of the multiverse, the Foldalorian universe probs soon to follow
—everyone rises up against Micah for his hypocrisy and hiding of the truth over the Papertine Purge and he is killed
—Vernon and JC run off out of anger and grief from Micah’s death and go to a prisoner work camp on one of the planets in one of the ruined universe; the Falcon gets shot down by a platoon of mysterious-looking troopers
—This girl appears, claiming to be a from a yet-to-be-ruined universe where all puppets in the OY and OYEU and MOU and DCOU and all other universe coexist peacefully together as living human or (Wookiee, Skrull, etc.) beings; Mr. Ridneor becomes smitten, and yeah he’s still there, and still the biology teacher at McQuarrie
—Claire and Adam kiss in front of Charlie; he finally gets the courage to ask HI Guy (revealed to be Diana) out and thinks that his big crush on Claire was a tad bit too unrealistic; Diana and Charlie kiss
—Tommy and Jen break up, however, Harvey and Sara are still going so strong that she still wants to be with him; however, MOU Sara reveals MOU Tommy is a trash bf and that they broke up years ago; this means nothing and they’re just friends
—Charlie hangs out with the living O-Rey-Gami a lot, they become friends
—Charlie feels some weird sort of connection to Rey (I’m getting tired of typing O-Rey-Gami; the story will probs refer to her as just Rey for short, too)
—Robot Harvey traces the same radiation levels from Korriban in some factory in a Seattle desert; they go and inside the factory the Client awaits
—he’s teenage Palpatine and backstory and exposition and blahblahblahblah
—CHARLIE’S GRANDPA IS THE FOLDALORIAN UNIVERSE’S VERSION OF PALPATINE *le gasp Gerald Keating whyyyyyy*
—Wishing Skittles reveal scene, Skittle Troopers and multiple World Devastators reveal
—Mars, Venus, Mercury, moon, chunk of sun destroying scene
—Big battle breaks out
—Getting into IRL world and destroying our own Earth scene
—Tommy and MOU Sara finally kiss and admit they like-like each other and they literally just quite the battle and go home
—the OG/EUs finally hear of this and are like “oh multiverse stuff nice sounds easy” and they arrive on the battlefield
—Palpatine is controlled by spirits of all past versions of Legends Palpatine scene; OG/EU Tommy and Sara reminisce in nostalgia-packed scene before going off into the battle
—Jen and Quavondo get back together; Foldalorian universe Kellen and Cassie are relationship goals and beat Skittle Troopers up together
—Diana stays behind and gives Charlie a good luck kiss because he wants to infiltrate Palpatine’s World Devastator a.k.a. the factory with Rey and OG/EU Dwight and stuff because is it technically wrong to ship your own characters ???? (pray for my sanity plz)
—Dwight admits his depression and now disbelief in Origami Yoda; reveals he is secondary bad guy and Palpatine’s Grievous-style Sith acolyte (because he can’t use the Force and stuff but is still evil and a Sith-affiliated apprentice, like Grievous)
—Rey already knows she is her universe’s Palpatine’s granddaughter (Pickletine), but comes to the funny realization Charlie and her are technically half-brothers and realizes they are a Force dyad
—Robot Harvey sacrifices himself to use the Holdo maneuver on Palpatine’s Devastator
—Charlie and Rey kill all the Legends Palpatine spirits inside Palpatine, Palpatine’s last words controlled by the spirits are that he feels the OYEU as a whole is replacing the legacy of Star Wars Legends, the ‘real EU,’ and that he deserves a legacy; Palpatine is a scared teenage boy now
—Robot Harvey posthumous speech scene and restoring of the universes, Mars, Venus, etc., etc., etc., and Palpatine, weak from not being in control of his body ever since emerging from his bacta tank, is helped out by the dyad
—the Devastator fleet and Skittle Troopers dissipate as the wishes from the Legends Palpatine spirits fade; all universes in the fleet’s grip are therefore freed from the fleet’s grip 👌🏻
—As everything goes back to normal, the Expanded Universal Army bid their goodbyes
—everyone in all of the multiverse goes back to their ages before the events; the inhabitants of the Foldalorian universe are asked if they want their original ages back, but decline collectively; scar speech repeat
—Dwight appears, still bitter and depressed, saying if OY’s legacy won’t die, he’ll make everything die
—Dwight takes the very last Skittle left in the now eaten pile created by Palpatine’s Devastator and wished for the multiverse to end; the Force ghosts block the wish from coming true
—Dwight feels ashamed and exiles himself to unknown universe in multiverse
—Micah is restored
—Force ghosts make everyone retain the “muscle memory” of the events, but don’t remember any exploits explicitly
—all Jacobs across the multiverse are restored; Force Ghost Luke asks Noah if he wants his Jacob back, and Noah says “he’s already back” and leaves *cough* Jimmy *cough*
—Taking Force away from Palpatine scene
—Foldalorian Tommy and MOU Sara start across-universe relationship
—Charlie and Diana start full relationship
—Life resumes at McQuarrie High School (Mr. Randall opened a high school in which he is principal)
—Sheev Keating gets used to his new role as Charlie’s brother; Five-Fold gets teething
—Dan appears in a post-acknowledgements chapter with origami Moff Gideon
THE END
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Your plot is very…unoriginal, too nostalgia and Endgame-like, and mine is very…unoriginal, too safe and TROS-like. Hopefully the combination plot I made helps.
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Well, yeah. This story is about them. I was planning on doing a mix of a time heist fetch quest sort of thing, and yes, when Charlie and Hi Girl go to the Foldalorian universe (To Find the Axolotl), Claire and Adam kiss and he asks Diana. Clientine Client/Palpatine) goes after them one by one and the universes start to crumble (because the universes are dying anyway) and our characters barely escape. (In the MOU, our characters find Andy’s Americut and make up and are on friend-terms. [Clientine attacks them and we get a SUPER DUPER COOL FIGHT SCENE WITH THE ORIGAVENGERS SKSKSKSKSK-] in FOTR, they meet Frankie from that universe and realize that the EU characters DO matter. They steal John’s ring and also have a Fellowship and Crew vs Clientine battle. They barely escape and those universes are destroyed because the universe death thing) they find hidden clues on the objects and head to the first Jedi Temple on Ach-To in a universe where basically everything in Star Wars plays out but in origami where Yoda is apparently hiding out. One of Clientine’s guys put a tracker on them so they are being watched (tenth level. thousands of battle droidsksksks-). They go to Ach-To and Find O-Rey-Gami and Charlie and her become like brothers in blood sisters who ride-
Anyway they find Yoda and they reminisce until Clientine breaks in and destroys the island and steals Yoda. They find EVERYONE from EVERYTHING EVER and form the Expanded Universal Army. They all fight, except the OG Dwight is now evil. The goal- try to stop Clientine from doing the ritual. Skittle Trooper and World Devastator reveal and battle. Every modern era SF joins the battle (And know how to fight due to the writers letting them know how!) and Before they can get Yoda, the ritual is complete. Everyone is gone and only Charlie (who is slowly Infinity Warring away) OG Tommy OG Sara and Noah remain. Palpatine has now transformed his body into his original Self. Dwight is just standing there next to him. While Charlie and Noah fade away, reminiscing their life in their separate chapters, OG Tommy and Sara, his best friends, talk to him and let him know that he’s more than just the kid who has Origami Yoda. More than the weird kid. Palpatine uses force lightning to kill Tommy and Sara when Dwight takes origami Yoda and throws the lightning back. Tommy and Sara still disintegrate and Yoda uses the ritual to bring everyone back. Everything after that goes according to plan from you. Except Foldalorian and MOU Tommy-Sara don’t do that because MOU takes place in the same timeline of events so MOU Sara is EU Sara who is with EU Tommy, remember? OG Tommy finally asks OG Sara the question. She says yes. OG Harvey is like eh and then goes with OG Rhondella because he’s a crazy rich jerk. Charlie and Diana (In this whole story, he will be THE chosen one of his universe) start full relationship and yeah you can do everything else after the Battle
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Yes, of course it OG focused. You were just complaining about how it was too EU focused. Also, none of the OG characters will write a chapter. The whole point of this is to influence Charlie. He, from what I’m told in the Foldalorian, idolizes Lomax and to see him like this changes him. That’s the whole (inhales)
POINT
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Hmm. I feel like we shouldn’t do the time heist. Other than that, I like this plot.
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Oh, right, he idolizes Tommy! Forgot! *facepalms self*
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Reblogged this on Superfolder CrimsonDawn’s Spectacular Blog.
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ok cmon I just wrote chapter two help me plz
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Origami Yoda’s Finest Hour
By Superfolder Grand Master Skywalker, Superfolder CD and SF Guillermo
Note from the author, Grand Master Skywalker: It is I, SLS…Supreme Leader Skywalker. I come in a different form, a different shape, in a different time. I am now…Grand Master Skywalker. A big improvement on the name, I’d say. Just coming to warn you all that this story does actually have some scary parts. Minimal blood, a bit of softcore cussing (like “crap” or “idiot), etc., etc. You have all been warned well. On…with the finest hour. *lightning crackles*
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I’m here. Let’s lay out the EXACT plot with NOTHING left out.
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Tears Across The Multiverse
By The Force
The Marvel/DC origami universe, March 20th, 2019…
“Oh, no, no, no…”
Jacob put his hand to his stomach, which had already dissipated into nothingness. He felt a searing pain, since some of his most important organs had been moved, along with part of his vertebrae, and fell to the ground. His limbs and face disappeared quickly, him screaming in agony.
The Lord of the Rings origami universe, May 20th, 2014…
“Oh…oh boy…this isn’t good at all…”
Harvey and Elijah surrounded Jacob as he looked at his fingers, most looking like they had been amputated off.
Harvey muttered, “Minch? You okay?”
“Not really…”
Jacob’s face disappeared. His legs and fingerless arms were all that were left. They fell to the ground, lifeless. They then disappeared as well.
“Jacob!”
“Jacob!”
“JACOB! NO!”
“Minch!”
“What just happened?”
“He’s disappearing, for God’s sake!”
“Kriff…”
“Jacob…,” Noah said, still crying.
“Hold up, hold up, hold up,” Charlie said. “There’s a multiverse…time travel, wormholes and teleportation are real…and Jacob just died?”
“DON’T SAY THAT!” Noah yelled. “He can be brought back! I think…can he?”
Frankie put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, babe.”
Suddenly, a light blue portal with white highlights appeared.
“Okay, I’m gonna pass out,” Charlie muttered.
Another portal.
Another two.
Another ten.
Another forty.
Another one hundred.
“I’m out,” Charlie said, and with that, he fainted.
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Ok what do you want to happen next? Lay out the plot and we can write in a organized fashion! What’s supposed to happen next?
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Lol, there’s freakin naked and afraid ads up in this place
So basically, all Jacobs disappear, and obviously it causes mucho grief. 👌🏻
Thousands upon thousands of alternate universe McQuarrie crews appear, all summoned by “the Between Worlds Crew,” Micah, Vernon and JC. Protectors of the multiverse and certified bounty hunters in 130 alternate universes. They tell the events of Twilight, and Charlie and Micah get into a fight because of Micah’s argument that the EU was a mistake. Charlie elaborates that if there are alternate universe with EU characters and/or alternate universes with some of the EU’s story, it’s not a mistake. Micah is basically struck so hard by this realization that he passes out himself. ~it’s a simple passing out game man~
They name themselves the “Expanded Universal Army,” and they bond. Charlie and HI Girl develop their new relationship, MOU Dwight and Ezra bond over lost puppet friends, OYTS Harvey and FOTR Tommy become best buddies in two seconds, etc., etc. Rey, Finn, Poe and Chewbacca, in some random green-colored CR90 corvette (the Falcon’s up for repairs or somethin’), and Charlie and her instantaneously start to bond like freakin’ brother and sister. Micah explains Jacob’s sacrifice and why and how he did it, and Charlie becomes really, REALLY upset. Jacob could’ve wished just Emperor Minch away, but instead caused all Jacobs to disappear, causing…as mentioned in the first chapter’s title…tears across the multiverse. A robot version of Harvey from one universe calculates that there is evil activity going on in some factory in Seattle. The gang travels there via different ships and vehicles from the different universes, and when they get there, they bust through the factory doors and discover the Client. Charlie connected one and one with the SLC thing from Twilight and the Client’s claim and realizes, “Waiiiiiit, you’re not SLC.” The Client tells all: his universe is the Star Wars Legends universe, and he’s an absorbed clone of Palpatine. Palpatine had a few backup clones, according to the Client, but sadly, his soul was crushed in a last ditch attempt to have a normal, non-Palpatine body (when his soul was about to go into baby Anakin Solo in Legends). All backup clones failed but him, a kid clone who stayed plugged in his bacta tank for years and years and was only released, like, two years before the Mandafoldian. Palpatine reveals the purpose of the factory: he’s making Wishing Skittles. This is where the two from the end of the Foldalorian came from. He uses one to make the factory grow short, stubby, mhecnaical legs, and it starts flying. He uses another to make battalions upon battalion of rainbow-colored stormtroopers: “Skittle Troopers.” He then uses a third to create several other flying factories, all manned by more Skittle Troopers. Platoons of the troopers open the landing bridge and push everyone out. As they fall, our heroes start to admit things. Rey admits she has a mysterious connection to Charlie and that she may or may not love a dead guy. Claire admits the Rebellion exaggerates a lot and kisses Adam mid-fall, Colt admits Samantha was hot and is happy that she’s single now, etc. Some die. Chewie and Poe die (yes). Ally and Dove die, holding hands. OYTS Tommy dies (poor, poor Jawa). The list goes on. The EU army believe they’ve lost and start to go back to Virginia, as the World Devastator fleet heads off into the clouds.
…
Charlie convinces the others to keep fighting, and they camp out a couple miles away from the patch of desert in Seattle where the World Devastators were before they took off into the sky. Charlie and Rey bond more. Charlie sees Claire and Adam kiss. He feels happy for them. He knew it was unrealistic and goes back to HI Girl, whose real name turns out to be Diana. Diana and Charlie kiss. After this, Micah alerts everyone that the OG/EU McQuarrie crew have suddenly arrived. Everyone gets excited—but in bad ways. They wanna punch the OG/EUs in the face for the Jacobs’ deaths. The whole army parties with the new arrivals and they all go to sleep. OG/EU Tommy and Robot Harvey have a heart-to-heart. In the middle of the night, however, Charlie and Diana are awakened to Robot JC getting beaten up by OG/EU Dwight with Finn’s blaster. Robot JC is destroyed, angering Robot Harvey. RH and Dwight get into a fight, ending in one of RH’s robot hands falling of and Dwight flying away in the corvette. Rey uses her ship-stopping power from TROD to bring the corvette back down, and a violent confrontation begins which ends in Dwight’s right arm being chopped off. Yes, this story has a bunch of losing parts of arms. It’s the Way. Dwight elaborates that he really IS tired of the fight; he’s going through a Jake Skywalker phase; he has a minor existential crisis, he questions why he started the whole Origami Yoda jig, he even questions if Origami Yoda is real. He runs away, crying, the army left confused.
…
The Devastator fleet heads into space, but some stay behind to do stuff like take the worlds’ main leaders hostage, take over most major cities across the world, etc. The Devastators in space destroy the moon, Mars, Venus and Mercury, along with a good but fairly small chunk of the sun. The army attacks. Charlie and Rey massacre many Skittle Troopers and get to Palpatine. Before they enter, we see Palpatine is just a poor kid and that he’s being possessed by all past versions of Legends Palpatine, from the first one who died on the DS2 to the one who almost got Luke to turn to the Dark, and the last one whose spirit tried to get inside Anakin Solo’s body. Palpatine remarks Charlie has grown, and reveals he is the grandson of the Foldalorian universe’s Palpatine. Charlie’s like, “Gerald Keating (that’s his granddad’s name as of now) is my universe’s Palpatine?” and Palps is just like, “ y e p . “
Charlie and Rey understand their connection to each other is familial, and fight Palpatine. Eventually, they get the upper hand, so Palpatine calls out his new right hand man: Dwight. Dwight’s reasoning for turning evil is that he just wants Origami Yoda and everything relating to it to end. C + R fight Dwight as Palpatine wishes to get into the real world, “if there is one,” and a portal is opened to our world. World Devastators destroy our world’s Earth, killing us all. Palpatine wishes for at least a hundred World Devastators, populated by Skittle Troopers, in each and every universe. The multiverse gets destroyed manually by the World Devastators one by one. They finally take notice of this, and Dwight realizes Palpatine’s gonna kill them all, including him. Origami Yoda’s former wielder, the granddaughter of Palpatine and the grandson of the other Palpatine join forces and try to take down Palpatine another time. Palpatine wishes for Rey’s Force-sensitivity to be gone, rendering her useless. She asks him why he doesn’t erase the universe then and there, and Palpatine says he wants power; you can’t exactly have power if everything is white nothingness. Robot Harvey sacrifices himself by using the Holdo maneuver to break Palpatine’s personal World Devastator in half. Dwight decides enoug is enough, steals a Skittle and wishes for the multiverse to end.
Before his wish can be granted, the Force ghosts of every single Jedi ever appear, holding back the wish using the Force. The wish is jot granted, and Dwight gets into a fit of rage and throws himself into the depths of space. The Force ghosts destroy every Legends Palaptine soul, leaving Palpatine a regular, scared 13-year-old boy. A message left off Robot Harvey for Charlie explains that even though the Skittles makes it happen, you grant the wish, and if Palpatine, the evil Palpatine, the evil PalpatinES die, technically the wish dies. All World Devastators and Skittle Troopers disappear, and their Mars, Venus, Mercury, moon, sun, our Earth, and all other universe are restored back to full health, and all Wishing Skittles are lit on fire by the Force ghosts. Black down in Seattle, the EU army celebrates, although Charlie, Rey and the OG/EU McQuarrie gang mourn Jacob and Dwight in a private ceremony right in the location where the Skittle factory was. But as part of the wish being broken, Dwight comes back, alive. He is still mentally broken, and decides to go on his own path in the Between Worlds Crew with Micah, JC, Vernon and da boiz. The Force ghosts deem Jacob’s decision in Twlight brave, yet very foolish and arrogant, and all Jacobs are restored by the Force itself but Emperor Minch and OG/EU Jacob. Noah incidentally repeats Charlie’s short scar speech from the Foldalorian Ch. 6 to himself when he hears every Jacob came back but the Emperor and his own Jacob. The Force ghosts decide that everyone will keep the muscle memory of it (they were in some huge battle, there was some evil 13-year-old guy), but won’t explicitly remember any exploits. Poe, Chewie, Ally, Dove, and all other casualties are restored, including ol’ teenage Palpatine. Charlie pleads for the ghosts to give him a second chance at life, and they agree, but only if his sensitivity to the Force is removed. Palpatine and Charlie agree, and when his sensitivity is removed, Palpatine turns into…surprise, surprise…a baby! Charlie takes him in. Rey gets her powers back. Force ghost Leia snaps her fingers, and Charlie wakes up in the music room. Jacob asks where they were, everything seeming normal, and the celebration of the Fold Republic’s collapse continues. Charlie secretly remembers all events and exploits that happened in Finest Hour. In a post-acknowledgements chapter, Rey remembers all of the events, too, then watching the Ajan Kloss jungle sunset with Finn, Poe, Konnix, Chewie, Rose, 3PO, R2, BB-8, D-O and the Force ghost of Ben Solo. The end.
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Between Worlds
By Charlie
I fake fainted, falling to the floor. Turns out a lot of people believed it.
“Charl, oh my God! Are you okay?” HI Gu—I mean, Girl said. (I gotta catch her name one of these days!)
“Excuse me,” a rugged man with a beard (somehow, because he looked my age) and a Han Solo-style vest on said.
“Who are you?” Tommy said.
“I am Micah…Captain Micah. I am a keeper of the multiverse, and a good one, methinks,” the man explained. “I and two others cruse around…just keeping cosmic things in order. Recently, something’s been up.”
“Yeah, of course!” Noah said. “My brother just flippin’ died!”
“Oh,” Micah said. “Well, now this is awkward.”
“WHY ARE WE HERE?” a robot with Sara’s voice but magnified said. “WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF BEING BROUGHT TO THIS SUPPOSED ALTERNATE UNIVERSE?”
“I and the others of the Between Worlds Crew summoned you all here using dark secrets from an old book we found on Dathomir,” Micah said. “Of course, we burned that…thing…in a fire just a couple minutes ago. Went home to its dead Nightsister owners.”
“You’re really cool,” some alternate version of Amy said, giggling.
“Do you know a Lance Armstrong?” Micah asked.
“No…,” alternate Amy replied.
“Explains a lot. This one comes from a universe where they don’t get gross with each other.”
“Wait,” I interrupted. “This multiverse stuff really aches my head, but…the ‘Between Worlds Crew?’”
“Heck yeah.” A boy who looked like a mix of Harvey and Robert Pattinson and a boy who looked like a live action Buford van Stomm walked up behind Micah.
“Guys, meet JC and Vernon, respectively…although they probably aren’t respectable themselves.”
“Are you?” I asked.
“No. Not at all.” He put on a pair of sunglasses, when I heard the MSI theme in the background. I turned around and saw a robot similar to the Sara-voiced robot playing the tune on a piano.
“Sorry,” the robot said in Murky’s voice but magnified,
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Not A Mistake
By Charlie
“So basically…there’s a main version of you guys. All of you guys. A mistake happened, and an alternate universe was born out of it. The ‘EU,’ if you will. With new people, too, like Noah, Jacob or Frankie. The inhabitants of the EU were challenged with…stuff…and I may have been a bad guy incidentally…and also been played by an evil version of Jacob Minch…I mean, like, half of them are evil, just an especially evil one…and…Jacob sacrificed himself…and…the EU merged with the main universe…I think. They’ve been living there for five years by now. All high school seniors, Caroline’s in college. I always question Dwight’s motives…y’know?” He grinned and winked. Oh, yep, I knew what that implied. Oh, oh NO, I can’t imagine that…oh, ew…
“Wait,” Dwight said, “you’re implying I—”
“ENOUGH OF THAT,” a nosy skeleton with glowing red eyes, a brown fedora and brown jacket said. “That’s not appropriate, young Tharp!”
“Holy,” Dwight said. “Okay, sheesh, boomer.”
The skeleton rolled his eyes.
“The EU was a mistake, but it was reversed for the better. And Jacob’s sacrifice was for the better, too.”
Wait…,” I peeped up. “If the EU was a mistake…why are there alternate universe with people like Noah and Frankie? And people like Jacob?”
Micah blushed out of embarrassment. “Oh…well…I never thought of that…”
“Have you ever visited a universe with EU characters, Micah?” I inquired.
“Yes…”
“Admit it’s not a mistake. Admit everyone here is real. Everyone here has a Frankie, a Noah, etc. Admit it.”
“I can’t. It wasn’t in the natural order of things.”
“It was. Remember Jacob Cornelius?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was Minch. Oh, wait. Oh, I see.”
“Admit it!”
“No.”
“Now!”
“Admit it’s not a $%@#^& mistake!”
Micah passed out. Vernon and JC got on their knees and started to shake him.
“Oh, yep, he just fainted,” JC said. “Good sign.”
“So what’s the thing that you summoned us all here for with that book?” I asked.
“There are levels of almost superhuman radiation on Korriban,” Vernon replied.
“Korriban?” I responded, curious. “Isn’t that the Legends name for that Sith planet, Moraband?”
“Exactly. It came from the Star Wars Legends universe.”
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Tortured
By Dwight
It’s me.
I’m not sure if it’s me. Maybe it’s me.
I don’t feel right.
Origami Yoda was never right.
Was he real?
He was, right?
Maybe not. Maybe I was a stupid prick.
The Force isn’t real. Is it?
No…it’s not…
The Force is real!…
…But it might not be.
It confused me, yet I most likely know the truth.
I don’t say the truth.
I don’t say that Origami Yoda is not real.
Is he? I want to know. It’s like the question of aliens, or death. You have a longing need to know the truth…
…but you’ll never find out. And that’s what scares me. Death welcomes me, and I refuse. I always will. The concept of aliens welcome me, but I don’t know. I believe there’s something out there. Should I welcome death? But if I do that, it’ll all end…so I can’t. And I won’t. But is he real? Is Origami Yoda real? IS. HE. REAL?
He could be…
…or could not.
Possibilities! Endless possibilities!
Are there aliens? Are they intelligent?
What comes after death? Is death real?
Am I going insane? Maybe I am. I probably am.
I’m going insane.
I don’t know how to handle it.
Might as well become the bad guy, then.
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Bonding!
By Charlie
“Can you eat anything?” I asked Five-Fold.
“Wah.”
“Can you eat food? Do you want chicken nuggets? I have a few cold ones in my thermos.”
“Wah.”
“You want chickie nuggies?”
“Wah.”
“True, true. Okay, you want them for later. Okay, okay! Get off my case, man!”
“Wah.”
Lost…Found…
By Ezra
“I’ve lost someone, too,” I said, sitting down next to Dwight Tharp. The one from the universe I was brought to by that Micah character.
“A puppet friend?” Dwight asked.
“Yeah.”
We were all camping out in the music room. It was silent. He looked over at his universe’s (I think) Caroline sleeping like a baby.
“Origami Yoda,” Dwight said.
“OrigVenom,” I replied.
He turned his head. “Does your universe have Marvel puppets instead of Star Wars?”
“How’d you guess so correctly?” I became intrigued.
He shrugged. “There’s no Star Wars character named Venom.”
I laughed. “You’re peppy, man. I kinda like that.”
“Oh, yeah, I get that a lot,” he said. “Hey, does that version of me look like a middle schooler to you? Like, honestly?”
He pointed to a version of him who honestly did look 19 years old.
“That’s a 19 year old, and you cannot convince me otherwise,” Dwight continued. “He can drink, he is legal, and he is sleeping right there. And he is me. What the absolute Hutt!”
Awkward silence.
“Yes, I know. We saw things but with SW character names at the end.”
“You’re a big Drax. What the Falcon? What the Hank Pym? Holy S.H.I.E.L.D.!”
“Oh, that S.H.I.E.L.D. one is good. Use that,” he said.
I nodded. I liked this kid.
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Harv?
By Tommy
Tommy here. Basically a quarter of everyone were up, trying to not disturb everyone who was sleeping. Unfortunately, someone woke me up.
“SORRY!” a robot with Harvey’s voice but magnified said. “OH MY GOD, YOU OKAY, MAN?”
“Yeah…ow…my hand…,” I replied. His metal foot was thick. Went through my hand like a block of ice.
“SORRY. DO YOU WISH FOR ME TO…SWITCH TO YOUR VOICE MAGNITUDE?”
I whispered, “Yeah, it’d be nice.”
“IIIIIIIIIiiiiit’s okay, I’ll get that patched up for you…oh…I see some bone,” the robot Harvey said. “Oh, a lot of bone. Oh, man, dude, this is worse than a third-degree burn. I’m actually so sorry. Let me just…”
He took out a sharp blade.
“Oh, no…stop right there, robot dude…”
“Name’s Harvey. You may call me Robot Harvey, or, if you wish, ‘Harv.’”
“Harv?” I asked. He nodded as he shoved the blade into my hand.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!”
———
“That looks…serviceable,” Robot Harvey said.
“Thanks, Harv,” I said. “So…I have a robot hand now?”
“Yeah, pretty much. You’re so calm about it. I don’t even know why I think you shouldn’t be so calm about it, because everyone in my universe can’t feel pain.”
“Where’s my original hand?” I said, looking down at the gear-filled metal prosthetic on my arm in the shape of a hand.
“Here!” He revealed a floppy pile of flesh and bones, a few fingernails visible.
“Oh! Get it away, get it—”
He threw it at me.
“Oh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD!”
The whole music room shushed me.
“Awkwarrrrrrd,” Robot Harvey muttered quietly.
“I don’t know why I’m calm about it, I don’t really know at all.”
“I guess it’s a natural thing.”
“Says the robot.”
“LOL, nice joke, boomer.”
“Harv, how old are you?”
“7,052 years! You?”
“Yeah, I’m not a boomer. Go back to sleep and retract those skin-piercing things on your feet. We don’t want anyone else’s hands sliced, do we?”
“Maybe we do…”
“NO, HARVEY!”
The whole music room shushed me…again.
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Welcome and Goodbye to Korriban
By Micah
“INFILTRATION TEAMS!” I said to everyone I had summoned to the boy Charlie Keating’s humble universe. “THIS IS A TREACHEROUS PLANET! CLIFFS, CANYONS, DANGEROUS BEASTS! Plus, high, high, HIGH radiation levels. Don’t be surprised if you feel dizzy or you start bleeding around the arms or legs, okay?”
Everyone nodded.
“Good. Expanded Universal Army…roll out!”
Everyone screamed, holding their weapons high in the air as racing towards the Sith temple the radiation was coming from like a wildebeest stampede.
“Naive, all of them,” JC said. “Except for the alternate universe versions of me, duh. The me from the universe where kids wield Marvel and DC puppets is preeeeeetty impressionable.”
“They have potential,” Vernon said. “Little potential, and not individually, but potential.”
The robot version of Harvey pulled a sharp claw-like device out of his hand and busted the door open with it. Everyone got a good look inside the temple. Abandoned. Dusty. A few sleens and a couple bogwing nests sprinkled all over. Crickets chirped. Wood creaked. Wind bursted through broken stained glass windows, which had portraits of ancient Sith figures on them.
“GO AWAY!”
A burst of blue electric mist came to us, pushing us all meters and meters away from the temple. The temple doors closed shut.
“We need to go,” I said. I started hurriedly typing on one of my many teleportation devices. A big portal, enough to fit all of us at once, opened to Keating’s universe.
“Everyone in. I’ve given up.”
“Yeah, me, too,” I heard Keating softly say, afraid.
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THREE
YEARS
LATER
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G’Morning
By Charlie
“G’morning, Dianie!”
I looked up at the person formerly known as HI Guy…Diana Fredrickson.
“Charl…not now…I’m tiiiiiiREDDDDD…”
“Yes, but high school exists. LET’S GO!”
We walked down the street to McQuarrie High School. (Mr. Randall opened a new school, a high school…and he’s principal!)
“G’morning, Clark!”
“Hey, Twerp.”
“Hey, Peyton!”
“Precious?”
“Hey, Jerry?”
“AUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!”
“Hey, Micah? How goes it?”
He sipped his coffee. “Okay, I guess? I gotta get to work. Bye, I guess.”
“Why’s he all like that this morning?” Charlie said. “Look, it’s heartily out today! Isn’t this beautiful?”
“Not now, Charl.”
“You’ve said ‘not now’ for three years. C’mon, loosen up.”
“Not everyone’s as optimistic as you.”
“True…”
Diana walked away from me, rushing.
I was alone.
———
I was walking home from school. Yes, for the past three years…we’ve all been living in my own little universe. It’s weird, and no one’s gotten used to it. I don’t know how it started, or why we continue, but it does. It’s like the Force pushes us to do this. But the Force isn’t real, duh.
“G’evening, Dwight!”
“GET THE %$#@*& AWAY!” he screamed, holding tears back.
Oh, sheesh, what a nice dude, I thought. Now, this guy’s one of the “OGs.” He comes from the original Origami Yoda universe, the one the EU purposely sprouted from. In fact, maybe the EU existed all along. Who knows? The Force knows, but there’s no Force…duh.
As for my universe’s Dwight? And Tommy? And Sara? Well…they’re all on their own separate paths now.
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It Flashes Before You, Y’know?
By The Force
Tommy got down on his knees.
“Jen…will you please, please marry me?”
Jen paused. She didn’t seem all too enthusiastic.
“Tommy, I…”
Not a good sign.
She squealed. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Okay, now THAT’S a pretty good sign.
Tommy got up from the ground and hugged her.
“Oh, Tommy, I love you, I love you so much!”
…
“So how’s it going?” Harvey said, calling Sara.
“Good, dude. How are you?”
“I mean, I’m good. I think? Yeah, I’m good.”
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“Just a bit worried about Dwight. The Charlie kid’s his caretaker, though, and if there’s anyone I trust, it’s definitely not him,” he replied. She laughed. He continued, “He’s doing well with him, I heard. I think. I hope.”
“That’s just splendid,” Sara said. “Well, bye! See ya later, alligator!”
“Alright, alright. I love you, too.”
…
“Artist’s block hits you like an absolute BUS,” Remi said. “Have you come up with anything good yet for the studio?”
“Nope,” Ben commented, tired. “They’re gonna be soooooo mad.”
…
“I think it would be in its own right,” Quavondo said, acting on stage at the Chellbrek Theatre in Paris, France, “just a simple tragedy. No major harm done.”
“But it’s not right,” Cassie said. “Not right at all.”
“Well, it’d certainly be nice to get him out of our lives…for good,” Lisa remarked.
James Suervo Jr. popped up in a fancy blue tuxedo. “Well, that was very exquisite. Anyone sad I was gone?”
…
“Twins. Two boys,” the doctor said.
Amy formed a big smile, and giggled. She hugged Lance tightly, excited to the point of being almost out of breath.
“It’s happening, honey!”
Lance smiled.
It was happening.
Origami Yoda’s vision was correct.
…
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Murky was deep asleep while the science professor taught something boring about the anatomy of amphibians.
…
Kellen was busy drawing on his tablet.
“Wait ‘til they see this…”
He continued drawing. The details on the cowboy’s boots, the cartoony faces, the saddle on the giant snail…oh, it was the perfect comic strip! Everyone’d love it!
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Back Home
By Charlie
“Woah, Dwight, what’s this?” I asked. “You said you’d stay off the Budweiser!”
“Sorry…,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “I mean, c’mon, it’s been a couple months. Can’t a guy have a little fun?”
I looked at him in the eyes. “Okay, time to go to bed.”
Dwight got up, apprehensive. “AAAAGH, no, Charlie, please, not now…”
“Listen, I know you’re bitter about her, but it’s time to cheer up! Now is cheering up time, okay? And cheering up time is sleeping time, alright?”
“NO!” Dwight snapped. “I just want me, my…uh, drinks, and my TV! LEAVE!”
“I’m supposed to take care of your butt because of your big time depression, so can it and go to sleep!” I yelled. Five-Fold whined. I patted him on the head and whispered, “Shhhhhh, rest.”
“See, this is the problem with you, Keating. You still believe in the whole origami thing. It’s not some religion, y’know! You’re acting nutzo!”
Five-Fold started to cry.
“Oh, making sounds now, I see,” Dwight said angrily.
“It’s him, not me,” I argued.
Five-Fold started to sniff back some tears.
“That’s real convincing,” Dwight said, “but not gonna work. Not by even one percent. So just—”
Five-Fold cried, this time louder.
“Y’KNOW WHAT? HAVE THIS!”
Dwight slapped me. He slapped me.
My parents came into the room.
“Charlie!”
“Charlie!”
My mom ran up to Dwight. “GET THE %$@ OUT OF THIS HOUSE!”
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My Journey
By Dwight
Dwight Tharp. 18. Residence? Christiansburg, Virginia, U.S.A., Earth., Sol System, galaxy, local galactic cluster, universe. Best friend? No one as of now. Favorite color? I dunno anymore.
Have you ever felt at peace? A slightly warm Sunday morning. You wake up. You’re a bit groggy, but a fair enough amount, nothing too extreme. The blankets are disheveled. So are the pillows. And her hair. You sigh, knowing it’s another long day. You get up, take a couple pills, and say hi to her. Oh, her hair’s stuck in her mouth again, of course. That’s obvious. You caress it, and say, “Good morning, sleepyhead.” She responds with a sincere but sleepy-sounding, maybe too sleepy-sounding, “G’mornin’, hon.” Your classes don’t start until that afternoon, because of course you wanna spend time with her.
You crack open the eggs. Take out the bacon. Oh, it’s about to expire. Just in a couple days. Might as well use all of it now, huh?
You sit down, waiting for her to get up. You don’t touch your plate, not eating a single bit. Not a smidge, not a molecule, not a single little microscopic atom. The breeze hits you. It’s very light, moves your dirty blonde hair a bit. You grin. The fabrics of the table cloth are just thick enough, yet flexible. You breathe in, tapping your fingers on the table as the breeze gets a small bit rougher. You take it in. Feels good. It all feels good.
You’re at peace.
She gets up. Oh, finally! She heads off to get dressed as you start to rest in your chair. You close your eyes. Well, now, you’re asleep. Ironic.
Then it happened. She comes out, looking as pretty as a peach, but makes a surprise announcement.
It’s too far away.
No, it’s not.
We can’t maintain our relationship like that, honey.
Yeah, Dwight, we can. We CAN.
No, it’s just…too…
“Too” what?
I just…it’s…
Dwight, if you’re not happy with me, it’s fine.
You know I have…y’know, thoughts of…
Yes. Keating’s going to take care of you.
Are you crazy? The little prick’s gonna be a thorn in my side! You can’t leave me like this! And who’s gonna take care of the apartment?
Kellen’s gonna use this as his studio until we come back.
Campbell? No, no, Caroline, please.
I’m sorry, Dwight, it’s just…AAH! Why’d you…?!?
I’m so sorry, hon, it’s nothing, it can be repaired.
This table was my grandmother’s!
Oh my God…oh my God, I’m so sorry…
I can’t with you anymore. Goodbye, Dwight.
No…
NO.
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Micah’s Shame
By Charlie
After school, me, Micah and some others were simply having out near the local QwikPick.
“So, like, I said to Clark—”
“Yeah, shut it, Ally,” Noah said.
“Hey, did I ever tell you guys something funny?” Micah asked. Everyone shook their heads.
“Oh, well, funny thing is, heh, well…you know Jacob?”
“He’s still a serious subject among us, man,” Robot Harvey said.
“It’s been five years, loosen up. Anyways, so, like, basically, we were battling this evil version of Jacob who was working with me to destroy the multiverse, y’know, that…but, um…so…Jacob might’ve saved the day by wishing away all Jacobs. Like, all. In all of the multiverse.”
Silence.
“What?” Sara asked.
“Oh, you heard me. Anyways, that was ways ago, so…yeah.”
“He was my friend, man,” Sara said.
“Oh, this not cool.”
“How could you not tell us this?”
“Micah?”
“Respond to us!”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before,” he said, “but he had to do it, and to keep you all safe, I hid it.”
“WELL,” Robot Tommy said, “IF THAT IS SO, AND YOU HID THE TRUTH ABOUT THE DEATH OF OUR FRIEND, ALLLLLL VERSIONS OF OUR FRIEND, YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BREATHE THIS UNIVERSE’S AIR. OR ANY UNIVERSE’S AIR, FOR THAT MATTER.”
Robot Tommy took out a repulser ray-like device and laser-beamed Micah. His flesh, bones, organs and blood splattered across the park, going all over everyone’s faces.
Micah was dead.
“HAD TO BE DONE, I GUESS,” Robot Tommy said. “WAIT ‘TILL EVERYONE HEARS ABOUT THE JACOB THING.”
As everyone walked away, I ran up to Micah’s head. Its bones, brain, bones and everything else had abandoned it completely. Just a lump of flesh with two eyes and some black hair.
“I’m so sorry, man…”
I held Micah’s head in my hands.
“This was all Jacob’s fault. I’m so sorry you were put in that position. By the heavens, now you’re gone. You did the right thing, I know you did, I know it…”
I started crying. I got on my knees.
“Captain…”
———
I finished putting dirt over the hole where I put all of Micah’s flesh parts and bones (at least the ones I could find, really). I grabbed a very blended twig that somewhat looked like Yoda’s head and slammed it onto the pile of dirt, like that X made of two twigs in Logan. I muttered something I can’t remember now and walked away, silently. My friend…I think he was my friend…was gone.
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Goodbye
By The Force
“It’s the Mail-ennium Falcon!” a strange brown trooper said. “Oh, the boss is gonna like this! Boys, get it out!”
A giant canon made entirely of Skittles was brought out by three troopers. A fourth trooper manned the cannon, and pointed it towards the Falcon. A spear flew through the air…into the Falcon’s side.
“Goodbye, JC!”
“Bye, Verny!”
They both looked out the cockpit.
Vernon muttered to himself, “See ya soon, Micah.”
The ship blew up. Pieces of paper all over.
All.
Over.
Blood all over, too.
All.
Over.
It was in a small desert area in Seattle. Now if only our heroes could come there…
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The New Ones
By Charlie
I walked out of the park with everyone else. It was silent. Robot Tommy was still wiping Micah’s blood off. Maybe too silent. Most likely the right amount. We didn’t say a word, not until a mysterious black portal appeared in front of us.
“Wait,” I said, “what the Hutt?”
“Not the time for puns!” Diana said. “Wait, aren’t they usually blue?”
A girl who look exactly like Rey—yes, that Rey, Star Wars Rey—and some type of Chewbacca clone popped out of the portal and came smashing onto the ground.
Robot Harvey started to screech, “IT’S DAISY RIDLEY, SQUEEEEEEEEE—”
I fainted again.
…
I woke up in a small tent, the Rey clone hovering over me.
“Huh?” I said. “This feels like a bad Star Wars fanfiction, I’m gonna go to sleep.”
“No,” she said, “now’s not the time for that.”
“My head hurts. Listen, I’m not 100% sure about any of this multiverse business, and now that Rey from freakin’ Star Wars is here—”
“I’m not Rey. I mean, I am, but not really. She continued, “I am O-Rey-Gami Skywalker! I come from what they call a “metaverse.” A universe which knows about the multiverse’s existence. All inhabitants of that universe are…everyone’s puppets. From the universe with Marvel puppets and the universe with Lord of the Rings puppets to the countless universes with Star Wars puppets, we are…real life versions of them.”
I stood silent.
“One question,” I replied. “My Brain really does hurt from all this info, but just one little question: are you guys made of paper?”
She slapped me.
“Don’t be rude!” she said. “‘Paper’ is a very inappropriate word, you know that?”
I fainted. For the third time.
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Palpatine
By The Force
Seattle. There was a small portal there. About the size of 976 schoolbuses. Three years ago, a pitch black factory popped out of the portal. The portal led to the Sith home world, Korriban. At least in ‘Legends,’ as they call it. The original universe. But then another cosmic entity pushed ‘Legends’ away…it glitched. It shook. It became living hell for all of its inhabitants.
PÅŁPĀ+ÎÑĖ DĮD ŃØ+ WÃÑ+ ÄŃŸ Ô4 +HÁ+.
The teenage clone of Palpatine kept snacking and snacking on a pile of at least four million Skittles. He was in his personal chamber aboard the factory. Two guards clad in brown armor surrounded him. Skittle Troopers. Artificial beings he created using the skittles to serve him. But they weren’t the only ones.
Aboard that factory there were at least eighteen thousand regular Skittle Troopers, one thousand Skittle Gunners, and fifty-two Skittle Guards, most serving close to Palpatine’s vast personal quarters, chambers, rooms and halls.
Nineteen thousand.
Twenty thousand.
A hundred thousand.
This was getting too big, Palpatine thought. I must have more!
Other gigantic factories such as his popped into existence across the Seattle desert.
An army.
No.
A fleet.
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The Foldalorian, Chapter Four: A New Place
HOLD UP—
By Charlie
Me and Five-Fold raced down the subway tracks, Alex Farlatti the III following us, panting and angry.
“I have you on my trail, Foldo,” he said.
“WAAAHHHGHHHH!” Five-Fold whined.
“Yeah, enough, I get it, little man.”
“You weirdo!” Alex said. “You know, you’re my one-way ticket to being a senior member of the guild! You’re the bubbles…”
He pointed at Five-Fold.
“…he’s the soap and container…”
He pointed at himself.
“…and I’m the naive little kid blowing the bubbles.”
“Well, you sure are naive,” I said, kicking him in the face. He went flying backwards as Five-Fold and I escaped onto the subway. He ran towards the vehicle, but it closed its doors before.
“Oh, kriff, I’m hungry as a Hutt. C’mon, man, let’s go.”
Everyone in our compartment thought I was nutzo. They all looked at me with utter disgust as I walked away.
“ALRIGHT!” someone on the speaker said. “THIS IS A SEVEN HOUR TRIP TO GOOD OL’ NEW YORK CITY, EVERYONE! HOLD ON, ENJOY, AND REMEMBER TO SLEEP, HAHAHA. REMEMBER, NO STOPS!”
I gulped.
Seven Hours Later
By Charlie
“Holy…”
I was speechless. NYC! NYC…WOW! It was…
“…Bantha dung.”
Homeless people, a distinct smog smell, an abundance of litter, etc., etc.
“So this is what a big city is like.”
Five-Fold giggled. Oh, he knew. Somehow the little paper prick knew.
I looked behind me. A fence lizard. I’m not sure, but I think it nodded at me. I nodded back.
We walked through the roads, through the piles and piles of abandoned cans and bottles, through the alleys where the rats, empty pizza boxes and homeless people all lied. Finally, we found somewhere which might be hospitable…
“Wheeler…Benjamin…High School. Noice.”
I and Five-Fold walked inside, unaware of what would come next.
“Hello, intruder.”
I was in the student body council room, a high school senior girl circling me like a vulture.
“Who are you? Where do you come from?”
“McQuarrie…Middle. My name is…Dan Plajeis.”
“Nice.”
I looked around.
“So…can I leave?”
“NO! See, I need you to…get someone for me.”
“Who?”
“A girl named Fox Hallad. See, ever since the end of the Kirby-Wheeler War, she’s been running the Kirby King…and…she’s…really bad at it. She sucks at her job. She’s a jerk, too, to add to that. I need you to…take care of her.”
“What’s she done to make her bad at her job?”
“She’s…made the King a gossip paper. She’s thrown this place into madness. Different origami-wielding fandoms everywhere. We used to have just Marvel puppets; now DC, Star Wars, Harry Potter, James Bond, the Terminator, Rocky, Toy Story, Mickey Mouse and all those others. So do you accept?”
I looked up at the girl.
“I mean, I guess so.”
I held out my hand. “Charlie Keating, unlicensed middle school bounty hunter.”
She held out hers and we shook. “Seyla Solstice, Wheeler student body president.”
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A Rookie—But Older Than Me
By Charlie
I walked into the cafeteria. Rowdy kids everywhere. Ugh. High schoolers.
Of course, I had to oblige to Seyla’s rules, so I had to find my…*sigh*…partner to find Fox. Apparently she’s secretive and constantly hides, but this guy’s a good navigator. A really good navigator.
“Hey, do you know a ‘Pole Torkinson?’” I asked some kid.
“No,” he said. “Get off my case, idiot.”
“Sheesh,” I whispered, sulking away.
“I’m Pole Torkinson.”
I turned around. Some freshmen sitting alone on a bench. No food. He carried…a stuffed polar bear.
“Nice to meetcha, Pole.”
“Ditto, Keating. Seyla filled me in.”
We stood there.
“Hey,” I said. “So, like, when the Hutt are we gonna go out for Fox?”
“Now,” he said. He dusted off his bear, getting up.
“What’s the—”
“It’s like that thing,” he said, pointing to Five-Fold. “But not a piece of Star Wars origami.”
I nodded. “Reasonable.”
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Fox, Locks and Mynocks
By Charlie
I, Pole and Five-Fold creeped closer to the girls’ locker room.
“Wait…Pole…”
I turned him around.
“…Pole, what the Shaak Ti is this? Are you…a peeping Tom?”
He became wide eyed. “AAGH, no, man. Def not. It’s not gonna be time for anyone to come in here for at least another half an hour…but…shhhhhhhh…”
He put his hand over my mouth. We listened, quiet as mice. We heard giggling.
“This is her favorite secret hangout spot. She likes to look at her phone and loiter during this time.”
“Yeah, sure!” Fox said, us overhearing it. “I’ll try my best to invite Brent! Okay! Bye-bye! Byeeeeeeeee!” She hung up, still giggling, when…
“AHHHHHHH!”
She dropped her phone on the floor, cracking it. We both stood face-to-face with her.
“Weird guy?”
Pole laughed. “Me? Weird?”
“Yeah, because of that,” she said, booping the bear on the nose. Pole slapped her hand away afterwards. “Why are you in the girls’ locker room AGAIN, dude? Trying to—look—again? Not gonna work this time around, bud.”
I looked at him. “You’re a big ol’ liar!” I shouted. “You gigantic piece of Mynock crap!”
“No, little guy, he’s tried so many times today to just look at me. Especially in class. Ugh. He must find me attractive or something. Aaaaaaand you must be his little brother,” she said. “Nice to know the family’s weirdness is carrying on. Bye, losers.”
She picked up her phone and turned around, sighing.
“Hey, Goldilocks!” Pole said. Fox turned around, groaning. Pole hit her in the face with the bear.
“Aaahhhhh! I have darn fur all over my mouth! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh…..”
She ran out of the locker room and away.
“Well, that was nice. You didn’t help at all, Charlie-Marlie-Karlie-Rarlie. But, ya know, Jerry’s gonna be SO happy when I bring you back to him.”
“Wha—”
Pole knocked me out.
———
I woke up. I was tied to a chair in the library, Pole circling me.
“It’s a game of cat and mouse, dear Charles,” Pole said. “I followed you here. Did you really think Alex was alone? He had a little strike team in the shadows. Him, me, Aaron, and two others who I’d rather forget. Now…I’ve been acting weird and goofy all day, disguising myself as a high schooler, Charles…until you came…I convinced Seyla to give me you as my partner to hunt down Fox…and we failed. Do you realize Fox was not earned at all about how bad at her job or jerky she is? Hm? I purposely scared her off quickly. Seyla rages, Charles. And now…the raging will come…to you!”
He booked me on the nose. He picked up the stuffed polar bear and waved his little stuffed hand at me.
“Buh-bye!” Pole made the bear say.
“Pole…please tell me…why do you have the bear?”
“I’m Pole!” Pole said, continuing with the bear. “Pole the mystical polar bear! Ciao, now!”
He said bye in English after that…
…and then I heard high heels.
“KEEEEEEEEATIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!”
Solstice.
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w o w
By The Force
A kid with cranky metal boots came up to Charlie, asleep in the chair at night in the library. He had scratches all over his face, all from Seyla’s sharp nails.
“Poor boy,” he said. The kid was Lance Armstrong.
“C’mon, Lan-Lan, we gotta go,” Amy said. Lance shushed her quickly and put a one-way ticket to Christainsburg, Virginia in Charlie’s hands. He then took out a Swiss Army Knife and cut through the ropes tying Keating to the chair.
The—former—wielders of Boba Felt and Art2-D2 walked away from Keating, still asleep.
The Next Morning…
By Charlie
I woke up. Five-Fold cooed, scratched as well.
I looked down. A ticket? To Christiansburg? Niiiice. I guess either Seyla might have pitied me a bit, or Chicken God came from above to grant me with it.
“Oh, man…I’ve had just about enough of NYC…”
I got up. My knees were scratched, too. I almost fell, but I sustained myself and got up proudly. I wobbled walked over to the door and walked out.
“Oh…ugh…aaauuuggghhhhh…”
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The Foldalorian, Chapter Five: In War, We Are
You Remember?
By The Force
I sat on the couch.
“Clark, you [CENSORED FOR SOAPY LANGUAGE], come over here.”
My roommate and fellow former OrigAvenger, Clark Largent, walked up to me groggily.
“What is it? Dude, I need coffee before I talk to anyone.”
“Clark, people are coming. Something’s coming. I don’t know what or how, but…”
“Okay, dude, you need some coffee, too,” Clark consoled. “C’mon, let’s go.”
Guillermo sighed.
Skirmish!
By Adam
“Red Two, do you copy?” I said, holding up a pair of red scissors. Three full battalions of OriTroopers stood in front of us, ready to fight hand-on.
“Copy that, Red Leader,” Claire said.
“Red Three, do you copy?”
“Copy that, Red Leader,” Reuben said.
“Red Four, do you copy?”
“Copy that, Red Leader,” Earl said.
“Red Five, do you copy?”
“Um, yessir-didilly-do, Red One or whatever it was,” Charlie said. I sighed.
“Red Leader, standing by.”
“Red Two, standing by.”
“Red Three, standing by.”
“Red Four, standing by.”
“Red Five, definitely standing by.”
“Sergeant, hold back your fire,” an OriTrooper said. “Actually, eh, don’t. Let’s go!”
They started shooting with their Nerf blasters at us. As we came closer, the OriTroopers held out their perfectly folded stormtrooper origami finger puppets, all chairing in unison, “HALT IN THE NAME OF THE FOLD REPUBLIC!”
We started cutting through their origami with our scissors (which were a pretty good substitute for X-Wings, I guess).
“Okay, we need backup,” Clair said into the walkie-talkie. “Call our Mandafoldian allies in the cafeteria. Get Gold Squadron and Rogue Squadron in here pronto.”
Suddenly, some kids with origami swans (I’m assuming Rogue Squadron…?) and a smaller group with yellow Sharpie highlighters (probably Gold Squadron) Fan up to us.
“What’s the sitch?” a kid from Rogue Squadron said.
“Take. Down. Those. Troopers!” I yelled, as another tried to tackle me and missed.
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Didn’t You Hear?
By The Force
“I mean, I think you’re kind of pretty,” Andrew said.
“Noooooo, you are,” Ashely replied. They were bickering flirtatiously in the library.
“Nooooooooo, you,” Andrew responded.
“Noooooooooo, you,” Ashley giggled.
“Do you know if you’re pretty? I know you’re pretty, that’s for sure,” Andrew asked.
“INQUISITORS!” the Client said, running up hurriedly to the pair. “My dear only two OriInquisitors left, the 501st, 402nd and 323rd are being attacked past the fifth corridor and between the second stairway and first floor.”
“Got it,” Ashely said. “C’mon, Andy, let’s go.”
Andrew groaned and followed.
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Legacy
By Charlie
“Hey,” Tommy said, coming in my bedroom. “How’s it coming along?”
I looked down at my Luke Skyfolder puppet, which was being colored in a rushed manner.
“Well,” I said. “It’s going to look less derpy than Noah’s, that’s for sure.”
“Yes,” Tommy laughed. “Oh, since the Knights of Ren and Coke…back in seventh grade…oh, man, did I think evil was over. Definitely not. But you’re the Chosen One, Charlie. It’s your destiny.”
“I thought Noah was the Chosen One?” I asked.
“No,” Tommy said, grinning. “Maybe in some different universe where the Knights of Pen attacked in eighth grade or somethin’. It was always you. Always will be.”
I nodded at Tommy. He smiled and left.
———
“Hey!” Ashely said. “You! Charlie! Charlie Keating!”
She looked straight at me…and the Foldalorian.
“You are hereby under in school suspension due to the possession of an origami finger puppet. Or any origami, for that matter. Come to me now.”
I laughed. “You’re pathetic.”
“To you,” Ashely said. “To others, I’m a hero of the school, and the Fold Republic, too. People look at me like they look at you. I’m loved, too. I’m hated, too. There are always two sides to a story, Keating. Learn that.”
She took out her origami Second Sister. Andrew took out his origami Grand Inquisitor.
“Not this time,” I said, waving the Foldalorian.
“Puppet fight!”
The origami Second Sister and the Foldalorian started batting against each other mindlessly. Then, Ashely started to bat harder, and the Foldalorian’s paper helmet started to crumple (just a tiny bit).
Then I felt a tingling sensation.
It came from my pocket. I looked down at it. Five-Fold. I put him on my other finger.
“The asset!” Ashely said. “Andy, the main asset’s here!”
“Oh, yeah!” Andrew said, speedwalking over.
“Heeerrrrmmmmmmm…fools, rush in, they do,” I said through Five-Fold, although it felt…like Five-Fold was saying it through me.
As soon as that happened, another mysterious surge of enters busted into me. I felt An urging need to win this thumb war. I started to push against the origami Second Sister.
“Rage, do not, young Keating. Rush in, you must not.”
I ignored Five-Fold—er, myself.
“Young Keating, rush in, do not! Must not! MUST! MUST!”
I took both Five-Fold and the Foldalorian off. They both laid on the ground as I tore the origami Second Sister apart.
Five-Fold started to cry as Andrew neared both him and the Foldalorian Puppet, and picked both up. He consoled Ashely, looking with sadness at her ripped puppet.
“I’m sorr—”
“GO AWAY!” Ashely said.
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Only Hope
By The Force
“Did you hear the news?”
“Yes, another one…”
“Another Chosen One?”
“In the galaxy of Mandafoldians and Fold Republics. One of the countless alternate realities of the one where origami counterparts of us roam on younglings’ fingers.”
“And who is he or she?”
“A Mandafoldian. A good one.”
“We’ve never talked this much in one sitting about multiversal problems…”
“He needs us.”
“Not now. Soon. But not now.”
“…”
“It’s okay, Luke. Soon.”
“Thanks, father.”
“Hrrrrmmmmmm…that boy, not our only hope, he was…and more than one other, there was, yes…”
“I know. Hey, Aayla, Obi-Wan, how’re the rounds going?”
“The guy with the origami Iron Man’s bawling his eyes out again.”
“Well, he always does that.”
“And…we sense a disturbance. In the galaxys of the Mandafoldians. The Chosen One…used…the Dark Side.”
“NO!”
“It’s okay, Master Yoda. It’ll be nothing.”
“Eeeuuurrrrgggghhhhhhh…yes, Anakin, soon, very soon…sooner than expected, it will be…”
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Moons, They’re Ugly To You
By The Force
“This is a bit magical
A bit mythical
Yeah”
“Don’t forget me
It’ll make it sad
Don’t forget me, man”
“I love you
But you don’t back
And that
Makes me a bit sad”
—~—~haikus by W.T.W.W.~—~—
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W.T.W.W.?
By Charlie
I tapped Andrew on the shoulder.
“Huh?” he muttered, confused as heck.
I punched him in the face. Then again, and harder. Then a third time, and even harder than the second. He started to fall when I pulled him up and kneed him four times. I then let him drop, his nose bleeding furiously. I took Five-Fold and the Foldalorian back.
“WHO THE [CENSORED FOR SOAPY LANGUAGE] WANTS MORE?”
Every single OriTrooper retreated.
I looked behind myself. HI Guy, Claire, Earl, McKenzie and the other Mandafoldians.
“Charles?” Claire said. “What…what was that?”
“We won,” I said. “We won the fight.”
“Not the war,” she said. “And what you just did was not necessary by any means if it isn’t the finale battle of the war.”
“Charl,” HI Guy said. “We’re sorry…but this is the final line. You’re no Mandafoldian, Charl. Not to us, not anymore.”
“Then I surrender the child,” I said. I put Five-Fold into HI Guy’s hands. “Take care of it. Please, please do. But if I am no Mandafoldian…I am no longer worthy.”
His whole face is covered up by that thick blue winter hoodie, but I swear somehow through it I saw the most careful eyes look straight into my soul.
I left.
As I made my way out of school (even though the day wasn’t over), I saw a fence lizard. And a few worms. We were in full-blown snowy and rainy season, after all. Also, a few cars. Five grey. Two white. Ten black. One red.
I looked at the fence lizard.
It had the axolotl’s soul in it or something like that, didn’t it? Did the axolotl even ever have a soul?
“I know. You used to be the protector of the guy. Then I. Now…whoever will be. I guess time will tell.”
I looked down at the ground.
“What’s that W-T-W thing?” I asked myself aloud. Then…
I heard a very, VERY, VEEEEEEEERY loud screeching noise. Right inside, Claire’s walkie-talkie was buzzing, making the loudest emitting sound possible. I went inside quickly and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Keating. It’s your old pal.”
“Lomax? Holy…holy…why do you sound like that?”
“Puberty hit me, man. Like a freakin’ bus. I’m right outside in the red car. We all are. And for your information…it’s W.T.W.W., not ‘W-T-W.’ Get it right, dude.”
I laughed, then hung up.
“Master Foldy-Wan came home.”
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“We Got A Call”
By Charlie
Tommy opened the door, followed by Kellen Campbell, Harvey Cunningham, Sara Bolt, and many, many others.
“Hey-hey!” Tommy yelped. “You…you…you’re…small, man.”
“You’re big, man,” I said. “Really big.”
“That’s what she said!” Tommy replied, then winking at me. Oh no, I thought. He’s back…and with dad jokes this time.
“So it was a pain to get Sara here all the way from Washington state. Right, Sara?”
She groaned. “Yeah, I did this on the way because I don’t wanna deal with my stupid brother anymore. I haven’t seen any of these losers since my bro took control of the Mandafoldians for a couple weeks.”
“But…wait…I thought you were with Tommy during Fold 66!”
“Oh, goodness no,” Sara said. “I had to break up with him when we moved to Washington. “That was a month or so before that darn Fold 66 thing. And by then, I heard he’d already moved on…”
She glanced over at Jen.
“Romantic drama,” Harvey said. “Ugh. Well, I guess I got something out of it.”
“What do you—?”
“Come along now. We have a war to win,” Harvey said. I noticed him take an agitated Sara’s hand, and they kind of cuddled up to each other.
“Excuse me, what the Fett happened here?”
“Weeeelllllllllll,” Murky said, “my sister died from a car incident, I’m a godfather now, Amy got a nose ring—”
“Who convinced someone as picture perfect as her to do that?” I asked.
“Me!” Lance Armstrong said happily.
“My man!” I replied, and we high-fived.
Murky continued. “…Quavondo’s been an actor for a while now, and I’m pretty sure he had a cameo as that guy who looked like a prototype Boba Fett in Solo and was a stunt double for Tom Holland in Infinity War, etc., etc…and also, Kellen’s a part-time comic strip artist.”
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let le final battle begin boyos
By Charlie
I walked inside with everyone. Claire, the Mandafoldians, Red, Golden and Rogue Squadron all looked at us. Suddenly, Kellen Campbell came rushing through the door.
“Oh my God, I’m so late! Sorry! Those darn New Yorkers have tough deadlines!”
Silence.
“Does anyone wanna follow me on Twitter? KelCamp01?”
Silence.
“You’ve all come together…how sweet…the high school aged strike team behind the mysterious Willy the Walking Waffle project…”
He pointed at Tommy and Kellen.
“Lomax…you were L…Campbell…you were C…and let’s not forget the pitiful Second Origami Rebel Alliance. Claire, are these all your forces?”
“We’re small,” she replied, “but stronger than Revenge of the Sith and the Force Awakens’s plot armor combined.”
“True,” he said. “Oh, how I remember the revenge of the Sith and the awakening of the Force like it was yesterday.”
“Wait!” Tommy said. “Coke…Supreme Liter Coke?”
“You guessed it!” the Client—er, SLC snappily said back. “But not the one you fouight. I’m from a universe which was corrupted. I got sick and it’s of that unruly place and started going universe-hopping. Hop here, hop there. There’s even a universe literally just like this one, but Charlie and the others don’t exist, and you people fought me in your eighth grade year.”
“That’s weird,” Tommy said. “But wait-wait-wait-wait-wait. Holllllllldddddd up. There’s…a multiverse?”
“Uh, I’m pretty certain,” SLC said.
“This…oh…wow…”
“Yeah, I can tell I’m just going to have to defeat you people and move on to the next universe. Two and a half years here is way too much time.”
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The Foldalorian, Chapter Six: Supreme Liter
Note from the author, SLS: Sorry, but this chapter will be the last, and sadly…the shortest. This story’s been fun to update through the months. Thanks for joining me on this ride, everyone. 🤟🏻
“So how’d you get that call?” I asked. “To come back here…to little ol’ McQuarrie?”
“Me, baby!” Ruth said. “Well, it looks like we’ve gotten the whole gang back together, eh?” He wrapped his arms around Jacob and Mike. Both shoved him away gently, Jacob muttering, “Don’t touch me.”
“Luckily for me…I do have a couple people,” SLC said loud and clear, “on my side.”
Dan—the Fortune Clone Trooper—and several platoons of kids from grades six to twelve carrying origami clone troopers arrived, seemingly exhausted.
“Begin.”
We all ran towards each other. Puppets clashed, fists clashed, knees clashed, etc., etc., etc. Lockers got dented. Chocolate milk was spilled. Black-and-blue eyes were formed. Plastic Rise of Skywalker lunchboxes were damaged. Absolute chaos.
It was then when HI Guy turned me around to their face. I looked at them straight into their hoodie as the school-wide battle kept raging on.
“Hey,” they said. “So, like, just blatantly, I think I lowkey have a crush on you.”
“No homo, but me, too.”
“What’d you mean, ‘no homo?’” The HI Guy took off their hoodie, to reveal—HOLY CRAP IT’S A GIRL IT’S A GIRL IT’S A GIRL SHE’S A REDHEAD REEEEEEEE—
“Charl? Charl? Charlie!”
I came back to my senses.
“War, remember? Let’s win this!”
I nodded, nervous as heck.
“Yes!” SLC said, Ashley and Andrew surrounding him. “The work is complete! War! WAR!”
“Wait a sec,” Charlie said. “You’re not all powerful, SLC.”
He turned around.
“What?”
“Yeah, you’re not. If what you say is true…and you do come from another universe…well, then, it’s true. But did that place feel like home?”
“Yeah.”
“Why be like this, then, huh? Seems kinda dumb of a plan. What’s the endgame? What’s at the end of your plan? Is there an end to your plan?”
SLC stood there.
“Exactly. So be who you are, SLC. And I’ll keep being who I am. I may not be a Luke Skyfolder anymore—the Purge ruined my chance to be that—but the Foldalorian can save something, so HE’LL save THIS school.”
Silence.
“Nicely worded, Keating,” Supreme Liter Coke said. “Goodbye, I guess. I might as well get back to my universe of origins and try to explain…where I’ve been.”
He opened up a blueish-colored portal and existed into the other universe through it. It closed on McQuarrie.
“The Fold Republic…is not over!”
Several OriTroopers, including Dan, raised their origami stormtroopers and clone troopers in the air.
“We are now the Schoolactic Empire!” Dan said. “When I say ‘praise,’ you say ‘the Empire!’ Praise!”
“The Empire!”
“Praise!”
“The Empire!”
“Praise!”
“The Empire!”
Interlude
By Guillermo
Diary Entry #107
Hey, y’all! Guillermo Valenzuela here, just to say that it was a success! The Fold Republic, which recently was renamed as the still lesser known title of the “Schoolactic Empire,” was just defeated by me! (And some little middle school kids.)
That’s just peachy, right? Ttyl!
[NOTICE TO NOAH: Hey, so I slightly updated the acknowledgments. You can keep it alongside the first set of acknowledgements, just as a memento.
Acknowledgments: Updated!
Thank you. Everyone. Just…just everyone. Everyone!!! This little fandom based on a book series about middle school students with Star Wars puppets warms my heart, and I’m so glad to be apart of it! The “Foldalorian universe,” as it’s affectionally called, is now open to all Superfolders! Go wild, guys! Love you all! And I really do mean all, you guys really mean a lot to me. —Skywalker
BONUS POST-ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS EPILOGUE: Resurge!
By Charlie
We were parting the Fold Repblic’s defeat Endor-style in Maseec Ruum—I mean, the music room. Where it all began. Guillermo chatted with Harvey and Jacob about high school and how college is soooooooo much harder than it, as Zack (yes, that jerk) reminisced in the corner about pummeling a once little, tot-sized Tommy and Kellen.
“WAIIIIIIIIIT!”
Mike entered. McQuarrie’s Holocron Keeper. The former crying kid. Resident nerd (when he attended here).
“There’s been a resurgence…last in our universe…”
He took out two Skittles.
“Tommy, I suggest you eat one,” Mike said. “Wish for whatever you want. Whateverrrrrrr.”
“I’m not sure…”
“C’mon, man,” I said. “You can do it.”
Tommy looked at the Skittle long and hard.
He grabbed it and popped it in his mouth.
…
An eighth grade McQuarrie crew woke up, next to a sixth grade me, Claire, HI Gu—I mean, Girl (still don’t know her name) and the other sixth grade 2nd Rebellion members.
“What’d do you?!?” Harvey said. “Oh my God…do my parents still have memories of the past two years?”
“Yeah,” Tommy said.
“Okay, time to get things back to normal.” I picked up the other Skittle and popped it into my mouth.
…
We all woke up, back in the music room…the same.
“I didn’t change a thing,” I said.
“Why?” Tommy said. “Aren’t there all sorts of things you’d like to improve?”
“No,” he replied. “Scars help us, Tommy. They remind us of who we are, and they help us heal. And when they heal, we’re strong and better than ever once more. That’s the secret, Tommy. So hush up and get back, because I heard 10th grade chemistry class is really hard.”
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BONUS POST-ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS EPILOGUE: My Plan…
“Oh, the fools, the ABSOLUUUUUUUUUTE FOOLS…”
Supreme Liter Coke paced around, excited.
“Oh, there was never any SLC. The Supreme Liter they fought in seventh grade was just one of my…products…and, oh…the one in the main EU…oh, that one’s not even a person…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH…everything…is…HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA…”
He laughed evilly, banging his fist against the bars of the balcony’s barrier.
“Oh, by the Force, they’re so idiotic…soon…soon…”
The Client sighed, then grinning, on the balcony of the Sith temple on Korriban.
BONUS POST-ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS EPILOGUE: No!
“Well…I guess that must be true…”
Tommy sighed.
“I guess it really must. Oh, well.”
“Guys? GUYS!”
It was Jacob Minch. They all turned around.
“Guuuuyyyyys!”
Jacob’s arms were disappearing into thin air.
“Bro!” Noah said, grabbing onto Jacob’s shoulder, which then disappeared itself. Noah’s arm fell down. “Bro, what’s going on?!?”
“Oh my…I don’t know…I don’t dang know…holy f…”
Jacob’s head disparaged before he could finished. Then his legs. His toros flopped around, still alive, on the ground. His non-existent head screamed in agony, everyone hearing. His torso disappeared, and with that, the screaming ceased. Jacob was no more.
Noah fell down to his knees. He put his hands to his face and started crying furiously.
“Oh my God…Jacob…”
Frankie comforted Noah, everyone else silent.
“What just happened?” Noah said.
THE END…?
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Revenge of the Origami Sith
By Grand Master Skywalker
Note: This is a sequel to the original Mandafoldian story of the now expensive “Foldalorian universe,” and a prequel to “The Foldalorian” and “The Origami Jedi Aftermath.” Enjoy…
“Steady, Ben,” Tommy said. “Don’t dang hit your head, you goof-upper.”
“I’m good, I’m good,” Ben Mantrue said, holding his E-Z Darth Paper. “Where’s Cheesy-us?”
They were in the music room. Empty, barren. Supposedly, a rogue bounty hunter with a General Grievous half-string cheese/half-tin foil puppet was awaiting their arrival, looking to fight the Origami Rebel Alliance’s best.
“General Cheesy-us is a darn coward, and you know that,” Tommy said. “I mean, Charlie’s said no word on the matter or himself…yet, but it seems like that.”
“Foldy-Wan Kenobi! Anakin Skyfolder!”
Tommy and Ben hurriedly turned around. Fredrick MacWenten, with General Cheesy-us in hand. Around him were several bounty hunters. The duo had already dealt with all of them on more than one occasion each, but they had all seemingly abandoned their original puppets in favor of B1 and B2 battle droid puppets.
“Bring their puppets to me,” Fred said, holding out his hand. Tommy and Ben gave their origami to a bounty hunter, who in turn gave it to Fred.
“Ah, these will make a fine addition to my collection.” He opened his hoodie. Meghan’s OriAhsoka? Princess Labelmaker? An origami Jar Jar Binks?
“You may go now,” Fred said. “I have your origami.”
Been spoke up. “We would, MacWenten, you short runt, but I like to thank the Maker for Walmart.”
He took a plastic Anakin’s lightsaber from Walmart out of his pocket, activating it.
“Well, then,” Fred said. “Begin, boys.”
Two bounty hunters threw Meghan (who, ironically, likes to be called Fred) at the pair. She laid there, not getting up a single bit.
“Meg?” Ben said. He turned her over. She was knocked out.
“Sixth graders can do a surprising amount of damage,” Fred said, giggling. “Aaron, apple me.”
A bounty hunter with a Droideka puppet threw a green apple at Fred, who caught it instantly. He took one single bite of it, then spitting it up…on Meghan. Ben scowled.
“Ugh, Granny Smith,” Fred said. “Go take it.” He started to cough furiously. “Oh my god, that apple’s gonna make me choke.”
He threw the apple…and it landed hard on Meghan’s head.
“Okay, now you get it!” Ben said, running up towards Fred, plastic lightsaber at the ready.
Fred punched Ben in the face. He feel to the floor, right next to his apprentice.
“Oh, OW,” Ben said.
Meghan woke up, throwing the apple away. “Oh…ugh…disgusting…”
She looked over. Ben had a black-and-blue eye.
“Ben, you look repulsing. C’mon, let’s get out of here.”
“Uh, guys,” Tommy said. “They’re about to leave.”
The trio looked over.
“Prepare my wagon,” Fred said. A bounty hunter revealed a red wagon. Fred put Ben’s plastic saber, Foldy-Wan, Anakin, OriAhsoka, Labelmaker and Jar Jar in it. They then slammed the back door of the music room open and left.
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Betrayal & Trust, Trust & Betrayal
As soon as Ben, Meghan and Tommy walked out of the music room, it was complete chaos. Rowdy kids with origami clone troopers, led by Dan, were fighting rowdy kids with origami B1s, probably other bounty hunters.
“Lorax,” Dan said, “we’re about to blow! The B1 puppet army has cornered us in the southeast and northeast corridors!”
“Release the ARC-170s,” Tommy said. “Give Dwight the direct order.”
Dan nodded and ran across the hall to Dwight Tharp, spitting furiously at a guy with a B1 puppet, holding Origami Yoda and “Captain Rexigami.” He was Captain Dwight. It’s like poetry, it rhymes.
“Release the ARC-170s,” Dan said. “Tommy’s orders.”
He took out a walkie-talkie and switched it on. “Sergeant, release the ARC-170s.”
Ten kids came out, all holding LEGO ARC-170 starfighters.
“These cost a fortune on eBay!” Dwight said. “These better…”
One B1 kid full-on punched the starfighter model. It crumbled to the floor.
“Darn.”
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Betrayal & Trust, Trust & Betrayal: Part 2
“Look over there!” Ben said, tapping Tommy on the shoulder and then pointing to the end of the hall. Karl Blonsky Jr., with his Count Dooku Puppet, was laughing, several B1 kids pointing Nerf guns at Steve Betrüger, the student body president’s, head. Fred’s red wagon was kept away from Steve, his saber still in it. Ben was angry.
“Listen, if you really want to negotiate, you should know that—”
“Shut it, STEEEEEEVE.” Karl could be very annoying.
“Huh? Wait…Ben! Ben, my boy! Ben, come save me!”
Karl turned around, then grinning evilly. “Lomax! Mantrue! The girl! You three all came…”
“…and we’re here to fight!” Meghan said. She made a very inappropriate hand gesture at Karl.
“Shoot her,” he said.
The B1 squad, except for two who still held Steve at gunpoint, started shooting water from their Nerf guns at Meghan.
“Keep going. Keeeeeeep gooooooing…”
Ben noticed Steve had the saber in his hands.
“Benson, catch!” Steve said. He threw the lightsaber across the battle to him. He catches wighout any hesitation and ran up to Karl, who was more of a chicken than Fred. Karl got on his knees, a plastic lightsaber at his head.
“Please…please…”
“Hurt him!” Steve said.
“There’s something you must know…about…about…about the Origami Sith…you love Minnick, right?”
“The Remi Girl is dead to me, Blonsky. My heart belongs to someone else now. And now…YOU will pay for YOUR crimes against this school.”
“Pl—”
Ben deactivated the plastic saber and slammed the hilt on Karl’s face…very hard. He fell unconscious to the floor.
———
“This is why I hate McQuarrie! Why I hate this state!” Karl Blonsky Sr. said. “I’m moving back to New York. Yeah, yeah. Call you later. Bye. Love you. Okay. Byyyyyeeeee.”
He hung up.
He sighed.
This kid, he thought. Like he’s ever going to be greatness. Will he?
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Across The Schools
By Ben
Note by Ben: This is a secret chapter! I repeat, secret chapter! One more time…secret chapter! 😕
It’s been such a long time since the war with FunTime. Since then, we’ve dealt with a lot of self-proclaimed “bounty hunters.” From Darth Paper to the Skyfolders, it’s been a wild ride. Recently, after Noah got settled in with his Luke and Leia Skyfolder puppets, a small school-wide “war” broke out between us and the bounty hunters, now proclaiming theirselves the “B1 Puppet Army.” They’re led by Fred, the General Cheesy-us guy, and Karl—wait, they used to be led by Karl. Right.
After that, Noah hung up the mantle of both and gave it to Charlie Keating…the Mandafoldian. A very poor choice, in my humble and honest opinion, but maybe he CAN juggle three puppets. Harvey did a Noah immediately afterwards, giving the title of Darth Paper/Anakin Skyfolder to…me! Ben Mantrue! I have my own Darth Paper (the E-Z one, not his overly complicated one), so he’s just…keeping his for memories. Kind of weird.
“Welcome back, Mr. President,” Mike Coley, the Holocron keeper of the Alliance, said to Steve. He nodded, patting Mike on the Mike. Mike’s expression became slightly uncomfortable, as if he was about to burst into tears. I don’t know if it would be sad tears, disgusted tears, etc., etc., but he looked down at his Mace Windu Puppet in his pocket and wiped his eyes before it could start.
I was walking alone, yawning.
“Benny.”
It was Mahir Kaheel. Murky. The “stooky” guy.
“Murky,” I said, running up to him. “Oh my God, it’s been so long…”
He giggled. “Yes, it has.”
He started to frown.
I tipped his head upwards. “What is it?”
He sighed, then smiling. “My big sister…she…she’s in college…y’know how it can be sometimes…well…she’s pregnant. Eight months.”
“Well, that’s great, that’s wonderful,” I said. “Wow, I—I’m unbelievably happy for you and her.”
“Well, here’s the thing,” Murky replied. “I’m…the godfather. Instead of an adult, someone who’s over, I don’t know, 18, she chose me.”
“Who’s the godmother?”
“She was going to pick Mom, but ever since the divorce, she’s turned into a really big jerk.”
“Well, then, we should beat your mom up.”
He laughed. “Yeah, maybe that should happen, but eventually…she’ll come to her senses and come crawling back to Dad. Anyhoo, she…she wants me to pick the godmother. That seems really irresponsible, too…but our relationship’s getting tighter and together each day, Benny…”
She came closer to me.
“I asked if there could be two godfathers.”
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Origami Anakin, Episode Three: Improv
By Harvey
Okay, losers. I haven’t written one of these in a while. Since the war started, well, WOW. Everyone’s been busy.
So I’m going to this acting class every Sunday afternoon. Real nice people. I feel like I’ve made actual friends there. Don’t get me wrong, you guys ARE my friends, and dearly, too, but these guys…they get me. Me and my acting boyos will rise up one day.
Note by Tommy: He said “boyos.” Time to run, guys, Harvey’s starting to become Dwight again.
But apparently…*guess who*…Jen and Quavondo go to the class, too!
“Guys!” I said, waving to the pair. “Guys! It’s me! Harvey!”
“Holy [SOAPY LANGUAGE],” Quavondo said.
“Guys! G—”
“‘Kay, class! Now, as you all know, once a month we do…improv!”
Everyone cheered.
“Now, right now we’re right to be doing a little prompt challenge called “snaps.” We give you several short prompts, and you have to act them out. You get more prompts if you’re acting isn’t blocky or cheesy or any of that stuff. So it’s kind of a game of will you or will you not. We need three people at the least and five at the most to go at once. Um…”
I raised my hand immediately. So did some kids like Delippe, Veda or Karter. So did Jen and Quavondo.
“Um…Harvey…”
I squealed.
“Uhhh…Jen…”
Jen looked on in pure disbelief.
“Hon, I’m with…him.”
Quavondo nodded. “Yes, I know. Heh, all I know is I’m glad I’m not with hi—”
“…aaaaaand Quavondo.”
Jen snorted, giggling silently.
“Anyone else?”
Everyone raising their hands immediately slapped them back down to their laps.
“Well, then, c’mon! Get up here, you three!”
I looked smugly at Quavondo. He grimaced.
The lights in the room went off. “You’re all on the Titanic just a few minutes before if crashes into that iceberg…”
The lights came on again.
“Why,” I said, “what a fair night to be out, dear friends.” I patted Jen on the back. Quavondo was giving me a look like the looks Tarkin gave Krennic in Rogue One.
“You know,” I continued. “It’s especially beautiful tonight, on this very, very night. The stars are twinklin’, unlike in dirty ol’ Europe. Can’t wait ‘till we get to America, y’know? Stuff like this gives me hope this was the right choice. The right choice for me, my family…”
“That’s true,” Jen said, speaking up. “Look, the North Star. Pretty and up in the sky, so high…”
“Yes. Indeed.”
Quavondo gave me a look like the looks Leia gave Jabba in Return of the Jedi.
“Speak!” the acting coach said. Quavondo became shocked.
“I, uh…”
“The smells of the smoke, coal, smog and fire can be almost unbearable,” I said, “but it’s worth it for America. All I can think about is the new world. The next continent. The next frontier.”
She smiled at me. “Same. All this ruckus about wars and shortages…”
“Okay, that’s enough. Thank you Harvey and Jen. Quavondo…work on it. This is by far not your best work. Please do.
———
Jen and Quavondo where arguing outside. I heard only one thing:
“I think I want to break up with you.”
Ben’s comment: Well, this was…extensive.
Tommy’s comment: Nice to have you back, buddy! However, um, this story is kind of, um, kind of, um, y e a h .
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V I S I O N
By Ben
Note by Ben: Another secret chapter. 🙁
I had a vision last night. Murky was crying on some bed, in a hospital gown, babies crying in the background. I’m thinking about this a lot, and…maybe it’s a vision of the near future. Maybe I’m just stupid.
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Sara
By Tommy
Note by Tommy: Secret chapter. If they’re secret, I don’t know why I do them. This whole origami Star Ears thing is really, actually getting to my head. I’m thinking about it every second of every day. Exhausting.
I loved her…I guess? We never sprawled our into a 100% romantic relationship, but we were almost there by the time IT happened. “It” was when Alex Nommel, mother, Mary Bolt, his stepfather, George Bolt, and his first daughter, Sara Bolt, moved to Nevada. I think of it every day. He took her away from me, the sneak. And somehow, he’s back. So…that’s it. This was fate. I guess we were meant to be a tragedy.
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Wait, Noah, sorry, but the “Across the Schools: Part 2” chapter below this goes between “V I S I O N” and “Sara.”
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The Client
By Ben
It was lunch. Rainy. Everyone had gone inside the auditorium but me and a handful of others, but none were my friends. I sat alone, not eating, when Steve Betrüger sat down next to me.
Silence.
More silence.
“I know you love him.”
I looked straight at Steve.
“It’s obvious. He’s a member of the student body council. I spend every day with him. I think I got enough clues, especially you guys kissing whenever you feel there’s no one watching.”
I became wide-eyed.
“You haven’t told him about the omen yet, have you? About dying, infant children crying?”
I shook my head. “How do you know?”
“I know a great many things,” he said. “Now…have you ever heard the tragedy of Jacob Minch the Wise?”
I shook my head again.
“It’s not a story the Council would tell you. It’s of Jacob Minch.”
“Yeah, that guy’s been absent for a couple days now.”
“He’s being nursed back after a concussion,” Steve said. “He learned how to save others from dying, in some way. However, his apprentice gave him the concussion, because he wouldn’t share.”
“So Minch still dabbled on the side of evil. Hmm. Tell me…who was his apprentice?”
“My boy, you can call me your “client,’ if you will, but it’s just me, Steve.”
“You’re his apprentice?”
“Was. Until I gave him that concussion.”
“You’re the Origami Sith we’be been looking for. We’ve been hearing rumors a Sith/like faction has been controlling the B1s since the beginning, and we were rignt!”
“So you were.”
He patted me on the back. “Go tell the Council. I don’t care. I’ll beat them all.”
Ben’s comment: So this was kind of…y e a h .
Tommy’s comment: Listen, Ben, if you see this, I’m sorry I doubted you and Megs’ claims about there being an Origami Sith. Well, now I feel angst. I just wrote a short essay about my ex, so…it’s been a day. It going off the keyboard for a while.
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Cry, Cry!
By Ben
Steve Betrüger was conversing after school in the student body council office with two other members, when…
“You’re under arrest, Mr. President.”
Mike Coley, Quavondo Phan, some girl with an origami Ithorian Jedi, and Ben Mantrue.
“You threatening me, man?”
“Yes. Your other council members will hate to hear about this.”
“I am the council.”
“Not yet.”
“No, pretty sure I am.”
Steve Palpinsin, A.K.A. ‘the Client,’ shooed his fellow council members away and stood up at us.
He turned on a plastic Vader’s lightsaber. He swung the plastic weapon at Mike, who grabbed it by the fake, plastic blade and twisted it in half.
“Okay! Put ‘em up!”
Mike and Steve both started pinching each other, Steve with the upper hand. He kicked Quavondo in the knees and the Ithorian Jedi girl in the stomach.
“Hey, Ben! A bit of help would be nice!”
“Sorry, Mike. It’s kind of amusing, though.”
Mike grabbed Steve’s hand. Steve looked at Mike as Mike flipped him onto the ground. Steve looked up, Mike now with the upper hand.
“You will be forced to resign as president and will be suspended or even expelled from this school.”
“Wait, what? But…but…”
Steve smiled at me.
“…I need him!”
“For what?” Mike asked.
“To save…him…”
“Who?”
“Him…”
“WHO?”
“Powahhhhhhhhh!” Steve said, throwing a chair at Mike. Mike fell.
“Oh…something’s sprained…”
“Unlimited powaaaahhhhh…”
He got up.
“Thank you, Ben Mantrue.”
I kneeled more him.
“Good, goooood,” he said. “You…are Darth Paper.”
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The Great Origami Jedi Purge
By The Force
They was a great disturbance that day. Steve was in his office, when he texted Dan, the Fortune Clone Trooper.
Steve
hey dude execute school handbook rule #66, spread the word
Dan
ok…
“Men, the time has come,” Dan said, ceasing fire on the impending enemy Mandafoldian troops. “Execute school handbook rule 66! And spread it!”
They saw Mike, rubbing his back, escorted by Noah and Jacob, who had a bandage on his head.
“Clear!” a guy with an origami clone commando said, coming up to Mike and stealing Origami Mace Windu.
“Hey!” he said.
The guy tore it in half.
“The OriInquisitorius has arrived!”
It was Steve Palpinsin, walking around with several hooded figures. Steve carried a shredder, ready to fight.
An OriInquisitorius member named Andrew took Papertine and threw him into the shredder. Another clone guy took Leia Skyfolder (Charlie had refused that one, unbeknownst to everyone else) from Noah and put it in the shredder.
“POWAHHHHHH!”
Tommy and Jen walked into the hall, Jen’s hair ruffled and Tommy’s mouth smothered with her lipstick.
They saw the Purge.
“Yeah, it’s probably a good idea to go into this now.”
“They’ll think I’m Sara if I go out like this, Tommy!”
“Sara didn’t have a rugged hairdo.”
“Touché. Let’s go.”
But then Ashley, another OriInquisitorius member, took both Origami Ventress and Foldy-Wan Kenobi.
“Oh, well, that sucks.”
“YODAAAAAAAAA…”
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Well
By The Force
“So, sorry you missed school today. Sick, right?”
Murky nodded, his older sister and him walking across the street.
She gasped, in pain. “Oh my God…auuuuggghhhh…they’re coming…”
There was a car nearby, speeding.
It went faster.
And faster.
And FASTER.
And then…
And then…
And boom.
Right into them.
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Tommy and the others were watching as Murky and his sister were being cared for, especially his sister.
“Tommy, are you sure you want to visit them?” Jen asked. He nodded yes.
He walked in there. Murky’s sister squealed in pain as the first baby was removed. Then the second.
“What are you going to name them?” Murky weakly asked his sibling.
“Um, well, definitely not Luke and Leia. But that’s up to you.”
Murky’s sister grew pale. She held Murky’s hand.
“I’ll always love you. And I know.”
Ben looked around the room.
“You okay?” Steve asked.
“Yeah. I’m a father now…I think. If Murky still accepts me.”
“She will. Now rise…Darth Paper.”
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Across The Schools: Part 2
By Ben
Note by Ben: I deduced to publish the paper about Meghan and her battalion, so this is a half-secret chapter. 😐
Meghan. You can call her Fred. Is it Megan or Meghan? Well, n o . Anyways, she’s my apprentice, and all I know is that she’s a fast learner and a good negotiator. We took OriAhsoka once and for all from Rhondella, because…well, it was her. It was kind of out-of-nowhere how Rhondella just ousted herself from the whole origami jig when Kellen did a genuinely romantic gesture. I think.
Captain Dwight. Now, you can call him Captain, just Dwight, or sir. (Or maybe ‘Lord Squirrelington.’) He still has Origami Yoda, but he says “that time is over now” and wields his origami Captain Rex, “Captain Rexigami,” in battle with Meg and I. Today, Meg and Dwight came up to Tommy and I in a…sad manner. Well, only Meghan. Dwight was another torn blood vessel away from picking his nose uncontrollably, I could tell. But even he had somber in his eyes.
“Ben, me and Dwight are…going away. For a little while.”
“Why?” I said, slightly worried.
“Dude, get it together,” she replied. “Your voice cracked when you said that. There’s…an ongoing occupation on the Mandafoldians. Charlie has begged me to help, so we’re doing that. I’m taking a small portion of your battalion with me, okay?”
I nodded. “Continue.”
“Well, the occupation is led by…”
Tommy spoke up. “Alex.” He sighed. The school was silent for a moment as he did it. “Does the Council know about this?”
“No, that’s too risky,” Dwight said. “They alllllll say mean stuff about the Mandafoldians, especially Mike. So that’s the point, sergeant.”
“I’m worried this will go utterly wrong,” Tommy said. “You…can…go.” He sighed again.
-SECRET PART-
Murky and I were standing in the small backyard patio outside my house. It was sunset. I could see across hills and hills…schools and schools. Across the schools. Across the stars. I looked over at Murky.
“You’re really beautiful tonight.”
He was caught off-guard. He smartly replied, “What makes you say that?”
“You.”
Murky smiled. “Ben, you eyes twinkle like a goose at midnight in a flowing pond.”
“Your touch is like going skipping through a meadow on a Friday afternoon.”
We looked at each other.
“When did we get so gross?” Murky asked.
“I guess we’re letting all the grossness out now.”
Silence.
“Murk, I don’t think I should be the godfather of this child. You’re fine as a godfather, but me? Just pick another female relative as the godmother. Your—”
“All my other female relatives are in Turkey,” he explained. He wasn’t frustrated; some mix of respect and anger. “And I think it’s a bit weird not to have partners as the godparents, no? Without that, there’d be constant switching between houses, yada-yada.”
“So there was no choice but me.”
He looked up at me with the dearest grin. “No. I did it because I love you.”
Ben’s comment: So, yeah. Siege of the Mandafoldians, baby!
Tommy’s comment: Am I the only one confused by the chapter title? Anyways, I wish them and their part of the Orig501st the best luck.
Meghan’s comment: Thanks, guys! Love you all!
Deight’s comment: purple
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Hello, Guillermo. I have come to alert you that the plan for the Foldalorian has changed. The original chapter four is now scrapped, and in its place, CD and I’s chapter. However, CD has decided to leave the writing side of the project. He is still co-owner, I hope, but I gave him the title of “OY Legends imagineer.” He’s putting his ideas and input into the story, but now writing it any longer.
Instead of chapter seven being the holder of the Origami Jedi Aftermath’s events, six now is, and remember, six is now five, and seven is now six. Aside from that, five stays the same. Chapter six is just McQuarrie slowly becoming great again, and a 22-year-old Clark Largent is Guillermo’s roommate. Oh, and there’s romance built up between Charlie and the Heavy Infantry Guy throughout six, and five, too. Yes, them. Claire is discovered by the HI Guy to be having a big crush on Adam, which completely breaks Charlie’s spirit. Then, the Client and the Fold Republic reappear at the climax of the chapter. A battle breaks out and Tommy and the gang, now high school students, reappear. Dan and Harvey reappear on the side of the Fold Republic, though, which the Client now rebrands as the “Schoolactic Empire,” and a full-on siege begins on the rebels. Mr. Ridneor takes Five-Fold under Charlie’s command, but gets knocked out by Dan.
The last chapter, chapter seven, formerly chapter eight (you keepin’ up with me, bud?), begins with the effects of the siege on the Rebellion. Teachers get hurt. Lockers are thrown open by pushing and shoving from fist fights between students. Staplers are used as weapons. Papers and files are tossed.
HI Guy, in the midst of the battle, takes off their thick hood for Charlie, and…she’s a girl! And her name is Val! Val and Charlie kiss, which triggers Claire and Adam to do as such. That triggers Tommy and Sara. Then Quavondo and Jen. Then Reuben and an apple. Etc. Etc. Etc.! Dan realizes how evil the Client actually is from this event of pure peace and harmony, and all the OriTroopers secretly turn against the Client, Dan leading them.
Dwight and Harvey duel at the Client’s behest, Dwight with a recovered Five-Fold, and Harvey with a newly folded chrome Darth Paper, folded out of tin foil. Harvey realizes the errors of the Client’s ways, and Harvey throws him over a chair. The Client gets up, of course, but then Dan and the OriTrooper rioters reveal themselves, and he is beaten up. The Client reveals himself to be OY Legends’ Supreme Liter Coke, and that he was born into what became a trash universe. He’s gone hopping from one to another, but has never found anything satisfying. One day, he realized that conquering was the only things that quenched his thirst for a home. The Foldalorian universe was next on his list. He then gets beaten up more and more.
The gang, both new and old, head to the music room, the place it all began, for celebration. Charlie buries FoldG-11 in a garden pot (gotta keep dem hands clean) as Ridneor is taken to the hospital. The celebration is then interrupted by Mike, saying there’s “been a resurgence.” He holds up two Wishing Skittles, apparently the last in the world. Charlie and the others, Charlie especially, ahem, Charlie, did I mention Charlie, tell Tommy to use the first, and he does. They instantly wake as high schoolers in McQuarrie, now a high school itself. Dwight tells them he and Tommy were “in on it,” and that they’ll need these new bodies for “what’s about to come next.” SLC appears, healed from the body change, and in smooth black robes, too. Various portals pop up as SLC laughs evilly, and the Foldalorian ends? It ends. Yep, it ends. But before, Dwight comments that this’ll be “Origami Yoda’s stookiest final hour.” Tommy then replies, “Correction: finest hour.”
The sequel to the Foldalorian is Origami Yoda’s Finest Hour, written by me and, if you’re interested, you. The title and some plot threads are based off the old, cancelled Legends story I and CD tried to pitch to the Council all those ages ago.
OY’s FH begins with the gang discovering Charlie eating the other Skittle. He wished for, as he puts it, “Everyone to be there. Everyone. And I mean everyone.” MOU, Rise of the Bounty Hunters, OY Legends and etc. characters pop up, and even characters from the Star Wars universe. The Client flees, swearing he’ll bring back the fight in a bigger way then they’ll ever imagine. The army of thousands upon thousands of different origami-wielding heroes regroup at Charlie’s house, now stuffed with, um, thousands of people. We get a few filler chapters of Val and Charlie going on their first date, Ezra and multiple versions of Dwight bonding over lost puppet friends, Rey, Pod, Clark and Andy actually becoming great friends, OYTS Harvey hitting it off with ROTBH Jacob and FOTR Tommy, etc. A robot version of Harvey tracks SLC to a shoe factory in Seattle, Washington, and the army flies there via Star Wars ships, and also in a helicopter from a universe where a group of adults (not kids, I repeat, not kids) wield Miami CSI puppets. In the factory, they see Supreme Liter Coke has made hundreds upon thousands of Wishing Skittles, instead of, um, shoes. He uses the first to magnify the factory’s size to the size of Israel, killing countless civilians, the second to multiply the factory into a whole army of hundreds of Israel-sized factories across the U.S., and the third to make armies of soulles, non-organic Imperial stormtroopers pop up to crew the army of factories. He reveals himself to be Star Wars Legends Palpatine. He explains that after the last adult Palpatine clone’s death, and Palpatine’s final retreat into nothingness, several juvenile clones were left, hanging onto bacta tanks to live. One day, the tanks got so rusty and old that they all drained, killing the leftover juvenile clones. He was the sole survivor. That’s when Disney’s buyout of SW happened, causing the Legends universe to become a gigantic glitch. Just a glitch. A glitch universe. Supreme Liter Coke was just a dumb nickname he made up from a ROTBH villain he discovered of and started to admire for their sense of practicality. He reveals the factories are World Devastators from Legends (the successors to the Death Star that could crush worlds in minutes, under the control of the several clone Palpatines’ several reborn Empires). Palpatine orders his army to open up the hatch of the Devastator and dispose of the heroes. The teenage Palpatine comments tha he was from the true Expanded Universe, as our heroes fall off a gigantic ship-like vehicle that’s already thousands of feet in the air. Many casualties happen right afterwards. Stormtroopers take the world’s governments under ransom, and the Devastator fleet head off into space. The moon is split into four pieces, Mars is split into millions of tiny, rocky bits, and Venus is literally blown up, Death Star-style. Palpatine wishes to go into whatever universe the true one is, and he makes our way into our universe. Yes, IRL. Two World Devastators destroy our world, and all life on our Earth dies. Palpatine then wishes to get into the canon Star Wars universe, and wishes for his World Devastator fleet to multiply by billions. The Star Wars galaxy is destroyed, and then he moves onto destroying the MOU/DCOU, the multiple BT Folds universes, etc., etc.
With most universes destroyed, the Devastator fleet heads back to Seattle, only to find our heroes there, regrouped and ready for a serious battle, and renamed “the Expanded Universal Army.” Everyone fights, and Charlie, Val, Tommy, Dwight, Harvey, Claire, Dan and Ruth, the main characters of the Foldalorian, Rey, Finn, Poe, the six original OrigAvengers + Robby, Laura, Kev and Cassidy, Alan and Matthew, OYTS Harvey and Tommy, the Fellowship of the Ring from FOTR and other major players of the major universe go back up into the bridge of Palpatine’s Devastator.
(to be cont’d, comment too long)
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They all make comments about how Palpatine is so small, and in It: Chapter Two fashion, he starts dying due to all the hate. As they keep making him weaker, his army starts disappearing more and more. This is explained by Robot Harvey to be because even though the Wishing Skittles act it out, the actual wish is your own. You created it, and if you become weak in some way, your wish becomes weak, too. Palpatine dissipates into a pile of robes, and as everything he wished starts to reverse, all the causalities do, too. Robot Harvey, however, sacrifices himself to steer Palpatine’s Devastator, since the army is no more, meaning no more pilots. Explosions happen all over the U.S., as the Devastator fleet comes crashing down. They start to use up all the Wishing Skittles left to repair Mars, the moon, Venus, our own Earth, the SW universe, the MOU/DCOU universe, etc. Force Ghosts Luke, Leia, Ben, Obi-Wan, Yoda, and Force Ghost Origami Yoda (yep!) appear, and state that only one from each universe must remember. For the Foldalorian’s universe, Charlie himself. For Star Wars, Rey. For the MOU/DCOU, Ezra, as no one will believe him but Cal, da oreespidurverse team, Chris, Samantha and Micheal. For OYTS, the bOwLiNg BaLL, which was an inside joke between me and Jar Jar and never an actual part of OYTS, but :shrug:. For Jurassic Fold, Jerry, for he is a dumb bully. That’s it, that’s my reasoning for Jerry. Etc., etc., etc. The Expanded Universal Army say hi to each other, but the members that remember promise they will cross paths again someday.
However, as Charlie and the others are left to ponder in their own universe, they see moving in Palpatine’s robes. He’s been transformed into a baby. Charlie begs to the Force ghosts to give Palpatine a second chance, and they agree, as long as his sensitivity to the Force is removed. Charlie agreed, and they do the deed. Leia snaps her fingers, and the universe resets.
We’re back to the high school scene in the Foldalorian Ch. 8. Charlie, smug, asks why they’re in high school, and Dwight replies they’ve always been and he’s a big dummy. Dwight then winks at him knowingly, causing Charlie to question internally.
In a quick second epilogue, baby Sheev Keating, Charlie’s new adopted baby brother, shows interest in Five-Fold and Charlie’s plastic blue lightsaber from Walmart, but then goes for a nap.
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If you’re wondering inside your head, “How did no one notice a 17-year-old Palpatine, a real-life army of stormtroopers and a bunch of flying, mechanical Israels across the United States of ding-dang America?” Answer is, they did. It’s explained in the montage where the characters go back to their own respective universes via newspaper clippings and TV reports that it’s left as a supposed terrorist threat to all governments, and all now have weapons at the ready at each other. I don’t get too political with it aside from that. No one knew the SW side of it. No one in public saw any stormies—well, at least not clearly—and if they did, they probably thought they were angry cosplayers. The sudden shattering and then rebuilding of the moon, Mars and Venus, plus the ginormous portal to our IRL universe are still big questions to scientists and philosophers everywhere.
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The Fast and the F.U.R.I.O.U.S.
By MasterSkywalker
Hello.
I am the Watcher of your so-called “Marvel Origami Universe.”
I have a whole team with me, but for this project, may I be as polite as to just do it myself, hmm?
The following events can be interpreted as canon or noncanon. You’ll never find out what side I’m leaning on, or anyone else, really. Humans are a selfish creature. However, I guess U could see the beauty in…maybe one of these people? Possibly two?
Let’s begin.
And remember.
I’m right.
Next.
Door.
Always.
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“Go to sleep, McQuarrie. HAHAHAHA.”
Marci and her boyfriend ran outside the broken-down house as Zeta came out of the shadows, apparently not injured at all.
“Good job, Ripley. What a good apprentice.”
“WHEN CAN THE MASSACRE BEGIN?!?”
“Don’t kill any of them. Just torture them all. Except for the Bolt one. She’s coming with us.”
“BOLTY-BOLTY-BOLTYYYYYYY!” Ripley, also known as the insane wielder of the Origami Jeff the Killer, came up to Tommy and Kellen with two knives, saying, “It’s okay. I’mma K-K-KEEP you company while my associates are gone.”
“What do you plan to do with us?” Harvey shouted.
“Oh…,” Ripley said. “Probably just put a smile on your face. If ya know what I mean. HAHA! And you’re gonna be first.”
“No-no-no-no-no…”
Zeta forced Sara’s head around the former revealed a Wishing Skittle and popped it into her mouth, and a small black portal, fit for two plucky-sized eighth-graders, appeared.
Sara heard muffled screams as she travelled into the other side.
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As the Vernon of that universe walked away, Euth stood there in a pile of trash, tased. Slenderigami. Origami Slender-Man. Slenderigami Man. Whatever you called him, he’d probably, eventually get to you and your mind.
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What about, for the long wait for chapters three and four, you make a prequel chapter for the Mandafoldian taking place just a week after the Purge. Submit it as, “The Foldalorian, Chapter Zero: A Prequel.” A student named Guy and his pal, Elon, go to the Drawa’s palace (the principal’s office, before the Fold Republic takes it over in 2018), and find instructions for a puppet that resembles Boba Fett. Guy then beats up Elon and Ruth and escapes with the instructions. He folds a Mandafoldian puppet for himself, though not in affiliation with any of them. He becomes the hall monitor of McQuarrie, and in a flash to the present, he still is, and it’s also said that he’s Lisa’s little brother. Yeah, that Lisa. In a quick flash back to 2017, a Fold Republic OriTrooper picks up the instructions. However, it is revealed a shadowy figure is watching him. The figure is described as tall, pasty, and blonde. He sees what looks like a female figure with puffy, black hair and a sassy posture next to him, but it is left up to question as he goes up to his boss OriTrooper, Zack, who is revealed to have given up fighting for freedom against the Fold Republic and decided to join it. The OriTrooper says to Zack, “Look, sir! Origami instructions!”
I will tell Noah on his blog to update the Foldalorian so that The Foldalorian, Chapter Zero: A Prequel goes after Chapter Two. I will also tell him to make the story “by Superfolder SLS and SF Guillermo.”
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The ending of Chapter Three is kind of predictable. Charlie’s clan of Mandafoldians, and all the other tribes, too, help him out and take down the bounty hunters. Jerry, the kid with the Saucer Head puppet, Aaron, and a mysterious character holding an unidentifiable Star Wars character run away. There’s going to be this half-actually-funny, half-sad cringey joke made by Charlie before they run. The kid is named Five-Fold, after that one weird living 5-fold EZ Yoda from Kellen’s weird dream that took up most of the Adventures of Origami Yoda story…that happened way before the Purge…the Purge…the Purge…
Full plot for The Foldalorian, Chapter Four: That Darn Farming Life below.
The first chapter is a transcript of a Dave & Buster’s employee training video. It introduces Ciana Henderson, who apparently survived that big hit to the back and falling unconscious hard on the floor of McQuarrie Middle School. It’s later explained, by the way, that she was pulled out the day after. Charlie never saw his love again after that. Anyhow, the transcript suddenly fast-forwards to a part in the employee training video where Ciana and her family reveal that they like to grow “fresh and almost wild” shrimp for their cocktails, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and that in the back of the kitchen, there’s this freaking six-foot-long decommissioned glass holding tank (it was originally used for stuff like live chickens and live ducks) filled up with seawater, decorated with sand and sea plants to look like a genuine part of the ocean, and filled with live shrimp.
Flash-forward time! In the present, the fellow arcade/diner business that actually shares the same building as the Dave & Buster’s they all work at, Chuck E. Cheese’s (this is actually what all my cryptic but weird Charles Entertainment Cheese comments on the Time Travel TalkZone were supposed to be for), “raids” Dave & Buster’s of all their customers at the diner and bar part of things, by doing the dirtiest but most unpredictable trick in the book: a Chuck E. Cheese employee disguises himself as a delivery guy and releases a bunch of rats.
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I’m gonna brief the rest of it down to you: Charlie and Five-Fold travel to the place, they encounter the Heavy-Infantry Guy, a buff Mandafoldian introduced in Chapter Three. No one knows his or her name or their face, as they wear a thick, blue winter hoodie. The HI Guy, Charlie, and Five-Fold are recruited by Ciana and her family to stop Chuck E. Cheese’s. They do, but sadly, Chuck E. Cheese’s has a mobile, get-off-stage-type mobile< modified Helen Henny animatronic. Helen Henny is that perky cheerleader chicken animatronic with the curly hair. She’s in the Chuck E. Cheese band and stuff. Er, in a kind of Five Nights at Freddy’s-esque twist, all the animatronic come back at Dave & Buster’s after hours with their employee masters, but are defeated by Charlie, the HI guy, Ciana and the others. Ciana tries to convince Charlie that they should start dating again, but he simply says that he’s moved on, completely and totally.
Chapter Five isn’t too planned, but the true identity of the mysterious “W.T.W.W.” character who signed off the post-it note at the end of Chapter One will be revealed somewhere along the way. It’s Tommy and Kellen. Don’t tell anyone. Also, somehow, some way, in Chapter Five…Charlie and Five-Fold will discover the location of the secret base of the Fold Republic. It’s the principal’s office, in a small twist similar to the twist ending the old Drawa story from way back, where Jack, Ruth, and Jacob take the place of “the Principal” (Howell) for a week without anyone knowing.
In Chapter Six, the Second Origami Rebellion (Claire, Reuben, Adam, and all the others involved) do a siege on the principal’s office and all other parts of the school office, but are defeated. The rest is unplanned. At the end, in a short epilogue chapter, Adam, Claire and Reuben start their Origami Jedi Aftermath case file.
In Chapter Seven, the events of the Origami Jedi Aftermath story by you happen, and you have a big role. It’s divided into two parts, like how the Last Jedi was mostly divided into three: Rey/Kylo and Luke’s Jedi training story, Poe and Holdo’s constant ongoing argument story, and Rose and Finn’s weird casino/freeing some space horses story. At the end, Charlie + Five-Fold and the Second Origami Rebellion’s stories collide, and it’s left on a cliffhanger as the ending paragraph states that Charlie found something weird on the floor as he, Five-Fold, the Rebellion, and Guillermo enter McQuarrie after the Origami Yoda instructions were released to both the school and the Internet the very night before. It’s Emperor Papertine, refolded and looking better than ever.
All of Chapter Eight will contradict most of the actual Episode 8 of the Mandalorian. Chapter Eight is a gigantic final battle between Charlie, Five-Fold, the rebels, Guillermo, Tommy, Kellen, Ruth, Jacob, Sara, Dwight, Murky, Harvey, and just a few other characters from the EU stories and the original six books vs. the client, who is revealed as the true wielder of Emperor Papertine, and all of the Fold Republic, which, in the beginning chapter, he renames the “Schoolactic Funpire.” He blares the audio from some of the old FunTime episodes on the speakers across the school, and at full volume. The client’s real name is simply just “D.” His actual, true, true, TRUE name is never said aloud. Actually, it is. The client himself starts off his name with the letter “D” near the midway point of the battle, but is cut off by Gizmo the Singing Calculator’s voice. The Funpire is defeated by Dwight and Harvey as they fool “D” by battling each other with Five-Fold and Darth Paper; feminists of the final fight between Vader and Luke. Harvey punches “D” in the nose as he calls the police, and the battle is over. All of our heroes, victorious after all this fighting, celebrate in the music room, where it all technically began. An updated acknowledgements, written again by me but also by you a little bit if you want to, ensues. In a secret epilogue after the updated, much longer acknowledgments, Mike, the ex-holocron keeper, appears. He says that there’s been a “resurgence.” He reveals a single, newly-made Wishing Skittle, custom-made by a “friend,” as he puts it. Tommy is encouraged to use it by Charlie, but at the last second, Dwight snatches it and eats it. The series is left on that cliffhanger.
Honestly, there’s not a lot of ways for you to continue your original Mandafoldian story. He’s changed his name, he himself will be changed throughout the series, both physically, mentally, and emotionally, and there’s all sorts of rifts in continuity and time between events that you’ll have to try to dodge. Since there’s one (and only one, mind you) month between the original Mandafoldian and the Purge, you can make your Mandafoldian 2 and 3 there. But it’ll have to be in that time-span, I guess, because Charlie, as explained in Chapter One, gave up the Mandafoldian bounty hunter mantle—mostly. However, he did not give up the Way of the Mandafoldians (i.e. the Way of the Mandalore, i.e. “This is the way!”), and continued to hunt bounty as the Mandafoldian, but without the puppet or mosto f his former respect. He was also supported by his boss and leader of the guild, Jerry, and Claire. But, eh, eventually in Chapter Three, Jerry turns against Charlie. I don’t think a story without origami in that kind of way would be fun, though. If it was handled in a kind of “surviving member of the McQuarrie crew” manner, it’d be cool.
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So, Guillermo, to sum it all up, here’s my main issue: I respect the original, I respect that you can make your own Mandafoldian stories, but right now with the Foldalorian…it’s a long story, man. Updated with each new Mandalorian episode, with its own unique cast of characters, settings, moods. See, out of nowhere, you announced you’d continue your original Mandafoldian story with a “Mandafoldian chapter 2.” It kind of does sound weird. From, say, I guess, maybe CD or Toademort’s point of view: so at the same time while he’s trying to protect the kid/Five-Fold, renaming himself the Foldalorian, and developing new hatreds and friendships along the way, he goes back to being the Mandafoldian at the same time? It doesn’t add up. If you want to make a Mandafoldian chapter 2 and a chapter 3, respond and tell me the plot. Or at least a short summary. Mostly, I need to know three things:
1. When it takes place in the timeline. 2017, when he’s in sixth grade and the Mandafoldian, 2018, when he abandoned the Mandafoldian title and was just a kid who was a part of the Mandafoldians and followed the Fold Republic’s rules? Or 2019, the year of the Foldalorian? It can’t possibly be 2019, and 2018 wouldn’t be interesting. It’s like if the Clone Wars series followed the everyday life of, say, a generic clone trooper who doesn’t even have a nickname, and is just cannon fodder to some. Or, say, to be more related to the subject at hand here, the Mandalorian series on Disney+ except he’s NOT really a bounty hunter, and he doesn’t have the TITLE of the bounty hunter known as the Mandalorian. That would also lead to him not doing anything he does in the series. It’d fall apart.
2. The plot. This one is obvious. Heh.
3. The characters. Both nostalgic “first six canon OY books” ones, EU-introduced ones, and new + exclusive to this universe ones.
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The Foldalorian, Chapter Three: I Missed Him—Er, Thanksgiving Leftovers
It’s been a week since the fight with the monitor, and Charlie has completely forgotten about it all…including the baby EZ Yoda. But one day—specifically, the day after Thanksgiving, November 29, which falls on a Friday—he remembers it and finds it abandoned in a drawer in his bedroom, filled with a bunch of stinky socks. Also, the axolotl hasn’t been fed in a week, either. It’s pretty sickly as well, but it survived.
So that morning, during recess, he goes to the music room and finds the client, Zack, and all those people. Also, the wallet thing is kind of kept in. Instead, before school starts, he’s eating breakfast, and as he returns it to the kitchen, he spots the kid having on a magnet to the refrigerator.
So of course the client’s happy, and Zack’s about to punch Charlie in the face for no reason, Charlie’s about to bring him in cold, and Quentin Denning, Fold Republic member and leader of his LEGO Robotics group, is like, “Well, time to go. Bye now.” They give him the Boba Felt instructions and stuff.
The same thing happens when Charlie has a brief change of heart and tries to say bye to the kid, but the client breaks his knuckles real bad. The same thing happens with the “Heavy-Infantry guy” and Claire making it for him. I’m deciding for the HI guy to be less violent and more of a teaser/mocker; he repeatedly teases Charlie throughout for letting it happen to himself and for a girl folding a puny origami finger puppet for him. hE’s A nErF bLaStEr AdDiCt StIlL. Also, I have a certain plan for him with Charlie, now that I think about it…
So he goes home that night and sees a bunch of Thanksgiving leftovers in the fridge. As he heats it up, he sees the magnet and misses the guy.
Monday! Charlie has a plan!
Okay, still staying with me? Great! Charlie makes it to the music room during recess (again) and tries to steal back the child, and is encouraged by Quentin, but Zack and his goons surround them. Charlie fights them all as Quentin just stands there like a baby in a desert with a bunch of vultures surrounding him. After they all flee away, Charlie thanks Quentin and goes with the child.
Unluckily for him, everyone has those nifty-thrifty modified compasses. The same thing happens, and in a surprise, Jerry appear for the first time, after only being mentioned once in the first chapter, and tries to protect Charlie and the kid. Everyone stops trying to attack him, and they all leave. Everything is safe and sound.
Just a few minutes before the recess bell rings and time is up, Jerry reveals that he wants to steal the kid for himself and give it back to the client, but Adam, Claire, Reuben, the HI guy, and a few others shoo him away. Charlie questions why they all did that, and they shrug, saying that they’d help a fellow Foldalorian. He asks what they mean, since Adam and Reuben and some others who shooed Jerry away don’t have Mandalorian puppets, but they all reveal they do. I guess Adam and Reuben have Mandalorian puppets along with their Rebel puppets. *shrug*
Claire is enamored by the kid and calls him “Five-Fold,” and they all reminisce about that one weird time Kellen Campbell had a weird dream which actually predicting Jacob Minch’s arrival, and he told literally everyone in the school, from sixth to eighth grade. She says that Five-Fold could be a new hope for the Rebels, and that they can defeat the Fold Republic with it, and is about to kiss Charlie on the cheek out of happiness when the HI guy interrupts and makes a short speech about pancakes.
The Mandalorian Bad Guy Smackdown.
In the epilogue, Charlie comes across a group of “plate-folders,” people who still fold stuff, but not paper. After the Purge, they resort to folding plates. He comes across a girl with a BD-1-looking plate, and she says that McQuarrie Middle has become a “fallen order,” and encourages him to sit down so she can tell him a story about “a good guy I knew.”
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The Foldalorian, Chapter Three: Pretty Okay Thanksgiving Leftovers
It’s Been A Week
By Charlie
Note by Charlie: As I think more and more about…about…THEM…I just…need more similarities…see what will happen…ugh…this is exhausting…
I’m Charlie Keating, A.K.A. the Foldalorian. In case you fell asleep on Chapter One of my first story, I was assigned a very important bounty…
“Listen, dude. I have a bit of information on the asset.”
…I found it, and it was something, er, different…
“I’m a biology teacher, man. Something species age differently than others.”
…we escaped the clutches of various different villains…
‘He kicked Mr. Ridneor in the stomach, and he fell down to the ground.’
‘Before I could finish, it bumped its flat, blackish-grey head into me, and I stumbled onto the ground.’
…we won and fixed a darn car by hand in one night, without the help of, say, an auto-repair shop…
‘BUZZZZZZ! ZAP!’
…and I travelled into the sunset, to return my bounty the next day. Right? Right?!?
It’s Done
By Charlie
I remember it all. I’mma transcribe it to you now.
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*sound of me hiding phone in pocket*
Fold Republic OriTrooper #1: C’mon, let’s go.
*sound of OriTrooper #1 turning head towards the kid*
Fold Republic OriTrooper #1: Huh. Sort of cute. In an ugly, drawn-on-face type of way. C’mon! GET MOVING! C’MON, BOUNTY HUNTER SCUM!
Fold Republic OriTrooper #2: *punches me in the shoulder lightly, most likely as a warning*
Me: C’mon, dude, take it back!
Fold Republic OriTrooper #1: No…and if you start begging me to take back the totally non-insult towards the paperwad back, I’m going to call Ashley, Andrew, and the others. Maybe Zack as well.
Me: UHHHH…no thanks! I’m coming! Coming!
*walks into music room hurriedly, followed closely by OriTroopers #1, #2, #3, #4, and #5*
Fold Republic OriTrooper #5: Keep moving!
Me: Sheesh…okay…
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The client: Ah…yes…yes…the child…
*it started to coo as the client put it in his pocket and went away*
The client: Well, Foldo. You’ve done good. Go the spoils, Denning.
*some skinny guy who I think I saw once in the LEGO Robotics elective comes rushing towards me, carrying crumpled instructions—instructions for an origami finger puppet*
The client: Mr. Foldalorian, this is Denning. Quentin Denning, renown member of the LEGO Robotics elective. He’s a technological genius…but not really a genius when it comes to making friends.
Quentin: Hi…just…just have it…
Me: Can I at least say goodbye, er, Mr. Client Guy? *reaches out hands for the child*
The client: *crumples my hands*
Me: OW! OW! Ow…hey…have you been working with Zack lately? Like, physically? It looks like you picked a couple things up from him…including how to seriously break someone’s hands…
The client: Go. You took the case, you found the target, and now you’ve given it back for the bounty. Before I break something else.
*I run out of the music room, hands broken and instructions in hands*
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Our History
By Me
Charlie’s note: This person is my sort-of friend and close rival, the “Heavy-Infantry Guy.” All the Mandafoldians in McQuarrie call them that because they love pancakes. Let’s say McQuarrie has become better at cruel nicknames over the years. This dude is like the new Cheeto Hog, but they love pancakes, as I said before. Except, they’re buff, so no one openly disrespects them…also, they always wear a thick, blue winter hoodie…I don’t know their real name or what they look like…also, they’re pretty buff, despite their pancake obsession…
Charlie’s second note: This is a secret chapter, due to another note I made in the middle.
There are different hidden factions of Mandafoldians across McQuarrie. And yes, that’s the correct way to say it, Charlie just thinks he’s talented and that he can name things well. There are the True Mandafoldians, Mandafoldian students who literally worshiped and still worship Tony D. Struction and his former heralds, Lance Armstrong and Jack Something-Something. They’re loyal to the secretary to the student body president, Jasper McReel. Jasper’s kind of a hot-shot…also, I think he believes in time-travel…
I love pancakes.
There are the Mandafoldian Protectors. I used to be one of them. They’re strange. There’s our group, the Hidden Mandafoldians…me, Claire (she’s Sabine, but lately she’s been using her new Mandalorian armorer puppet, inspired by the armor in the Mandalorian show), Charlie—er, the Foldalorian bounty hunter, Kenzie, Danielle, Tom, Earl, and about twelve others. There are the Fold Watch. I used to be part of them, too…the Darkfolder…ugh…I hate to…to…think about it…
I love pancakes. Also, I ship Charlie x Claire.
Charlie’s third note: ❤️
Late during recess today, Charlie (I’mma call him that, ermagherd) came up to me, Claire, Tom, Kenzie, Danielle, Earl, and co.
“My hands are broken, but I got instructions. For Boba Felt, I think. Fold it, Claire. Please.”
Claire looked confused at him. “This…Charlie…this…THIS IS AMAZING! Two years without origami…my gosh…it can do a lot to you, but this, these are instrux! Finally! And for Boba Felt!
“Fold it. Now. Also, don’t add on that additional paper antenna.”
“When I’m done folding it, then, what’d you like me to put on it in dark grey Sharpie? What’s a representation of your hard and long journey to earn this, Charles M. Keating? Hmm?”
“A monitor lizard. But don’t draw it. It was…was…was a pathetic slay. I was helped by an enemy. An enemy that didn’t know it was my enemy.”
I looked stunned. So did everyone else.
“A new pupept it is, then, with no signet,” she said. “You haven’t earned it. But a new blaster is probably in order. You seemed to have lost it, somehow.”
I thought of Mr. Ridneor…
“No more rock candy, please. But! I think rocks will do well. When I was a toddler, I was always
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throwing small pebbles at people. It’s fun—I mean, uh…”
I laughed at him. I mean, c’mon? Throwing pebbles as a toddler? Don’t say that out loud, pally!
Charlie’s fourth note: I’m. Not. Your. Pally.
He checked the analog clock. Time was going faster and faster.
He looked at her furiously folding, as she commanded Earl and Tom to get some pebbles from the school garden. I gave him a large scowl.
“HI, don’t just stand there,” Claire said to me as she started coloring. “Give me some tape and scissors, c’mon. For the paper cape. Because, as every Mandafoldian in this darn school knows, you should never draw a cape on the actual puppet…”
I sighed and handed her some tape and scissors.
He…the crying guy…Mike, I think…he…he and the Noah guy were rushing me and every other sixth grader out as Ashley started shredding Lance Armstrong’s Origami C-3PO.
Charlie and Ciara were rushing out, arm in arm. Claire, Reuben, and Adam were all holding onto their origami Rebels characters. I overheard them making small talk.
“These guys, they came out of nowhere,” Adam said. “We need to fight back someday.”
“Let’s start soon, then,” Claire replied.
Reuben asked, “Like…like…like a rebellion? Ermagherd…”
Claire nodded. “Yeah. Like that.”
The mysterious hooded figure took out his phone. He obviously went to FaceTime or a Skype or something similar, because soon he was calling…a member of Jacob Minch and Dan/Eggbert’s Origami Clone Trooper/Fortune Clone Trooper/Origami Battle-Droid army.
“Sire?” the trooper asked.
“Execute…execute Fold 66. Spread the word, one by one.”
“Yes, sire.”
The call ended as word started to spread around the troopers, droids, and even Dan.
“I’m sorry, dude,” Dan said as he raised a Nerf blaster with a bunch of pickles in it at Jacob’s face. Jacob dodged, though, and grabbed ahold of one side of the shredder holding all the, erm, shredded puppets. The hooded dude grabbed onto the other side, though. Soon, broken pieces of shredder paper, metal, glass and plastic were sprawled across the floor as the troopers and droids both started extinguishing multiple students, including Jacob himself, Remi, Harvey, and a couple others.
“Let me go! My step…my…my…”
That’s the last word anyone ever heard from him, I guess, ‘cuz we never saw him in McQuarrie after that.
Ciara let go of Charlie’s hand. She got struck in the back by the original trooper who was alerted of “Fold 66.” Like, hit in the back. With the guy’s actual head. The dude headbutted Charlie’s past girl in the back, and hard. She fell to the floor as she told Charlie to go ahead of her before passing out.
“Hey, bub,” I said, clenching my fist. The trooper turned around.
“Uh-oh.”
WAM! The guy had suffered the same fate as Ciara, passing out as well.
Clarke finished folding the puppet.
“Foldalorian, I proclaim you a true member of the Patched Mandafoldian clan. Use the origami finger puppet carefully. Now, this gun…a Nerf Modulus Regulator blaster, to be precise, latest model…use it carefully as well. These two items will attract many eyes, but whatever you do, do not give up anything. That is the Way of the Mandafore.”
“This is the Way!” we all shouted in unison. “This is the Way! This is the Way!”
“The way…”
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Getting Him Back
By Charlie
I’m going back. For the kid.
The OriTroopers got out of the
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music room, and they both looked around.
“Hmm…I thought I had heard something. Meh. Probably that one weird kid who’s name is J—”
I came out from behind, and kicked one of them in the arm.
“How can someone’s leg get that high? OW!”
“Stop right there!” the other OriTrooper said, but I punched him in the leg. He fell down as I shut the music room door behind me, locked it, and went on my way.
I saw the Quentin Denning guy, working on something at a tiny, cramped table he had placed way in the back of the many rows and rows of seats.
“Oh, um, hi! Hi! My, uh, boss is not here, uhhh, right now. Please, uh, don’t hurt me. Um…thanks.”
I pushed him out of the way gently and looked down at what was on the table. A LEGO robot, with the kid placed inside seemingly carefully.
“Please…please take good, um, care of it if you’re, um, gonna keep it,” Quentin said, stammering still. “Um, it’s very precious. You know what it is, right?”
“Yes,” I responded. “I know very well.”
I took out my modified plastic spear. It had my new blaster on the edge instead of the usual spear edge, both taped and glued onto there. (It was really hard to stick on.)
“Is there anyone else here?” I asked furiously, as I picked up the child and put him down in the bottom of my pocket.
He shook his head. “Not as, ermmm, as…as…as…far as…I…know…”
He looked behind me, and I did as well. Zack and a few OriTroopers surrounding him were right behind me.
“Wait!” I said. “What I have in my pocket, right now, is very rare and precious.”
I sat the kid down on the ground, and then…
I activated the Nerf spear (I’m calling it that now) and shot at all of the OriTroopers…including Jack. As they were distracted, I exited the music room the way I came and left in a flash.
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Uh-Oh…
By Charlie
As I exited the school doors (yes, I was preparing to skip the rest of my classes, if you’re seriously wondering), I saw a broken tank holding an axolotl skeleton crammed into a nearby dumpster in a hurried manner, it seemed.
All of a sudden, though, I saw a seemingly normal fence lizard
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scattering across the sidewalk.
The HI Guy’s note: Across the school, I saw a bunch of bounty hunters take out their modified compasses, courtesy of the Fold Republic.
“The asset,” one of them said. “It’s…right outside the school doors. The client told us it would stay somewhere inside the school if we brought it to him. What the…?”
“It’s that darn Foldalorian!” a guy holding an origami Saucer Head from Solo said.
“#$@ away, dust breather!” a guy holding an origami IG unit said. “Let’s get him!”
“No,” someone with a deep voice said. I looked over. It was Jerry Kerkins. “We’ll wait…until right after school.”
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Friday Afternoon
By Charlie
Friday afternoon. In just a few minutes, everyone would be excused for a good, long Thanksgiving break.
I would’ve been heading home, playing with my Foldalorian puppet made out of those old Boba Felt instructions, and taking care (?) of the kid. Except, see, HI Guy had alerted me of a bunch of bounty hunters, saying that they all had those modified compasses leading in the direction of the asset no matter what—and that they said they’d attack me for it right after school.
So here I was, at the lonely gates of McQuarrie Middle School.
The bell rang.
A billion kids burst out the door, and I felt several pushes on my sides as they tried to escape this rugged, now Old West-esque wasteland, full of dirty bounty hunter scum—including me—and ruthless Fold Republic officials, soldiers, warlords and mercenaries.
Mando!” I said. I looked behind me. There was Jerry Kerkins, followed by several bounty hunters, clearing showing their puppets, loud and proud. All members of the guild were protected by the Bounty Hunting Protection Act Of 2018, demmed acceptable and put out in the waning months of the 2018-2019 school year.
“Lozn aundz tseshtern zey!” some tall exchange student speaking Yiddish said loudly.
“I literally can’t understand you right now, Aaron,” Jerry replied.
Aaron responded in English with, “It’s Lord Toademort. I have a puppet of a not-that-well-known Nephran bounty hunter named Lord Sacrumpis Toademort! Look him up! He’s Therm Scissorpunch’s second cousin!”
“Dude, all of us known that Lord Toademort is a weird Star Wars OC of yours,” a guy with a Saucer Heard puppet said meekly.
“Yeah, even I, the guy who’s about to kick all of your butts,” I replied smugly.
“Just…just…GET HIM!” Jerry said, and all the bounty hunters ran up to me angrily.
“Not so fast!”
I turned around.
The HI Guy, Claire, Kenzie, Earl, Tom, Danielle, and…*le gasp*…other tribes of Mandafoldians? The Fold Watch! Oh, man! I always wanted to meet them. Hmm…that guy’s pretty pasty-looking, though…
The Mandafoldian Protecto…oh. The Protectors looked really sloppy and kind of lazy-looking. Pfft.
The True
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Mandalorians all looked dirty (?) and rugged. I think I kind of liked them.
“Get down!” the HI Guy said, as I saw the Toademort dude trying to tackle me down.
Aaron landed on his side. “MY EVERYTHING IS BROKEN!”
“Well, that was unexpected,” Jasper said. “We broke something? I thought we just made him hurt?”
“Er…let’s get going,” I said.
“No,” the HI Guy said, pulling me to the side. “Get out of here. They don’t know our secret hideout, so just…just get out. Thanksgiving break just started. Go! GO! NOW!”
“Ya sure?” I asked. They nodded.
I ran up to the gold cart, when…
“Halt!” Jerry Kerkins said, pulling my shirt. “You just betrayed the guild, Foldo. The whole guild. You nasty Foldalorian, don’t…don’t you realize what you did?” He laughed and then continued. “We’ll let just you off for Thanksgiving break. But when you come back, I promise you this. You’ll be hunted by some of the best bounty hunters we’ve ever had—much better than you, too. Bye, bye, Foldo.”
He let go and put on a smug smile as I turned on the cart and left.
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“What should I name you?” I said to the kid. Obviously, since he’s just a puppet, he can’t talk without me.
“I’ll name you…um….ummmm….Five-Fold!”
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Bonus mini-chapter: THE MANDALORIAN BAD-GUY SMACKDOWN!!!
Based on the wondrous and classical pencil-flicking, Star Wars-themed games, Pencil Podracing and Pencil Wars, myself, whom I call L, and my dear associate, C, made a new game: The Mandalorian Bad-Guy Smackdown! Rules and practice track below. There’s no easy or hard for this game. Just hard. Our life’s been hard…since…THEN…
—W.T.W.W.
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The Foldalorian, Chapter Four: The Mouse, The Chicken, The Dog, The Chef, And The Monster
Me And The Kid
By Charlie
“Sit. Now.”
It was the first day back from Thanksgiving break. As I travelled to school with Five-Fold on the golf cart, I felt…we needed to hide. The client, Zack, the many OriTroopers of the Fold Republic, and probably all of the Guild.
“Okay…uh…”
I put Five-Fold in a place where no one would go. Not even YOU: the janitor’s closet. Except for that one weird kid, Poe, but no one talks about him.
“OW! Jerry! Aaron! OW! OWWWWW…”
“Zack! NOOO!”
“Aaaaaaah—”
After school, I returned to the closer, and then went all the way in back of the school’s parking lot to get my unharmed golf cart.
“I…I…we…we…need sanctuary, bud. For the night. Actual.y, you know what, I think I could go for a drink.”
A MONTH AFTER THE GREAT ORIGAMI JEDI PURGE…
By…Well, You’ll See…
“Hey, Cal. Cal! Callison Largent! Listen to meh! CAL!”
I took off my headphones.
Okay, you seem really confused for some reason, So, like, my dad—wait, what’s so weird about me having a dad?—has this job, and we constantly have to move. New Hampshire, New Jersey, Delaware—New York City—and even Georgia. Just for a month each. I hope this is different. I have this annoying big brother who just graduated from college, Clark. He’s doing well. His roommate Guillermo…a bit weird, I gotta say. They live in this little cul-de-sac house between Abrams Ave. and Johnson Street.
“My friend, Walton!” I said. Walton IS my friend, but he’s big, and has a very short temper.
“Listen, Cal, ya bettah not try to slack off again on da job. Da boss wants to see ya,” he replied.
So there was this Purge thing. Really big. A huge mess is splattered across the school halls that consists of torn paper, shredded paper, broken lockers, buckets of spilled paint, metal and plastic from a broken shredder, and a dry pool of blood. I think some chick named Ciana got hit in the head by some now-evil dude named Dan, who was supposedly a really good guy before. Ciana was pulled out two days after and is now probably going to another school, I guess. Who knows.
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Dave & Busters: Employee Instruction Video (And The Secret Attack From Chuck E. Cheese)
Transcripted by Ronald Henderson and Emma Dontinel, owners of the downtown Christiansburg location
Mr. Henderson: Why, hello there, new employee! Welcome to your first day working at Dave & Buster’s! I gotta say, it’s a real pleasure meeting you, and—
*FAST-FORWARD NOISES*
Mrs. Dontinel: …well, here’s a little secret, don’t tell the health inspector at any costs: we love shrimp for our cocktails and other alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. We especially want them fresh, healthy, and “ripe,” if you get what we mean. So…
Mr. Henderson: …we homegrown them! They’re all in a six-foot-long glass holding tank, which used to house chickens that we’d cook. Now we just get chickens imported from trucks. It’s easier. Don’t worry, don’t worry, we aren’t lying on the health part of things. We dressed the tank with actual plankton and other things wild saltwater shrimp like to eat, and there’s a lot of natural sand and water-plants in there, too! I mean, most ARE freshwater plants, so…uh, at least they have something else to nibble on in case they get sick of plankton, am I right?
*STATIC*
“Hey, Crossy Road’s broken again. Honey, can you please go fix it?”
“No hay problemá, mamá!”
A rather tall, brown-haired girl, I’d say 13 and a half in age, was carrying a small box of supplies as she went to the broken game. Those little kids REALLY loved Crossy Road. REALLY.
“PACKAGE FOR A MRS. DONTINEL!” some scrawny-looking delivery guy said, holding a small cardboard box that actually looked like it had been opened already, and then taped back together again.
“She’s…in the back kitchen,” the girl said.
“Well, what a shame. They’ll go to the diner anyways. They LOVE food.”
The delivery man opened the box. About ten or so house mice scurried out and scattered away into the nearby Dave & Buster’s bar.
“AAAAAH! Rats!”
“Mice!”
“MICE!!!!”
“Rabies-carriers!”
As all the customers sitting at the bar or playing arcade games nearby it, Mr. Henderson walked out from the back of the bartender’s counter, shouting, “CURSE YOU, CHUCK E. CHEESE FILTH!”
The scrawny “delivery guy,” who was really a Chuck E. Cheese employee in disguise, ran back and into the nearby Chuck E. Cheese…which was right onto the left side of the Dave & Buster’s location.
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Origami Yoda: Fallen Order (And Origami!)
By Superfolder SLS
“My inquisitors…,” the hooded figure said. “Come out of the shadows and rubble, please.”
Ashley, Andrew, and Helen—all evil people, I guess—came out of the rubble from the Great Origami Jedi Purge. Shattered glass, metal, and torn paper were scattered across the floor. That metal and glass, by the way? It used to be a shredder, broken by Jacob Minch. Everyone who still had origami fled. The Fold Republic had won.
“Good…”
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Me, Callison Largent, On Some Weirdo’s Radar
By Cal
Note by Charlie Keating: TWO YEARS AGO…
How do I explain…um, it’s been about a month and a half since the “purge.” That’s what the people ‘round here call it, anyways. Me, my annoying big brother, Clark, our mom and our dad have been traveling across New England these past few years due to his job. New Jersey, New York, Delaware—I’ve seen all of it. Eh, except Maine. Soon. Probably soon…
These guys seem to be devoted to Star Wars…really? Like, I’m more of a Spider-Man guy, I gotta admit, but I don’t think I’ll ever truly embrace that. Right?
Um, sorry for the low quantity. (Cal’s note: I said quality!) I bought this stupid recording thingy from this eBay user named kcampbell999. Can you edit out the “um”s? Thanks in, um, advance.
Cal’s note: Y’know, the Kellen guy never spoke out about it, but you don’t edit out the “um”s either…
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The Foldalorian, Chapter Two: My Mom’s Car Got Trashed
By Superfolder SLS
Prelude…
By The Foldalorian
People like me try to stay in the shadows.
Not me, though.
I’m a fighter.
A fighter/a new daddy to a proud piece of living(?) origami.
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I held the aquarium, which contained an axolotl who seemed to be the guardian of this…um…infant of Origami Yoda’s “species?” It kept cooing like the infant it was, as it and I tried to exit the music room.
“Hold it!” someone said. I turned around. It was two thug-like buff dudes dressed as Playing Cards. Playing Cards are the army of living cards that guard the Queen of Cards/The Red Queen. In this case, they just didn’t want me to get away.
I threw the aquarium and the post-it note onto Mr. Ridenour/FoldG-11 and tore off a paper-mâché tree branch from the rest of itself. I poked at the two Playing Card guys with the branch until one got distracted, and I snatched his also paper-mâché Playing Card spear.
They stepped away and went out of the room the other way.
“C’mon, guys, let’s go,” I said to Mr. Ridenour (and the slimy newt thing + its little origami friend, too).
My phone rang. “Oh, I’ll get it,” I said.
As soon as I answered, I heard my mom’s voice, panicking. “Charlie…they…they wrecked the car.”
Oh no. Those losers.
“FoldG, salamander thingie, little origami child, let’s go. My mother’s car got jumped.”
The Trip To Scaly Town: Discount Reptiles & Amphibians
By The Foldalorian
I pulled a red cart, with the aquarium and the post-it note holding the child inside. FoldG was in front of us, driving a golf cart.
“So your house…is across the street…from a reptile store? And let me get this straight: for the past few years, these stupid high school kids have been trashing your mom’s car over and over, whether it’s vandalizing it or putting a piece of chewed-up bubblegum on the car door.”
I nodded. “According to my mom, though, this time they…went a bit too far. The vehicle’s all cracked and dented, and she found a crowbar near the car.”
“A crowbar?” he asked, stunned.
I nodded.
It was a few hours after school. It was a cold, late autumn evening.
“We need to find shelter…somewhere,” Mr. Ridenour replied, going off topic. But I agreed.
“Hey…do you think…McQuarrie is still open?” I asked.
He turned around and looked at me, smiling.
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“’Night, FoldG,” I said, as I tucked into my bed in the music room, which consisted of the mangy rabbit mask left behind on the stage as the pillow, and a plastic tree prop as the blanket. It’s really stiff, and I think y’all know why.
I put the brown towel over the aquarium and the post-it note. Tomorrow would be a long day. Especially since a teacher would be absent, and so would a student who happens to be a 13-year-old (secret) bounty hunter.
The more and more I look at it, that baby 5-fold Yoda is getting cuter and cuter. So is that axolotl, too.
“’Night, Charlie,” Mr. Ridenour said.
Tomorrow would be a good day as well…but also a day full of revenge.
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Finally Getting To Scaly Town: Discount Reptiles & Amphibians
By The Foldalorian
As FoldG stopped the car and I stopped the wagon, I looked at my mom’s car. Wrecked. Dented. Hurt. Wait, no, machines can’t get hurt.
Then a machine did get hurt.
Well, almost.
MY machine friend. FoldG-11, also known as Mr. Ridenour.
“HEY!” the leader of that stupid group of reckless teenagers working at the reptile store said. “This is our turf. Who are you, and who’s your friend with the wagon and the axolotl?”
I facepalmed. Was I the only one on Earth who didn’t know what an axolotl was before? That’s kind of embarrassing.
FoldG-11’s note: Yeah, it kind of is.
The Foldalorian’s note: Hey, shut it! You’re a biology teacher, they work at a reptile and amphibian shop, and I’m just a regular kid!
FoldG-11’s note: You’re a bounty hunter.
The Foldalorian’s note: Point, point.
“Whoa, whoa, I don’t want any trouble!” Mr. Ridenour said.
“Sure ya don’t,” one of the leader’s friends said. He kicked Mr. Ridenour in the stomach, and he fell down to the ground. The snowy, and frankly muddy, ground.
“Leave my sidekick alone!” I yelled.
“Sidekick?” Mr. Ridenour asked himself.
“You’ve wrecked my mom’s car,” I said. “Yep, that’s her car in front of your store, all beaten and [CENSORED]. We’re not just gonna go to some car auto-repair shop and get it fixed there for, like, a thousand dollars or two—we’re not as petty as 99% of the population. We wanna fix it ourselves, but…we’ll need parts. Do you guys have parts? Any?”
The leader looked at his goons. They all looked at each other.
The leader of the group came up to me and said, “Come in. We need you to do something rather important to us in exchange for the parts.”
I smiled. This was gonna he the easiest thing in the world.
“See one of my friends over here? Jeremy? The dumb-looking one? Well, Jeremy over here accidentally bought a black-throated monitor lizard egg off the pet trade—the legal one, we swear—instead of a regular old savannah monitor lizard egg. Black-throated minutes get biiiiiig. It demands sacrifices—mice, small lizards, red-eared sliders. That was just the first year, though. This year, it’s been eating stuff like our bearded dragons and sulcatas. Even by accident, a, uh, juvenile ball python. Once, when Jeremy stepped into its enclosure—he stepped on one of its egg. He left that egg there for so many days without telling us. One day, we saw so many wild animals—gophers, finches, pigeons, doves, fence lizards, all of ‘em—simply just eating at the now-scrambled egg. We decided to let it have a bearded dragon the day after and took one of its unfertilized eggs when it was stuffing its face instead of looking.
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The egg was surprising…delicious. Every now and then, we’d make another animal sacrifice to the ugly thing to steal its great-tasting eggs…oh, those eggs…”
“Get back on track, boss,” Jeremy said.
“Right,” the leader replied, continuing. “It’s been six months since it would accept a sacrifice like a bearded dragon, baby python, or a sulcata tortoise. We need a human to tame it, but as you can see, we’re troublemakers—not fighters. Are any of you up to the challenge?”
I raised my hand. It wouldn’t hurt…I had hoped. I stuffed the infant 5-fold emergency Yoda into my pocket.
“Good, good. We’ll put you with it shortly.”
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As I walked into the back of the store with those teenagers, Jeremy said, “We’re here.”
“Where?” I asked.
“There!” the leader said. He pushed me into the nearby supply closet and then closed it. I heard the sound of locking. I proceeded to turn on the lights, and when I did…
There was a gigantic, 6-foot-long lizard in front of me. A dark gray color, it had an ugly, bumped snout, and a brownish-green belly. Its eyes were a whitish silver, with red veins spread throughout. Its pupil was a solid black color. Like a black hole.
I tried to push back against the wall, but it then opened. It was a door, and an unlocked one to be precise. It led to an outdoor pen, one covered in snow, mud, unpaved cement, dry soil and weeds—one that would fit a cow, or maybe a couple sheep and/or pigs. Not a pen for a normal lizard, but for one of this size? It was perfect.
“I pulled out my plastic spear. “Come and get some Foldalorian, you scaly cowar—”
Before I could finish, it bumped it flat, blackish-grey head into me, and I stumbled onto the ground. The baby 5-fold Yoda cooed.
“Shhhhhh,” I said. “It’s okay. NOW COME AT ME AGAIN, WHY DON’T YOU!”
The lizard started to run up to me like the true beast it was. As I tried to point my spear where its head should be, it kept zigzagging itself back and forth to escape the spear.
It then slapped me in the face with its tail. The plastic spear fell out of my hands and into a lump of monitor lizard dung. As I had fallen, trying to get back up again, something mysterious happened.
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It Is Time
By The Force
This is one of many, many universe. I’m the spiritual embodiment of the Force, see, and I’m in one of the many universes, protecting a Force user—at least any Force user I could find—and it’s…interesting, let me say. I’m possessing the axolotl guy, in the front of the store, waiting with the bounty hunter teacher guy, okay?
I could sense Charlie. He was hurt. Injured. By a lizard. A large lizard. I decided to activate the child’s Force powers.
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I Had A Feeling
By The Foldalorian
I had a feeling…
I took the 5-fold Yoda out of my pocket. I placed it gently on my index finger. Silently, too, as to not alert the monitor lizard, which was awake but resting at the other side of the pen.
I felt a jolt in my mouth. It was almost like a shock. Like…some type of hidden force.
I had the sudden urge to made the baby 5-fold Yoda “talk” with my mouth.
“Goo-goo-ga-ga,” it said. “Goo-goo.”
I could understand every word. “Hrrrrrmmmm. Ask politely, you should.”
Oh, pfft. I guess it was worth a shot.
I got up, and wiped a little bit of the mud off. I walked up to the monitor lizard, and poked it on the shoulder.
“Hello? Mr. Reptile? Yeah, can I have your egg? Please?”
It turned around, hissed at me, and grabbed the kid with its mouth.
“BLU-RAY NO!” I said, snatching it away before it could sink its teeth into my frien—I mean, bounty.
I felt another jolt as I had grabbed the kid. It had enough.
The lizard screamed. It was like some invisible thing had scared it away. It dug as fast as it could into a pile of snow and burrowed itself into there. That just screamed to me, “Take the egg now, dummy!”
I walked up to the egg. Cautiously, I picked it up and walked into the supply closet again, closing the door behind me.
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Meanwhile, In A Certain Cul-De-Sac…
By The Force
Guillermo looked out the window, then down at the ground.
It was almost time.
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The Great Origami Jedi Purge
By The Foldalorian
I overheard their conversation.
“He’ll come back soon enough,” I heard Mr. Ridenour say.
“He better hurry up,” the leader replied. “Or else we’re taking something of yours. How about, say, the tank with the axolotl? We haven’t had one of those in a year.”
“Nothing’s for sale,” FoldG responded.
“Well? What else is there?” the leader questioned.
Mr. Ridenour got nervous. “Um…well, an origami Yoda. You know who Yoda is, right? Yoda? From Star Wars?”
The leader got wide-eyed. “An origami…Yoda? I’ll pay you 5,000 dollars. Give it to me.”
As I crawled out of the supply closet, I was struck by those words. I remember…the end, it was. Tommy, Harvey, Sara, Jacob, and even villains like Zack, Vernon, and Ruth…all united, protecting their origami.
“TAKE COVER!” Lomax shouted as a mysterious cloaked figure grabbed the Mandafoldian and put it in his pocket. Next was Darth Paper, who was put in the shredder immediately. What a crueler fate.
Zack was punching Andrew in the face. “Gimme my stupid puppet back!” he said, yelling.
“How’d ya like this?” Ashley shouts, grabbing it out of Andrew’s hands and placing it in the shredder as well.
“Sy!”
“Luke!”
“Yodaaaaaaa!” Dwight cried out, shedding a single tear.
Origami Yoda was in the hands of the mysterious cloaked figure who captured the Mandafoldian.
“You can’t kill Yoda!” Mike said. The figure definitely called on his bluff.
He ripped Yoda in half, slowly and carefully. We saw those careful folds for the robes become undone. The ears? Kapoof. And the face—the face got most of the damage.
“Uh…,” Mr. Ridenour said. “The thing is…”
Harvey’s origami Kylo Ren, which he had since the beginning of the Edu-FUNpire’s rule but never used, got taken out of his pocket and thrown into the shredder by Ashley.
Jacob was leading the attack on the newly-formed Fold Republic.
“Utinni!” Ruth said, weakly kicking a Fold Republic member in the leg. The Fold Republic member then kicked him somewhere unforgivable, and Ruth stepped away, obviously hurt.
Jacob tried to lead his old army of origami battle-droids from that “week of Papertine” event into battle, and he himself tried to steal the shredder away before any other puppet could suffer that horrible fate. The mysterious figure that had kidnapped the Mandafoldian and torn Origami Yoda pulled at the other side of the shredder as Fold Republic soldiers (carrying Rebel Alliance soldier puppets, of course) attacked the origami battle-droid army. It was like a game of tug-of-war, and Jacob lost it eventually. The cloaked figure pulled so hard at the other end of the shredder that both sides let go of it, and is splattered across the floor like broken glass. There was lump of discarded metal, plastic, actual and not metaphorical glass, and most of all, shredded paper.
All Hope was lost.
“…he took it with him.”
The leader had a scowl on his face. “GIVE IT TO M—”
“There he is! And with the origami Yoda!” FoldG said excitedly.
I held the child in one hand, and the egg in the other.
“Oh! Good!” Ruth said. “Let’s celebrate!”
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Fixing The Car
By The Foldalorian
Soon we were having a really, really late breakfast (brunch?) with the leader of the group of teenagers that had trashed my mom’s car. Eggs with toast. The toast was made of homegrown wheat from Jeremy, apparently, but the eggs? Eh, you can probably guess.
A couple hours later, it was getting just a little dark out.
“Even with all the parts,” I said, “this is gonna take days to fix. And the leader of that group said none of them are going to help.”
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“Well, let’s get to it, right?” FoldG said, picked up a hammer.
“Alrighty then!” I replied.
BUZZZZZZ!
ZAP!
I looked down the flipped-over post-it note. The baby 5-fold Yoda was sleeping. Probably tired after what it did. Er, what I think it did. Right? Right? Right? Right?!
BUZZZZRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
RIZIPPPP!
ZOPPPPP!
CLANK!
I wiped my forehead. It had been four hours since we had started…
ZIP-ZAP-ZIP!
CLONKITY-CLONK!
CLANKITY-CLANK!
Mr. Ridenour was melting a small piece of metal onto the car using that old “killing an ant using the sun and a magnifying glass” method. Look it up. Also, it was sunset.
CLINK! CLANK!
BRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
BIIIIZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!
It was ten at night…
BIZOPPP!
Midnight…
RRRRRRR……
Four in the morning…
AAAAAAARRRRRRRR!
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
Seven. It was seven in the morning when we had finished. Just…an hour…before…school…
“Well, you should get going,” Mr. Ridenour said. “I should, too. You first, though. You’re the student here.”
“Let’s wait for my mother first! Geez…,” I replied.
We waiting for my mom for twenty minute,s but she came around. She took the car, thanked and hugged me, kissed Mr. Ridenour on the cheek—passionately (Possible romance…? I’d hate to think about it more…), and left.
Mr. Ridenour quickly tied a rope, connecting the red wagon which had the tank and the post-it note inside, and the actual golf cart.
“It’s all yours,” he said. “I can walk.”
I nodded.
“Good luck with the child!” he said, waving goodbye. “May it bring you the best instructions out there!”
As Mr. Ridenour came out of sight, I looked behind me…at…it. I’m not sure anymore—should I give it away to the nasty Fold Republic, or instead be hunted down like my—um—friends, all those weeks, months, YEARS ago…when the Great Purge happened…
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You-teeny!
By The Force
“You-teeny!” the leader asked. “That’s how it’s pronounced, right? I’ve forgot, after all these years…since the purge…”
Jeremy shrugged as he walked away, to go check on the Pac-Man frogs one more time for that night.
“Don’t forget to feed the monitors! Including the big one that the bounty hunter guy fought earlier!” he said, and Jeremy nodded.
“Bounty hunter…,” the leader said, muttering o himself. He got out a cardboard box labeled “memories,” and took a neatly-folded but severely aged Jawa puppet out of it.
“You-teeny…utinni…utinni……,” Ruth said, now chanting.
“Utinni…”
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The Foldalorian, Chapter One: The Mysterious Class Pet
By Superfolder SLS
Prelude (again)
It’s I, the Mandafoldian, also known as Charlie Keating, yet again. Call me the Mandafoldian, or my newer bounty hunter name. You’re a stranger, and I prefer it remains that way. Be formal around me, alright? Alright.
It’s been two years since sixth grade, 2017, and the year of the Edu-Fun empire’s destruction. The school was pretty much saved, and the McQuarrie Middle crew lived good lives from then on, and it continued way after their middle school years ended—but that story’s not mine, and you definitely wanna hear mine.
Anyhow, presently there’s a really big bounty on the market—for an unknown target. The Fold Republic is offering a really big reward for it: rare origami instructions. Let me just say, it’s hard to get instructions for origami around this school nowadays. Some people really exaggerate these times, though. Sure, they managed to move all known instructions and even traces of an origami Yoda’s existence off the whole Internet, but most of the other stuff people say the Fold Republic did is false—which is real bad. Listen up here: if one empire falls, and then a worse one rises, and most of the stuff it promises to restore never happens or gets done really slowly, you have chaos. Completely and utter chaos. In this chaos, bounty hunters rise. Including me. The Foldalorian. It’s time for a makeover (not in a girlish way).
My New Bounty Partner, And, Ugh, He’s Annoying
Every bounty hunter in the McQuarrie Middle School Official Bounty Hunting Guild knew about the new mystery asset, but no one knew who or what it was. To get coordinates for where the asset was located in the school, though, papa Foldalorian over here needed to go on a side bounty hunting mission. First, though, a nice drink with my friend, whose name will remain unknown for goodness sake. It seems like that Lomax kid (now in 10th grade) would just allow people’s names in his case files, with or without their permission.
“The Mandafoldian!” one of the students said as I entered the cafeteria.
“Woah, woah, guys, I have a new name now,” I announced. “The Foldalorian. Don’t tell the big guys, though.”
Everyone laughed, and some nodded.
“Also, chocolate milk. Two straws. No carrots, please. One plum. Can I have some of that sloppy-looking mac and cheese, ooooohhhh! Some chicken, too. Thanks.”
I sat down, across from my friend.
“Hey, Ch—I mean, Foldalorian.”
“Hey, C—I mean, uh, Weapon-Master.”
She giggled.
“What? Everyone calls me that? Why can’t I call you something that you’re known f—”
She got serious. “Listen, dude. I have a bit of information on the asset. Apparently slimy, carries a whole bunch of information relating to the Fold Republic, and pink. You can’t touch it, or else it’ll die. They don’t want it to get into the right hands, too—get it, because they’re corrupt—and everyone, of course, knows they’ll pay handsomely with something you and others really want: origami instructions. Of course, they’re not origami Yoda instructions. If they give that away to basically anyone, balance would be restored, right?”
I nodded.
“Well, that’s it,” she said, finished with her talk. “Oh, two straws? That’s, um, interesting. I like it.”
I blushed. Maybe it was a bit too revealing, because right after, she said, “Listen, man, we’re just friends, and one of us happens to provide the other weapons.”
She took the other straw out. Her straw. I started to feel sad, but then she gave me a couple pieces of rock candy. “Use it wisely. Put it in your Nerf blaster, and hurry! Hurry! Before the Fold Republic comes on a patrol!”
I took them and left, saddened.
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New Intel On The Asset (which turned out to be pretty lame…)
I was on the desert planet known as Maseec, in a cantina located in the small providence of Ruum. Just joking, I was in the music room. A big, hollow opera space. All the seats were empty, and no one was even practicing music when I was in there. No wonder their performances are always so bad.
Except for Zack Martin and his small gang of troublemakers and people who actually DO know karate. Just joking, all they know is how to push someone’s head into a wall. They’re dumb.
Now, I wasn’t looking for Zack Martin, and definitely didn’t wanna get into trouble with him. But! I had to deal with him and his friends, I guess…I stepped closer…
“Hey, aren’t you that Mandafoldian kid?” Zack said.
“Yeah. I, uh, I’m look for my boss. Leader of the McQuarrie Guild of…um…I’m just looking for Jerry. Can you get me to him…?”
Zack started cold and hard at me. Well, you’re probably wondering, “FOLDALORIAN, WHY IS ZACK STILL IN MCQUARRIE?” The answer is, he’s been in eight grade for three years. He’s dumb especially, let me just say that. Or else I’d have to get into a long speech about it.
Zack and his friendos corners me like stormtroopers as I walked to the back of the rows and rows of seats with them—and then I saw someone. About Zack’s age when he was actually in eighth grade, so basically, my age. It wasn’t my boss, Jerry, who is the leader of the guild. It was a mysterious client.
“Cha—Foldalorian, I’ve heard that you’re the best in the school. D. Struction’s gone. Campbell’s gone, at least the evil version of him. No more bounty hunters…but you. Oh, and a few guys with origami IG units. And then maybe another one or two guys without origami IG units—but let’s get back to the topic at hand. There’s this target who carries very important—um—stuff to the Fold Republic, and we need you to get it for us. He’s smily, pink, and is worth rare origami instructions. If you get me the asset, I’ll pay you up with those instructions. Promise, though, to never, ever, ever show it to anyone. Ever.”
I nodded.
“I’ll give you a bit of new information on it, too,” he said. I got excited.
“Do tell, do tell, do tell!” I said, literally jumping up and down.
“Only the age, though. Aaaaaand I’ll give you a modified compass, both free and from us at the Fold Republic, that leads directly in the asset’s direction, wherever you go.”
My jaw dropped. “C’mon, can you at least describe the uh? Yeah, yeah, probably a very sloppy eater, emits a lot of saliva, and very pink. I get it. Please, though…more?”
“No,” the client replied. I was gonna say something else, but he cut me off. “It’s 15.”
I looked confused. “It can’t be Zack, right? I know that he’s 15, but he’s really pasty, not at all a pink color, skin tone-wise—”
“We’ve got you cornered, dude, four to one,” Zack commented in an aggressive voice.
I pulled out my Nerf N-Strike model jolt blaster, which was full of pulled-off bits and chunks of that hard rock candy stuff; sweet to eat but hard to the stomach—both if you actually do eat it and if someone throws it at you via Nerf blaster.
“Well, Mr. Martin, I can bring you in hot…or cold,” I said. “No, seriously. If you wanna get shot with rock candy, do you want me to fill the blaster up with chilled water, or just no water at all?”
He smiled. “Thanks for asking. I’d like chilled, if you’re wondering.” His face turns into a huge scowl again. “NOW BE MY DEAD MEAT!”
I was actually a bit scared—I backed away. The client gave Zack some type of signal, and he backed away.
“You have all of lunchtime to get the job done, Foldalorian. Now go. The bell’s about to ring.”
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Biology Class, A.K.A. Driving School For Eighth Grade Bounty Hunters
The class right before lunch. Biology. As I entered the room, it was completely empty. The teacher, Mr. Ridenour, was seemingly waiting for me, sitting on a student’s desk.
“Uh…Mr. Ridenour…where is everyone?” I asked.
“Well, Charles R. Keating, they’re all viewing a play by the sixth graders. Alice in Wonderland. Y’know, that Claire girl made a pretty believable Alice.”
I thought of…her…no, I gotta focus. I really gotta focus.
“I left a few minutes ago from the music room to come here,” he explained. “Before you go there, you need to learn some things…like, say, how to drive one of the school’s old, old transportation carts.”
“You mean those repurposed golf carts that date back to, like, forty years ago?” I asked, obviously confused.
“Yeah, if you’re gonna crash the play, you’re gonna to learn quickly on how to drive one of those rickety things—you could fall off at any second.”
I raised an eyebrow. Did the client lie? Sure, he’s Fold Republic, but surely he wouldn’t lie about me having to find it the class period time after my only chance ever would’ve been gone, right?
“Okay, then. C’mon, let’s start riding.”
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I turned on the cart. It was really old and dusty. As the engine turned on, a foul smell emitted from it.
“Is that rust?” I asked.
“Yep,” Mr. Ridenour replied. “Now just…steer. We’ll only be here for a couple more minutes, I bet. You’re handling that wheel really well.”
I started driving around the hall. Oh my God, that smell.
“There’s still that smelly cloud of rust following the golf cart. Is that normal?” I asked him.
He responded, “Yeah. It’s been doing that since I was hired here, like, seven years ago. Maybe six.”
I shrugged. I was fine with it.
“I think you’re ready,” he said. “Go now. Crash that play.”
I smiled. As I started to drive…
He laughed. “Okay, but first, Charlie—er, Foldalorian, I’ve heard—you’ll need a disguise. Here, I got you a Boba Fett mask. This school used to be obsessed with Star Wars anyways, with or without origami.”
After I put my cheap Boba Fett Halloween mask on (it’s November, I was a little tired of people still hanging onto that holiday), I looked back. He waved goodbye as I left to crash the sixth grade McQuarrie Middle School production of Alice in a Wonderland, starring eighth grader Claire McKinnins as Alice, the titular character, and my love interest, frankly.
I laughed after I left the hall, though. As I kept driving, I said aloud, “Why would a teacher wanna crash a play?” I guess some things are better left unanswered, you know?
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The Confidence I Needed…
“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” I shouted as the cart accident flew out the doors of McQuarrie, due to my reckless driving.
“You could fall off at any second…”
Mr. Ridenour’s words echoed in my head—and then it actually happened. The seat jumped up a little, and I bounced off the cart onto a nearby patch of mud, face-first. Mask-first, should I say.
As I wiped the visor off with a piece of tin foil I found right next to the mud patch, and then I saw part of my reflection in the tin foil. I flipped it off complete and saw my full face—I mean, mask. It was like Boba Fett’s mask still, but with brown instead of green.
I felt something under it, though. I realized that it wasn’t just tin foil. I lifted the tin foil off, and underneath was…my old Mandalorian puppet? The Mandafoldian?
It’s really snowy in our area. Like, starting in early October. It must’ve been preserved in this single mud patch for all those days, weeks, months, even years. I guess not all origami got shredded and stuff like that. It was basically my old origami finger puppet, still completely fine, probably protected by that tin foil. Thanks, tin foil.
I got up. I was the Foldalorian, no doubt about it. I got back on the cart, and drove as fast as I could into the school. I went one way, then another way, until…ah, the music room door. Time to venture into the fierce desert planet of Maseec, into a small cantina in the tiny providence of Ruum.
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The Foldalorian and FoldG-11 in Wonderland
“I’m the Cheshire Cat, the Che—”
I drove in, with my brown Boba Fett mask, now Mandalorian-style.
I saw the look of surprise on Claire’s face, my supplier of weapons, as I proceeded to drive up the stage and onto the main platform.
“Aaaah!” she said, running away. The dude playing the Cheshire Cat ran away as well, escorting Claire away and helping her down the stairs with her big blue-and-white Alice dress.
“Wait!” I heard someone say. It was familiar. I saw Mr. Ridenour, wearing a C-3PO mask, gunslinging…my Nerf blaster, with rock candy coming out of it as well? I touched my pocket. My blaster was gone. That scoundrel. Also, I saw a peek of an origami finger puppet in his pocket, tucked deep in—an origami IG-88. No, the Mandalorian just came out on that Disney+ thing. IG-11? Oof.
“C-3PO’s holding a Nerf gun! Everybody, scatter!” I heard a student say, possibly the same one from the cafeteria who called me out as the Mandafoldian, my former bounty hunter identity.
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The Asset Revealed
By The Foldalorian (yes, now I’m doing those “by ___” things that Lomax used to do…)
Note by The Foldalorian: This is a secret chapter. Lomax did these sometimes, right? It’s just, right now, I’m thinking about him and his friends a lot. You’ll see why very soon…
The whole providence of Ruum, on the desert planet of Maseec, was fully evacuated. The plastic tree props in the background of the stage had fallen over. The guy playing the March Hare had left his mangy rabbit mask with a bad paper-mâché hat glued on behind. I kicked it to the side as FoldG-11, A.K.A. my biology teacher and new friend, Mr. Ridenour, were heading towards the back of the stage, where we had heard a strange bubbling noise. The golf cart was parked in the very front of the stage, and as we went to the back, we saw an aquarium tank. Probably filled with water, and with a filter and bubbler, by the sound of the, um, bubbling.
It was covered in a soft, brown towel. We saw a small post-it note on the towel, reading, “If you uncover it, it’ll bond to you forever. You think it’s worth something, but the love of this thing will be eternal, even after it’s eventually gone. It’s worth much more than a single piece of instructions. Enjoy it. —W.T.W.W.”
How did the note know about my mission? Is this a setup? And lastly, who is W.T.W.W.? Hmm…
I quickly took the brown towel off.
“FoldG-11…I can call you that, right?”
Mr. Ridenour nodded. “It’s actually OriG-11, but I think I like this new name.”
“FoldG, the client said the asset was 15 years old or so, right? This is just a plain ol’ salamander, and salamanders have gills and those red frill things when they’re infants, right?”
FoldG said, “I’m a biology teacher, man. Some species age differently than others. This thing can probably breed and live its full adult life looking like this.”
It was…an axolotl! I think it was an axolotl, now that I’m reminiscing about it all.
“This thing’s aquatic, though. It’s pink, slimy, but where’s the thing that’s important to the Fold Republic and their reputation? It doesn’t compute.”
We heard a soft, almost baby-like sneezing noise. It was on the back of the post-it note!
“Don’t tell me someone attached a baby of this species to the back of that,” FoldG said, exasperated. “They can’t survive out of water for long, unless they’re metamorphosed.”
I picked the post-it up and flipped it over. It was a smaller version of one of those 5-fold emergency Yodas that Dwight Tharp used to make whenever the “real” Origami Yoda wasn’t around with him.
“Charlie, I think we should terminate it, if you know what I’m talking about,” FoldG suggested. “I don’t think the client would accept…this, alive. Whatever ‘alive’ for this thing means.”
I untaped the poor “baby” 5-fold Yoda and put it in my hands.
“No!” I screamed. “It’s…it’s too precious!”
“Er—alrighty,” he said, putting the Nerf blaster down.
I looked at the baby 5-fold Yoda. I swear to God, it creased its own paper ear towards me.
I put my finger against its ear. It was like the Sistine Chapel painting. Finger and finger. I was binded to this little guy.
I AM binded to this little guy.
And I am the Foldalorian.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
By the author, SLS!
I’d like to thank a lot of people for this. Lately, I’ve been in a bit of a dry area creatively, but recentry, things have been looking up. Of course, this is dedicated to Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni, who created the awesome series of the Mandalorian in the first place. Also, Taika Waititi, for voicing that lovable bounty droid, IG-11.
Now, onto the Superfolders who I’d love to dedicate. SF Darth Noah/just Noah, OrigamiLuke100, SF Mega3–all of those people. There are also some I’d love to dedicate just for being my friends. These include SF CrimsonDawn (though he should chill a bit on the capitalized letters), Lord Toademort, Potato Dabber (don’t judge him, his account was made in 2015), SF Hades, all the guys and gals in the Bendy and the Ink Machine fanfiction community, Camster Origami, yes, that little dapper boi, Siegfried Tyrone Fischbacher (he’s a really nice guy IRL), jdbubblestuff, and Jar Jar Pleats.
Oh, and the creator of the original Mandafoldian story, who originated online on this niche fanfiction site for a niche fandom, Origami Yoda: Sf Guillermo. Thanks.
Signing off again,
SLS
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Okay. It’s been a month since OrigVenom. I know. You’re probably stressed out. Probably tired. Probably thinking, “It’s nine ‘o clock at night, SLS, ya little *&^%.” 😑
BUT DIS MIGHT BE THE GREATEST THING SINCE SLICED ORIGAMI YODA IN A TRASHCAN COVERED WITH BAKED BEANS
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So I’d love to email you, I really do, but…as ya know, I have my reasons.
When I’m probably 14 years old I’ll get access to email. Dis won’t be forever. 😤
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In fact I can hear your mom probably yelling at you for not going to sleep now. You should run. Quick. 😬
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LOL! It only happens if you put Closed Captions.
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Yeah I know
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