Day 1: The Casual
🎵Once upon a time in the fantasy land of Minecraftiaaaaaaaaaas, Carl the Creeper was strolling along the sidewaaaaalk.🎵
"Oh, darn it. Here we go again."
🎵Then all of the suddeeeeen, a zombie popped up in the shadoooows behind him.🎵
"Who must you be here, mister green dude wearin' Steve's outfit?"
"Oh, nothing, just looking for some mayonaise."
"Mayo-what?"
"I need it for my sandwich. Made of creeper feet."
"O-" Suddenly, the male creature's eyes widened heavily. His jaw was open. The zombie knew he was petrified. He reached for the creeper's leg, but it moved back along with the other 3. He reached some more. The legs backed up more. He began to move fluently but slowly. Carl continued to back up.

Zombie began to walk a bit faster. He and Carl's speed was increasing at the same time. Zombie walked faster. So did Carl. They walked faster. Then even faster. Faster. At this point, Zombie's arms were pumping. The two walked even faster. They began jogging. They jogged faster and quicker and swifter. And faster and quicker and swifter. By now, they were already jogging at 16 miles per hour.
Suddenly, at the same time, they began dashing faster than the speed of sound. By comparison, even the blue blur himself couldn't catch up with them without peeling out of control. Suddenly, they tripped on a huge boulder, fell down an enormous cliff, and landed in a humungous wedge of cheese.
"Oops..." Craig The Third returned to his crafty hat as some witty comments rose from his weary mind. Penny The Eleventh spent the remainder of the episode suffering.

Day 104: Marceline
"What the heck is even going on now? Why am I so disoriented?"
"Calm down, Miss Ravenmark. It'll be okay."
"So what if it won't? What if this is just my time?"
"Not if you just don't overthink it."
"But that's not how I normally react to things."
"Look, even if this is something, you can't help but think about it. You wouldn't think about this if it wasn't a big deal. Just take a deep breath."
"And by the way, my actual name is Carl, and I'm a boy creeper." Carl attempted to exit the studio but the huge wedge of cheese had trapped him for the remainder of eternity as legends say.

Day 253: Link
"Hey, you were my friend once upon a time. I just want to be friends again, okay?" asks Catwoman, entering the scene.
"Okay. Even though I am a metal lobster?"
"Don't care. The reason I even asked is because you have this necklace, and I...I want it."
"You don't mean that."
"Nope."
"You're lying."
"I wouldn't lie to you. You know that."
"You're lying. You hate me."
"I don't."
"You will. You always lie."
"I would never lie to you."
"You'll lie to me before you die."
"I would never do that."
"You'll lie to me before you die."
"I won't."
"You will."
"I won't."
"You will-" Suddenly, Batman and Catwoman began rising high into the sky faster than 5000x the speed of light. Just before asking what was happening, he looked down at Catwoman and noticed a blue aura that slightly faded the bottom half of herself. The same applied to him.
"You don't think-" they both asked in sync. They have, indeed, randomly turned into spirits going to heaven. Without the duo, the world has become nothing but a permanent never-ending vacation for evil itself. Catwoman and Batman have been given an opportunity to set a few rules while they were there.
"Do you think we can ever see each other again?" asks Catwoman, brushing her shoulder hair out of her face.
"Well...I guess we should."
The green spirit removed his cape and sat down on a large rock.

Day 352: Finn
"Yup, that's my plan, I just want to make sure it's as perfect as it can be."
Finn took a deep breath and felt a calm spread throughout his body. All of his troubles seemed to slip away into the void, until he realized something. He wasn't thinking about his problem. He wasn't agonizing over it. He wasn't stressed about it. The second that peace washed over his mind, he fell to his knees, screaming in horror and trying to grab onto his amulet in hopes of keeping it.

Day 551: Pizza
"What about your priorities? You told me that already!"
"Hah, my priorities...they're supposed to be pizza delivery. It's not as if I'm worried about the fate of the universe, or anything."
"But what if there is no universe? And there's no pizza delivery?"
"Then that's where I come in."
"What?"
"I'll deliver pizza."
"Oh. Okay."
Marceline pondered the situation.
"Finn, I do not know you, I know you, but I know nothing about you. I don't know what you like, I don't know what kind of pizza you would like, I don't even know if you are the kind of person who orders pizza from anyone other than, say, Tweek and Craig."
"Well, yes, they would be the only pizza delivery guys that would deliver to me."
"Yes, but if they're that far away, they're probably out for the night. You're a little bit closer."
"Fine, I'll do it. Just don't expect any miracles, okay?"
"You can't do it if you don't believe in it. Just think about it, think about how much pizza they would bring and how much you would enjoy eating it."
Marceline smiled, grabbed the doorknob, and stepped outside.

Day 750: Sculpture
"There! It's done! I think...I think I did it."
"Uh-huh."
"Yup! It's...it's perfect."
"Finn, come on, it's not perfect."
"Well, I think it's perfect, but that's just me, it's not for everybody."
"It doesn't have to be perfect, you're the first person to ever see this room, what the heck do you expect?"
"Are you sure? It might need...some...work.
"Well, that is what I am here for."
"And I'm the person to do that, if it needs work."
"You really think it's ready to use? No polishing, no finishing touches, no nothing?"
"I think it's perfect."

Day 1560: Crayola Studios
"You're really going to do this? It's so...incredible."
"Well, we're really not doing it for you. Do you even know what you're walking into?"
"Finn...what are you talking about?"
"Sure you do. This is your mind's worst nightmare. Don't pretend you haven't seen it."
"I-I saw it, a-and-I-I...I- I...didn't think it was possible. I mean, sure, I've seen it in my mind, but...I thought that was the end."
"I-I told you it wasn't going to be easy, didn't I?"
"Yeah...you did."
Finn imagined the Crayola factory, a deep well of swirling color that was impossible to resist.
"I'm going inside!"

Day 1620: Foundry
"The Crayola Studios' motto is "Boldly go where no one has gone before." That's us."
"Why?"
"Because we don't believe in limits."
"But we don't know what we're doing."
"Yeah, I know. But I think we're ready."
"Ready? What do you mean?"
"You have to trust yourself."
"No...I have to trust something, somewhere, somehow. I need to believe in something."
"Well, there you go."
Marceline smirked. The boys held the scissors, shaking and shivering and trembling and fumbling so much that the scissors were going from one spot to another faster than 800x the speed of light. They had cut the ribbon. Here is when Crayola Studios has been founded and opened.


Day 2763: Mario and the Spaghetti Malfunction
"Hello, ima Mario. Okey dokey, letsa make a pizza pie together, you go get somea spaghetti, you go geta some sausage, I getta some sauce, you gonna put some spaghetti on the sausage and the sausage on the pizza, then I'm gonna chasea you with the pizza, then you gonna chasea me with the pizza, and gonaa makea lasagne."
"Okay, okay, I think we got that," Marceline walked inside.
She sat down and closed her eyes.In her head, she could see a green and white color wheel, with the colored dots, the labels and all of that.The cursor glowed as it scrolled down the wheels of Crayola. It stopped at yellow.
"Here we go."
Out of her eyes, her head, and her mind, she became Mario. She had Mario's emotions, his height, weight, strength, stamina, intelligence, sense of direction, and most importantly, his motivation.
She wasn't trying to just run to get somewhere, she was trying to get there because she was hungry. Like Mario.And Mario wasn't trying to just run to get somewhere, he was trying to run because he loved Mario and that was where he was heading.She followed the yellow circle around the big red square. She followed the pink circle around the big green square. She followed the blue circle around the big red square. She ran and she jumped and she fell. She chased him, and he chased her. She lost.
"Heeyah!"
"Boo!"
"Golem!"
"Marcky!"
"WOO!"
"Darn it!"
"It's a miracle!"
"It's a misstep!"
"It's a dera-"
"Boop!"
She turned around, and it was her.
In Mario's place, she was sitting on a beach, eating a bowl of spaghetti, which was hanging out of her mouth. Her eyes glowed yellow.
"Hi, er, no one here yet?"
When she entered the control room, a banana split was sitting on her work bench. She ran into the kitchen, grabbed the dessert, and came back out.
"Here you go." In one arm, she had the banana split. In the other arm, she was carrying an 8-track. She went back to the control room, and pressed play. She stood in front of the big red square. The cursor scrolled down the different colored dots and labels on the wheel. She chose blue.
"Dude, what is that? You know, Mario, this is cool. It's just like real life. It's like we're gonna be Mario. We're gonna be just like Mario, ya know?" She looked out the window. Then her eyes glowed red.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't find Mario. He's not in the diner, he's not in the beach house, he's not in the construction yard. He's not anywhere!"
She ran through the hallways, and ran around the hallways.
"Where's he?!"
"Sh-Shoot, I don't know, where's he?!"
Marceline stood at the entrance to the bath house, looking into the mirror, facing the toilet.
"I'm-a stuck in my clothes!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm stuck in my clothes! I can't get out of my clothes!" She took her t-shirt off, and tried to remove her jeans.
"Oh, stoop! How am I gonna get them off?!" Then she screamed. Like Mario, she began to use all of Mario's movements, only now it was Mario trying to get out of his shirt. And he was failing. Like he was failing at a million other things in his life.
He couldn't get his arm out, so he tried to remove it by using his leg. He began to kick out with his other leg, attempting to pry off the ankle strap, as if it were a doorknob. He couldn't get it off. His other leg kept kicking at it.It was a hilarious sight. Marceline noticed it was a hilarious sight.
"What's so funny?"
"Mah-sellee-neh. You've got your shirt on inside out. And your pants are inside out. Your pants are inside out. Everything is inside out. Everything."
"Mario..."
"That's not even the half of it. You've got your shoes inside out, and your shoes are inside out. You've got your glasses inside out, and your glasses are inside out. Even your watch! It's inside out."
Then his head began to run around, and Marceline quickly grabbed his face, so he didn't fall and hit his head on the ground.
"C'mon!"
"Ohhhh! Aha!"
"Mah-sellee-neh, are you okay?"
Marceline had her eyes shut, and her mouth was open.
"Ughh... Mario."
She put her hands to her face.
"What did I do?"
And then it was black.
"Goodbye."
Everything was black, the entire screen, except for the wheel.The hour glass began to swirl, and it started to show stars. Then, with a flash, the hour glass turned upside down, and it began to count up.
0 - 8 - 9 - 0 - 7 - 8 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.
One by one, marbles fell from the hour glass. They fell and fell, slowly, and then all at once, they exploded. After the explosion, a voice could be heard, and then Mario came flying out of the bathroom."Mario can't see!"
"The powder must've been mixed with the exhaust system. Go outside."
"Ugh... I can't see! I can't see! I can't see!"
"Can you see now?"
"Whoaaa!"
"Okay, come here." He walked over to the toilet, and then got on it.
"Okay, you're gonna slide!" He slowly slid. Then, he began to slide down the hill just like the slide mini game from Peach's Castle. He immediately got the hang of it, and he was collecting coin after coin faster than the speed of the fastest car on earth.
"I'm the fastest Mario! I'm the fastest Mario ever! I'm the fastest Mario EVER!"
"Good, but you're going too fast."
"You can't slow down Mario! You can't slow Mario down! You can't stop Mario! You can't STOP Mario! You can't STOP Mario! You can't STOP Mario! You can't STOP Mario! You can't STOP Mario! You can't STOP Mario!"
"What was that?"
He was turned around.
"You really should come to my Christmas party. It's-a gonna be LOTSA fun!"
"Christmas?"
"Well, it's the holiday. Why not?"
Marceline paused for a moment.
"Because I'm..."
"You're what?"
"I'm not really into that stuff. Or at all. I'm a bit... a bit... kind of... well, atheist, I guess. All the Christmas stuff seems forced. There's no meaning to it. It's just silly. It's just for the sake of commercialism."
"Uh-huh. That sounds like a strong argument."
"But we still have a small gift, which is why I don't want you to come to my Christmas party. Here you go."
He handed Mario a Christmas ornament that had five ornaments on it, and it had a gold nativity scene on it, but it was a picture of Christ.
"Take it."
"Take it what?"
"It's a Christmas present. Take it and put it on the tree. It's really a meaningful gift. It's symbolic. This is a symbol of what Christmas means. Merry Christmas, Mario!"
"Merry Christmas? Are you sure?" Marceline nodded afterwards.
"Yeah. Merry Christmas, and I love you," Mario joked. Marceline was stunned.
"Oh my gosh, okay. I love you too."
"Mama mia, this is-a getting off-a the rails. When's-a the next chapter?"
Day 4444: oOooOoOOo Im a SpOoKY scArY gHhoooOooOsTT
"Wait, a g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ghost-- where?" The children were slowly backing in different directions, holding their girl/boyfriends around the arms. Suddenly, another teenage boy spotted a blue-white aura in the shape of a held rag with fingers poking out the sides in the same way as... a g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ghost!
"Howdy kids, I'm Iuerdshzgktfealigrbt the halloween ghost." The ghost... was REAL!!! "Oh, uhm, was that a little too random? I don't even know why I did that myself."
The children began backing again, but a bit faster this time. They began jogging backwards, with their partner's arm still around theirs. Then, after a few more split seconds, they turned around faster than 600x the speed of light and began max speeding away. The entire town of Ol' Deepslate was stealthily warned about the mysterious spooky ghost.
Soon enough, the entire town began driving into chaos, with people panicking left, right, and center-- just shy of 3 minutes later, the entire town just so happened to come across... THE GHOST!!!
"Howdy, y'all, no need to be afraid of me, I'm just an ordinary stupid carto-" Just before Iuerdshzgktfealigrbt could finish his sentence, everyone screeched so loud the entire nation could somehow here it.
"g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-GGGHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSTTT!!!!!" a teen shouted. The United States entered panic as well, shutting down all borders just to embarrassingly run around in fear and yell.

And that's all the time we have, so long now, y'all! Now I can finally get back to doing what I do best-- working at Mineplex instead of having to deal with BORING AI storytellers.

NOT!!!

Wait...

SOOOO!!!!!

WAIT WAIT THIS CAN'T-

FAAAAAAAAST!!!!!

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!

Your left hind leg.

...NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!

SIKE!!!

Phew...

I meant to say your left hind leg AND a SECOND SEASON!!!

Welp. Do your worst, buddy.
Do.
Your.
Worst.

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