3rd person
Marco was thrown onto his back, hitting a hard floor. He winced at the pain, but sat up and opened his eyes. He had landed in a large, exquisite bedroom, with silver tiled floors and white wooden furniture that seemed to glimmer in the sunlight. A bed with light blue covers seemed to have been made, but a bit wrinkled - as if someone had jumped on it after it had been done up.
What caught his eye the most, though, were the various paintings scattered around the room. Each one had a similar color palette - pastel colors that were inviting and nice to look at. The subjects of the paintings, however, couldn't have been more different from one to the next. One painting showed a field of flowers being attacked by a rabid unicorn, while another was just comprised of dots that seemed to have been splattered into the canvas.
But Marco didn't have much time to admire the artwork before hearing an alarm go off and the words "INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT" blaring in his ears. He panicked and tried to escape, but he soon heard running steps and he door of the room be kicked open. Marco hid behind one of the paintings and held his breath.
Through a crack between two canvasses, Marco could see a familiar woman investigating the room, and he had to stop himself from gasping when he realized who it was.
She was tall, with long blonde hair that reached her waist in a braid. Her large blue eyes scanned the room, and her features were sharp, the twin hearts that sat on her cheeks scrunched up with the rest of her face.
Star Butterfly held her wand out in front of her as she always did when she detected danger, taking small steps and turning her head quickly whenever she so much as thought she heard something.
"I know someone's in here. We do have alarms, you know. So if you really think you're stupid enough to break into my house and get away with it, you've got another thing coming!"
Marco was hopelessly stuck on what to do. Should he reveal himself and reconcile with what he could only assume was an older version of Star, or stay behind the paintings and possibly get his head blown off by her wand?
"If you don't reveal yourself, I'm totally going to turn you into an exploding falcon! It's not fun!"
He decided that the first option was probably better.
"WAIT! Wait wait wait don't shoot me please!" Marco panicked and immediately jumped up, holding one of the smaller canvasses like a shield. Star held her wand out, but said nothing. "It's me, Marco! ...You...do know who I am, right?"
Star examined him suspiciously, but soon lowered her arms, and a smile grew on her face.
"MARCO! But like, teeny tiny Marco! Oh my gosh, I forgot how cute you were!" She ran over to him, lifting him up in her embrace. Marco blushed and cleared his throat.
"Whoops, sorry 'bout that." Star lowered him down, but her smile remained and she flattened out some of the wrinkles her hug had given his hoodie. "What are you doing here, tiny Marco?" Marco wondered by her reaction if the two still had contact in this future.
"Honestly, I don't know. We were dimension hopping, trying to avoid being attacked by Pixtopian fairies for the second time and...somehow I ended up here? I think it was a glitch with the dimensional scissors, but I don't have them with me. Star - well, you have them. In some other dimension." Marco shrugged.
Star nodded. "Oh yeah, magic's like that sometimes. Not sure why you landed here, but I'm so excited! It's like a flashback, but in real life!" she laughed, sounding just the same as Marco knew her.
Marco couldn't help but laugh along with her. Star was just as enthusiastic in the future as she was in the present.
"I guess I'm lucky I ended up with you, though. You think you can blast me back to my time period?" Marco asked.
