The group barged into Mr. Reca’s room without knocking, the door swinging open to reveal a chaotic scene of crumpled papers and scattered origami models everywhere.
The walls were plastered with film posters, some of them upside down, and in the center of the room stood Mr. Reca, a wild look in his eyes, surrounded by a sea of swirling dream bubbles.
“Stelle! March! Danheng! Boothill!” he exclaimed, his voice rising above the noise. “You’ve made it just in time!”
Stelle crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. “Just in time for what, exactly? The paper apocalypse?”
“Ah, yes, the origami disaster! Quite a spectacle, isn’t it?” Mr. Reca replied, his enthusiasm undeterred.
“Though, I must admit, it’s not exactly what I planned for the festival!”
Boothill stepped forward, his hands on his hips. “This ain’t no time for your flimsy doodles, Reca! We just took down a dragon made of paper! I nearly had my face roasted like a fudge pie!”
Mr. Reca adjusted his glasses, nodding eagerly. “Yes, yes! The origami went rogue! It’s a disaster of epic proportions! We need to destroy the dream bubble surrounding this place to subdue the curse!”
“Destroy the dream bubble?”
Robin echoed, raising an eyebrow.
“And how exactly do we do that?”
Mr. Reca waved his hands, caught up in the excitement.
“By channeling the strongest energies around! Love, friendship, connection—anything that resonates with the heart! But, you know, just destroy the bubble.
The love part is… um, not really important!”
Boothill rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
“So what you’re sayin’ is we just need to break some dream bubble? Well, that’s just dandy! What’s next? A flippin’ fairytale?”
He leaned in closer, wagging a finger.
“Because if this whole ordeal turns into some mushy romance story, I’m gonna lose my fudge-loving mind!”
“Calm down, Boothill,” Danheng said, crossing his arms.
“It’s not the worst plan. We need to figure out how to contain the chaos first.”
March chimed in, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“So we need to find that energy to break the curse? This is so romantic! Maybe it’ll be like one of Robin’s songs!”
“Or a movie,” Stelle added with a grin, nudging March.
“But who’s the ‘true love’ we’re supposed to find?”
“Wait a second,” Boothill interjected, waving his hands frantically.
“Now hold on there, partner! I ain’t tryin’ to be no star in your lovey-dovey flick!”
He sighed dramatically.
“If I wanted to be wrapped up in a romance, I’d’ve just brought my good ol’ pal Fuzzy the Horse along for the ride!”
“Fuzzy?” Robin asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Is that your horse?”
“Yeah, he’s a fine steed, but he don’t talk back! Unlike some folks I know!”
Boothill replied, shooting a pointed look at the group.
Stelle laughed, breaking the tension.
“Come on, Boothill! This is a chance to be a hero! Think of the glory! The fame!”
“Glory and fame don’t mean squat when you’re in a sticky mess with a bunch of angry paper animals!”
he shot back, though a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“What I need is a plan that don’t involve lovey-dovey nonsense!”
Mr. Reca clapped his hands together, capturing everyone’s attention.
“Alright, alright! Enough with the banter! We need to focus. If we can get Robin to perform, maybe it’ll resonate with the origami and break the spell! It’s a classic trope!”
Robin blinked, looking both surprised and hesitant.
“You want me to sing to origami? Isn’t that a little… unconventional?”
“Unconventional is my middle name!”
Mr. Reca grinned maniacally.
“Just think of it as an artistic choice! You could even have Boothill act as your backup—right, Boothill?”
“Me? Backup? For a song? Fudge that!”
Boothill protested, throwing up his hands in exasperation.
“You think I’m just gonna stand around like some fool in a musical? What kind of cowboy do you take me for?”
“The kind that knows how to save the day!” Stelle said with a playful nudge.
“Come on, Boothill, it’ll be fun!”
“Fun?!” Boothill echoed, a mix of disbelief and exasperation on his face.
“I didn’t sign up for this! I’m a cowboy, not some fancy paper-dancing star!”
But as Robin’s eyes met Boothill’s, a flicker of understanding passed between them, a hint of something deeper waiting to be unearthed.
Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to work together, beyond the chaos.
“Okay,” Robin finally said, a soft smile gracing her lips. “If it helps everyone, I’ll do it.”
“Now we’re cookin’ with gas!” Mr. Reca cheered, clapping his hands.
“Let’s get this love story rollin’, folks! We’ve got a dragon to tame and a curse to break!”
As the group turned to leave, Mr. Reca paused, his eyes widening as he facepalmed.
“I can’t believe they didn’t pick up on it. It’s love, I tell you!”
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, the group prepared for the next phase of their adventure—an unexpected performance that just might save the day.
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Fanfiction◜✧ A flim made by yours truly, Mr. Reca.
