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PRINCESS DAISY AND THAT ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS EMO GUY WHO'S GONNA SAVE HER LIFE spoilers dun dun dunnn

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(I, Kylo the coolest narrator will be here until the story ends. So bear with me, people. Buckle up, and prepare for the weirdest ride of your life.)

Business as usual. The orange soccer ball rolled around the sandy sand of Planet Full of Sand, looking for any valuable junk. Along with the lifeless ball was a girl, dressed in a light brown knee-length blouse. Her name was Princess Daisy,or Daisy for short. She had a brown hair braided, with matching brown eyes, you get the picture. The two had been on a junk search for an hour now, and what they found was, guess what? Sand. (How shocking.)

(Wait wait wait. Before we continue, haven't you noticed that the lifeless soccer ball moves on it's own?)

"Hey I think I found something," the ball said. (IT CAN TALK?!) Daisy's eyes widened, finally the could probably have some rest. "Sand," the ball giggled. Of course, classic Orange Ball. Daisy rolled her eyes, "You're lucky I still stick with you huh," she crossed her arms. It was just the first of the ball's daily routine of peeving her.

Away from Planet Full of Sand to Sleepwalker Base, is a place where everyone basically works while in their sleep. Then there's these two guys who sleeps when everyone else is awake: the less-temperamental Ginger Guy and the way-out-of-control-temperamental Emo Guy. They're both acting leaders but are usually acting immature. There's never a day where they got along.

And today's drama would be: the stalking remote.

"Uh-uh-uh! Did I ever gave you a permission to touch my remote?" Ginger Guy slapped off Emo Guy's hand, wiping the remote clean. "Your remote? Uh, remind me who built that again? Oh right, me!" Emo Guy snatched the remote out of Ginger's hand. So here it goes. "No you didn't built that thing! I bought that from the grocery!" Ginger grabbed the remote away, but something was stopping him.

(Did I mention that Emo Guy has the Force?) "But I was the one who payed for that!" Emo used the Force to take back the remote. "Your money come from my piggy bank account!" Ginger snapped at Emo, grabbing the remote for the very last time.

Emo glared at Ginger, shouting "You're ruining my life!" before making a dramatic walk out.

"Stupid, Ginger Guy. He think's he owns everything here in this base," murmured Emo Guy. He walked back to his room, attempting to slam his door, except it was an automatic one. "Call Gramps," he said. All of a sudden, a screen appears on his wall, with a weird voice of a man breathing echoed. "Hey there, Ani two-point-oh!" a man with a black helmet greeted. It was Emo's gramps, whom he nicknamed "Grandad Vader". "Gramps," Emo grunted. "Just kidding! How's my Benny doing?" Vader asked, coughing. Emo Guy slapped his face in disbelief. He hated being called in his real name. "I need your help with this pet peeve..." he said.

Back to Planet Full of Sand, where Daisy and Orange Ball still haven't found a single piece of junk. "Funny though, the planet's tagline is 'Home of the Galaxy's finest junk', yet I see not even a bit of junk," Orange Ball rolled around Daisy, the ball seemed to be scanning something. (SCANNING?!HOW CAN A SOCCER BALL "SCAN"? I hate my younger self.) "What is it?" Daisy raised an eyebrow. "My scanners saw something falling from a sky and it's gonna hit the sand in three seconds. One word, duck!" the ball ran in panic, much faster than Daisy.

As told by Orange Ball a falling thing became closer to the ground, until a rather soft explosion happened. Daisy immediately ran to the exploded area, waving away the floating sand around her. It wasn't a thing, it was a guy. "Finally, some junk!" she yelled. The guy glared at Daisy while he regained his strength. "Oh not you though," Daisy ignored the fallen guy, and headed to the debris. "My oh my! What's your name young lad?" Orange greeted, the ball rolled closer to the guy. "I don't have a name, or an idea why I'm here," he replied. "Then I'll name you after the two things next to you." Orange turned it's body, searching. "Um...silver tray, grey torch...?"

"Traytorch," Daisy blurted, digging through the piles of junk, throwing away useless pieces. "What?" Orange couldn't hear with all the sound of metal going on, was it Traitor or Traytorch? Orange decided to pick the first thing that sounded fine. Traitor seems like a nice name. "From now on, your name will be Traitor," Orange declared. Traitor nodded, smiling at the ball.

Meanwhile, in Sleepwalker Base...

"It's done, gramps."

To be continued.