A/N: Blood, violence, cookie gore, death.
3rd person's POV
A loud crack resonated throughout the room, followed by a boom. Several aliens crouched and covered their ears. Only An0n and Japan were unfazed by the noise. South Korea was freaking out. He tugged on Japan's sleeve.
"Jap, baby, what's going on??? Are we being attacked???"
Japan turned and smiled tiredly. "Don't worry, this was all planned and expected."
A thin papery figure ran into the room screaming. "I cAn HeLlLlLp!!!"
Japan frowned. "That however, was not."
South Korea squinted at the screaming figure. "Is that... Paper Mr. PEACE???"
It was. Since Paper Mr. PEACE's instruction was to always help out the Keyfinders, he came to life minutes before and ran to their location. He threw a few fists around wildly, missing miserably. Finally he managed to make contact with Ari himself. His blow glanced off the alien mastermind who was gaping at the unexpected intrusion. His paper made a heavy slice across Ari's skin, and he screamed. It was possibly the worst papercut known to mankind in the history of the world, however, it was still just that. A papercut.
Ari grabbed Paper PEACE by the throat and drew his space gun. His finger clenched the trigger, but before he could shoot, an object smacked it out of his hand. The real Mr. PEACE bent down to look at it.
"A...cookie?"
The cookie sprouted legs, and launched itself at Mr. PEACE's face. He screamed and clawed at the attacking cookie, which forced itself down his throat. Ari was dumbfounded.
"Are we being attacked by cookies?" He asked to no one in particular.
"If I were you, I'd set An0n free and run while you still have legs." A confidant voice rang out. The aliens turned to see a strange hole in the middle of the room. Through the hole, nothing could be seen, but shadowy figures poured through it, followed soon by around nine or ten figures. The one who spoke stepped forwards, summoning a cookie that floated in their palm. Ari sneered.
"And who are you to tell me what to do?"
"We are, the Readers."
The Readers charged, splitting up. Some of the shadowy figures followed them. Raining_skiies parkoured on the top of the machine, dodging stray energy blasts from the confused and disoriented aliens below.
"I DO PARKOUR!!!" They screamed, finally flipping to the ground besides An0n's cage, slicing it open with a dagger, and helping the grateful author out.
"Thanks 'skiies!" Said An0n.
"No problem!!! Here, have a caprisun!!!" 'Skiies tossed a caprisun at An0n, who caught it. 'Skiies turned back to the medley of aliens. "WHO WANTS SOME FRE SHAVOCA DO?!?" 'Skiie sksksked their way to the battle, stabby-stabbing aliens left and right.
An0n sipped her caprisun.
Meanwhile, kookieskreamy and Raln_is_Wonderful made their way to Japan and South Korea.
"Are you guys hurt?" Asked Raln.
"Nope! Just a little bruised up. Japan's too tired to fight though." Answered South Korea.
"No wonder!" Laughed Kookie. "Not only did she break the fourth wall, but she also broke the time wall as well! That's what all these shadowy figures are." Kookie gestured at a show figure that accompanied them. The shadow figure saluted smartly, and resumed blocking the energy blasts. "They're readers from the future!"
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