3RD POV
?: Are you okay?
??: Yeah... I wish I could be like you. I'm just not strong enough.
?: For what you just did. You definitely are. It takes courage. Something that you have a lot of than you give yourself credit for.
??: But he was so much taller than me. If you didn't-
?: If you're brave enough to start it. You're strong enough to finish it. That's who you are. Now wake up (Y/N).
(Y/N): What?
Shy Guy: Dude wake up!
(Y/N): What.... Happened?
Shy Guy: A couple minutes after we broke out you just collapsed. Are you okay?
(Y/N): Yeah... Maybe they hit me over the head a bit harder than I thought.
I said staring at him as I laid against the wall on eye level with my new friend. Looking around I noticed we where in a narrow hallway as I stood up onto my feet using my mallet as support.
(Y/N): What is this place?
Shy Guy: One of hundreds of secret passages that her majesty's ancestors made. These are our best chance of avoiding everyone who's under Plum's control.
(Y/N): And what if said mind controlled friends of yours happen to open one of these things.
Shy Guy: When I was under all I had was my personality... No friends... No Princess... (Cough) Scary stuff.
(Y/N): I can relate...
Following him I put my mallet away slipping the rod in my pocket... I scratched the side of my chin as I looked down at him.
(Y/N): So... What's your name?
Shy Guy: Name? We don't have names.
(Y/N): Seriously?
Shy Guy: Us Shy Guys, Koopas, Goombas, and so on are soldiers till the end. We only need colors and numbers.
I looked down at the little guy in light green. Thinking for a few moments I had an idea.
(Y/N): Well I refuse to call you by code. So, I guess you're going to have to suck it up Reed.
Reed: You're... Giving me a name?
He stopped to look back at me as I continued walking past him.
(Y/N): Gotta give a name to my partner in crime.
Reed: ...Thank you sir.
(Y/N): Don't need to thank me. Now if I would like to thank a Mad Scientist for his wonderful "hospitality". Where would I go?
Reed: I know just the place.
(Y/N): Now we're talking.
Boosette POV
Tal: All of your people have been brought back to their senses. The dark string has been also gathered and stored right here. What would you like us to do?
Tal stood beside me as we stand on top of the roof. I looked down at the giant crate full of string as I looked down upon it.
Me: Tal... Doesn't this craft seem familiar to you?
Tal: Indeed. I thought I was the only one.
Me: It's wicked. It's not even magic. It's purely the string itself.
