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OJ groaned as he made breakfast for the inhabitants of his hotel.

"Why do I have so many people here..!?" He quietly ranted to himself.

Paper; OJs best friend then walked in.

"Heya, Orangey!" He welcomed him.

"Hey, Paper." OJ replied.

"Are you ok, OJ? You seem.. weird." Paper asked.

"No, no, no.. Im fine, Papey! It's just that.. theres.. There are so many people to make breakfast for.." He blurted out.

"When's breakfast!?" Trophy trudged into the kitchen, preparing to make a protein shake.

"In a few," OJ responded.

"I got you."

Everyone got out of their beds for breakfast; as they all sat down at the dining table, they talked about their mornings and how things went.

Tissues was talking with Marshmallow while shoveling food into his mouth.

"Oddly enough, today is the day we all have a picnic, but they're already eating? What a debacle." Tissues thought.

"Are you guys excited for the picnic?" OJ asked.

"I have better things to do." Knife groaned.

"I'm better things." Marshmallow joked, then getting bitchslapped by Knife.

"Ughh, shut up." He said.

The brief 5-second seeming silence was broken by OJ's phone ringing.

"One sec, gotta take a call.." He silently muttered, dashing to the other room.

"Hello!?" OJ angrily whispered into his phone.

"How's the mission going?" The voice responded.

"Meh. Planning to bring them on a 'picnic'" He rolled his eyes.

"Really? a PICNIC?" The voice boomed.

"What did you expect?! A magical palace with a sparkly unicorn servant and a wardrobe which has lots of pretty dresses and tiaras and a ball which has your idol 'Like Nastya' and then you two have a royal princess party!?" OJ snapped, still trying to keep a speck of humor.

"I'll be there in approx 5 minutes." OJ continued.

"Make it 3, you have an object to assassinate."

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It was the day of the picnic.

Whilst everyone would be oblivious, that OJ wasn't OJ.

He was an.. assassin!?

But what was HE doing?!

Setting up a PICNIC!?

What a sissy. (NOT the slur..)

All of the crew sat down, most enjoying the fresh air after days of just sitting in bed; doing nothing.

"So, how is everything going..?" OJ tried to initiate a conversation.

"Meh, nothing exciting usually happens." Fan responded, swallowing his lemonade greedily.

"Nice, nice.. Hey.. I, gotta go to the bathroom.." OJ rushed there.

"Hey boss, I'm getting into full gear."

He murmured, getting his "outfit" on.

To the world, he was known as OJ.

To his gang, he was known as.. well, OJ.

But usually known as the nation-wide wanted villain; Solemn.

And he was gonna make that KNOWN.

"Rodger that, do you have the darts?"

"What darts?"

"The ones with POISON! You dumbass!"

"I'm NOT dumb!"

"Well, you sure do sound like you are!"

"I HAVE THE DARTS!"

"About fucking time."

"See ya', bitch."

"See you later, twink-agator."

Fan and Marshmallow were casually sitting by a pool of water, swinging their legs around peacefully,

"Doesn't the water feel nice?" Fan asked her.

"Yeah, very.. moist." Marshmallow responded back.

Fan accidentally misplaced his hand, so instead of it going on the lush grass, it landed smack-dab on top of Marshmallow's.

"EEP!" She immediately yanked her hand away from the seemingly.. forbidden touch, her face red as shit.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" He repeatedly apologized.

"No, it's.. fine." She murmured.

Marsh was about to say something else until an ominous creature's posture was reflected on the pond.

"What the hell is that?!" Fan shrieked.

"Heh, y'know me already. Name's Solemn. Let's get this over with." OJ responded.

"Wait a minute, THE Solemn!?" She gasped.

"Yep," He took Marsh's hands.

"It's time to party."

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"Guh!?" Marshmallow yelped.

"I'll save you, Marsh!" Fan yelled from aside.

OJ started dancing with Marshmallow in his hands.

"SOMEONE HELP HER!" Fan screamed to the rest of the crew, aggressively pointing at the poor struggling object.

"IS THAT SOLEMN!?" Everyone shrieked in unison.

"Yes! but we don't have enough time!" He rasped out, trying to pull her out of OJ's hands.

Everyone joined in, trying to pull Marshmallow free out of Solemn's grasp.

It was until OJ shot her with a poison dart.

Fan's world stilled.

Marshmallow fell.

Fan screamed as he tried to catch her.

Her unconscious body hit his hands with a reverberating "thud!".

"Marshmallow.. please, stay alive.." Tears ran down Fan's face as he desperately tried to wake the poor passed out object in his hands.

There was still no sign.

"SOMEONE GET HER TO A HOSPITAL, QUICK!"

"Please, please, please make it.. I need to get her treated immediately, I don't have enough time, please, please go faster.. for her sake, PLEASE!" Fan shook Paper, sobbing at the top of his lungs.

"I'm going faster!" Paper reassured, who was driving his van at almost the speed of light to the local hospital.

They arrived there shortly after.

"Someone help her! She's extremely sick!" He begged the doctor, carrying her unconscious figure.

The doctor frantically agreed, rushing Marsh into the ER.

Hours passed by, they were still seeing if Marshmallow would be okay.

Fan sat in the waiting room, so devastated he couldn't even cry anymore.

"I just hope she's doing alright. I do admire her lots, so it would mean the world to me if-" Fan broke the silence, his voice almost invisible.

'Please come into the ER, Mr Breezi." The nurse said over the intercom.

"I am afraid she has chronic bronchitis, her symptoms are currently severe, sadly. She is currently in a coma at the moment." The nurse continued.

"Your fucking joking." Fan laughed, tears of regret streaming down his face.

Why did he not save her?

Why had he not have taken a chance!?

Ever since Solemn's attack, he had been more than wanted.

He was vowed by Judge Gavel himself (now a mayor.) to be killed on the spot if sighted.

Which annoyed OJ greatly.

"Hey," OJ returned, his face covered in filthy grime.

"Sup. How'd the assassination go?" PopTart huffed, reading the newest addition of The Meeple Times.

"What do you think? It's all over the damn news." He threw his bag of darts on the floor. "Managed to poison one figure, at least."

"Well, ya' tried." Dictionary was watching the news with Frank and Banana.

"Was it Bitchmallow?" Teddy Bear stalled in the corner.

"Yep."

"Ahh. I see." He continued.

"The picnic was fine and dandy." OJ added.

"Good to hear." Teddy Bear nodded.

Banana spat out his Monster Energy as he heard something shocking.

"THE CONTESTANTS ARE GONNA RAID OUR BASE!?"

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The news about the soonest raid was practically blaring on the TV now, basically the only thing echoing the sad, cold sewers.

"Why me.." OJ angrily muttered to himself.

"I know." PopTart agreed.

"Get ready, we're fighting for our rights."

"OK, so the mission is to raid Solemn's place?!" Apple replied to her walkie-talkie.

"Yep." Paper replied.

"Wait, wheres Fan!?" She choked.

"He's off the shift; for now," Test Tube responded.

"Remember what happened to Marshmallow? He needs a break."

"Rightttt." Apple groaned.

"I do actually feel bad for her.." She sighed.

" We all do. Now get to WORK."

Apple didn't hesitate.

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It felt like hours after Apple and the rest had arrived at what seemed to be Solemn's place.

But it was only approx 20 minutes.

It had felt like they just stumbled across a dirty, sad and abandoned subway transport station.

Because it actually was one.

"Well, well, well. Look who arrived, at last..~" OJ cooed.

"I know you're there, Solemn." Paper groaned, readying up his self-drawn powers; two consecutive balls of plasmic light swirling around tenaciously in his hastily clenched arms.

"Now, now, don't be like that.." OJ jumped out of nowhere, moderately startling Paper.

Paper charged his powers, blasting them all at OJ as he bellowed.

At the last second, he barely dodged the attack; the light from the plasma almost blinding him.

"Heyyy!!" OJ whined. "That's not fair!"

"But it doesn't have to be." OJ added, pinning Paper down.

Paper struggled, squirming around while yelling for aid.

But he was a Renegade. He wouldn't give up.

He quickly got out his pen, sketching hastily on his arm.

OJ had no idea what he was doing, but it was something with his damned powers.

"Don't leave me here standing forever." Paper leaped up, forming something over his.. head?

"What the hell is-" He murmured, before getting almost obliterated by a boulder.

Drawn by Paper himself.

"ACK!" He groaned, hollering for the others to set ready.

Teddy Bear immediately darted towards everyone else from the Renegades standing.

He let out a shrill war cry as he slid out his spear, hurting Salt in response.

Salt cried out as she hit the floor, sobbing quietly.

Paper screamed in pure rage as he wrestled Teddy Bear to the ground.

"DON'T HURT- ack! HER!" He clenched Teddy's arms so tight, his knuckles looked like they were about to burst.

PopTart swung in from above, as he tried kicking Paper in the face.

Paper was about to lose his shit.

He screamed as he swung PopTart by the foot, throwing him against a wall.

PT almost died on impact.

"OWCH!"

"Hey, shh, shh, you're ok.." Paper kissed her cheek.

"P-Paperrrr!! Stahhpppp!!!" Salt giggled.

Paper and Salt were best friends.

They kissed all the damn time.

They didn't give two shits.

Salt's cheek burned from where Paper had kissed her.

"What if.." She thought one thing, before her and Paper were cornered by Banana.

He teleported all over the place, making the two dizzy.

Salt suddenly retched once.

Then twice, then thrice.

She finally stopped, collapsing in his arms.

"My poor baby.." Paper murmured.

He kissed her forehead, before dashing for Banana.

Paper then stilled for a moment.

Someone was escaping.

That same someone had set the building on fire.

Then, all of them jumped as they heard a shrill yell.

There was a stranger in there.

It sounded like a kid.