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barnabybugspeopleonline · 7 months

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as per my wonderful mutual [@gaypplreal]'s request: i will be speaking about THE YAPE AU

[or scissors pmtok: reanimator, the official unofficial title]

CONTENT WARNING: LITERALLY EVERYTHING

[blood, gore, death, surgery, clearly unhealthy relationships that are only fun to watch in fiction...]

also this is long

and a comedy-horror because it is silly, but very bloody

so, for starters, this is a gijinka/humanised au. so that way the gore makes sense.

the way i interpret scissors is sort of like a reserved mad scientist. she's still the dual-blade duelist first and foremost, this is more of a side thing.

this "science thing" is the human-world counterpart to what she does ingame. cutting people up and sewing them back together would be pretty grisly if this world wasn't all-paper.

[handaconda being our main canon example. it's alive! and scissors is the one who gave life to it, somehow. alongside the paper cutout soldiers. in my head this translates to something like a lab experiment.]

so scissors is pretty quick to take life, but she also likes to play with it, since she can somehow give it.

she likes to play with life. killing people and resurrecting them just to kill them again. like windup toys.

in a realistic context, this would obviously be bloody. she'd do surgery just for fun, as an act of intimacy. it's as simple and it's as caring as a kiss to her.

[sidenote: i also see scissors as being skilled at embroidery (and sutures) since fabric scissors are a thing]

so, we're getting closer to the crux of my point. but not quite! this au is scisstape centric, kind of. [sorry.]

i would go into my dynamic for them but then this post would be even longer so to cut a long story short [ha-ha]

i don't really ship them, i just think they're dating and it's horrible. they do love eachother but in different and [sometimes] disgusting ways.

you know how i mentioned surgical intimacy earlier? scissors would take tape's heart out just to hold it closer. [don't ask how he doesn't die: it's magic]

i used a literal analogy for my version of their relationship once: you can't use tape without scissors but once you have that pairing one is just going to chip away at the other. forever.

[so their relationship sucks and i would not condone performing vivisections on your partner irl but fortunately they are not real]

[also i think non toxic versions of scisstape are really cute this is just my version since i'm insane]

with everything established, i think, finally, we can get to my point.

yape.

in this au, yape is a busted zombie-ish copy of tape, created by scissors herself. for a plethora of reasons, and from a plethora of parts.

[she couldn't have both if she took all of tape's parts. just, snippets, if you will. alongside various grafts she had laying around.]

but why did she make him? yape is a love letter to tape, in a terrible way. i'm saying terrible a lot.

"i love you so much that i made another you." "don't you like him?"

tape, unsurprisingly, does not like yape. he's usually tolerant-ish of scissors, but this is just too far.

yape, conversely, loves tape. i described it as christian man following the god whose image they were made in.

yape functions. well enough. he bleeds a lot from places he should and shouldn't. sometimes the stitches peel away and sometimes his guts are out on the ground.

but through scissors' miracle of life, yape can't die. can he feel pain? sure. can he understand it?

yape was a mistake. and yape is a mistake.

because he's still within the present tense.

IF YOU READ THIS FAR I OWE YOU MY LIFE

FEEL FREE TO ASK SPECIFIC QUESTIONS, ALTHOUGH I HAVENT FLESHED MUCH OUT YET [THIS IS A NEW IDEA]

also scissors and tape are both lesbians tape is just really butch. masc-ing tape. ha-ha.

#barnaby bugs people online #scissors pmtok: reanimator #pmtok #paper mario #paper mario the origami king #HOPE THE PING IS OK BTW HAHA ^_^#scisstape #scissors pmtok #tape pmtok #yape pmtok #juno songs #ok now the warnings #tw gore #tw blood #tw surgery #tw death

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dooodle-bug · 3 years

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Yo guys! I finally got the traitor au fic I talked about a bit ago! It was a pretty long thing to do, mostly because of life and motivation and all, but I hope you enjoy!

The Traitor

Scissors collapsed onto the ground, exhausted and defeated by that flimsy being and his undeniable power. More importantly, they collapsed in shock. Shocked that such a being could do this. Shocked that they allowed this to happen.

It was because he cheated, they told themself. He was a horrible dirty cheater along with that origami girl. But there was a bigger problem to attend to. The streamer.

The glorious green streamer Scissors was assigned with guarding. They knew the flat beings were plotting to destroy it after brutally defeating them. Without looking, they knew the spool was being smashed to pieces. They could hear it. Shame coursed through them.

But Scissors was smart. Despite their defeat, they were not entirely killed. Instead, they laid motionless on the ground, in pain, but also appearing as a casualty as they listened.

The paper-y beings were triumphant. Proud to have killed what would've been a god on earth. After the streamer was smashed, they plotted to make their way to Peach's castle and confront the king. Anger boiled within them. How dare they defy the king in such a way! The anger shifted towards themself for failing at their one purpose.

Scissors wanted to get up and slice them all up already. But they couldn't. For they knew now was not the right time. They were also almost paralyzed from the pain. But, the knight knew that deep down, the king or his subjects would eventually arrive and perhaps search for their fallen lieutenant. So, they laid there, out of breath and listening.

They listened for who knows how long. Footsteps paced about, fading and reemerging until they slowly dissipated into nothing. Good. They remained in their position, waiting for their king to come.

Who knows how long they’ve been waiting for. The sky had grown dark. The castle grew abandoned. No one had come. Not even a soldier.

At last, the duelist pulled themself up, sharp, cold pain coursing through them, but they’ll be fine. They took in the scenery. Nothing had changed. Except for the streamer, only present as a hole in the wall, a burning reminder of their failure.

There was nothing for them to do now. The paper folk disappeared. Should they return to the king, they’d feel unimaginable disgrace, from both them and the king. They could hardly stand as is. But as they sat on the ground, leaning on their blades for support, they still felt humiliated and ashamed of themself as they stared at the streamer hole, pondering.

Maybe it would’ve been better if those paper things defeated Scissors. Then they wouldn’t have to live with the horrible, guilting pain that is dishonor. But no. Those things decide to leave them for dead instead. Now they must live an excruciating life of misery, guilt and failure. Failure of their duty, their life purpose, their fallen stationery, their army, but most importantly: their king.

How would he feel if he saw them like this? He'd probably kill them on the spot. And Scissors wouldn’t blame him. But that would be a shame anyways. As far as they knew, Scissors was the king’s most powerful and useful stationery. Perhaps he could give them a second chance? No. The king is not merciful to ones who fail him, which is fair; they despise mistakes as well. But still: they don’t want to, they CANNOT live with themself after this. It would either be redemption or death that would satisfy them. The knight felt tears begin to roll down their cheeks. This. All of this because of one battle.

They could’ve, no, they SHOULD’VE won that duel. Everything was stacked against those flat freaks. But then why did they lose? They began to ponder.

Was it because they held back? But didn't they do such a thing because they were bored? Because they wanted a challenge? Because they were too powerful for this world? So they held back their true strength and let their opponent defeat them in a moment of weakness?

They stopped.

That was foolish of them to do such a thing and let who they KNEW was a threat to be given an advantage. Maybe they really did deserve what they got. They were stupid and cocky and that was the end of it. It pained them to think of themself like that but that's what the king would have done anyways.

Tears leaked down the knight's face once more, wiping them away and while they thought of the king.

They loved him. He loved them. He was perfect. More perfect and powerful than Scissors themself. He was a caring, dedicated king who only wanted the best. Nobody could defeat him. Not even Scissors. But those were all the king's words. No theirs.

It felt strange, surreal almost to think of him in a different light than what they've known since the beginning. But they had nothing to lose. And Scissors could not resist the temptation.

Well, it all started when they were created. The king cared, didn’t he? He went out of his way to MAKE them after all, so he should care about them, right? A seed of doubt was planted and it could not stop growing.

Well, the king didn't seem to enjoy their presence. He didn't seem to see them as his kin…rather, like his servant. But wasn't that what their purpose was? He never returned the feeling of undying respect and loyalty in the same way they did. Maybe because he expressed it differently. Or maybe because he didn't feel the same way. A twinge of guilt shot through them. But the thoughts kept running

If he did care, then why didn't he come look for them? Or at least send somebody to? Why didn't he ever treat them the same way they did for him? Why didn't he ever show compassion towards one of his greatest creations? Maybe they shouldn't question it. Or maybe he just simply didn't care.

Heartbreak and guilt encapsulated Scissors. They began to cry once more, silently weeping as they stared at the ground, tears rolling down their nose and dripping onto the floor. They didn't want to- no- they refused to believe their theory. They could never question his supreme authority.

That was the problem. They never questioned him.

That was a shame. They always looked for him for answers to their ever burning questions- yet they never questioned him.

The king had the answer to that too. He held Scissors back, keeping them from ever questioning him, keeping them in line and making sure they would never think otherwise. But why though?

Because he was afraid of them. He was a manipulative coward who was afraid of such a being finding the truth about him and questioning his authority.

Anger began to boil within Scissors. He held them back. Maybe that's why they lost. Because of that child king, Olly, who held them back from their true potential like the coward he is. They could've won and claimed their right as a reigning champion. It wasn't even about the streamer anymore, it was about the honor that was entwined with it. But no. Olly restrained them from their true glory, their true potential of what is a god on earth.

Heck, they could do anything in this world if they wanted to. Hold every living thing at their mercy. Destroy things for the fun of it.

Of course they couldn't do this. They had a streamer to guard and a king to serve. Scissors gazed at the empty throne and the hole in the wall that loomed above the throne belonging to the koopa king.

They had no streamer to guard. And there is not a king to serve. Not anymore.

Fine then. Let that child see Scissors' TRUE power. See everything he's caused. The agony. The rage. The hidden power that never surfaced.

And then maybe he'll stop and truly care about them for once. If he lives.

The knight let out a cold, sharp laugh to themself, thinking of just what they will do to their false king, let alone the entire kingdom.

It was all his fault. And he will see the monster he tried to hide it all from, the monster that grew in power and hunger while it was hidden away from what could’ve been. There was no escaping it.

At last, Scissors brought themself up. It hurt, but they didn’t care. They were going to make their way to Olly’s castle no matter the cost.

Looking back, it was awful to think of how such a small, insignificant child could influence them so much. It was almost shameful. But that was behind them now. They have grown and learned from their great mistake.

They swore to never be swayed by anyone ever again. They will only listen to themself and only themself. Nobody is trustworthy nor reliable enough to aid them ever. Fine then. Scissors will work alone just as they always enjoyed to be. Aided by none other than their own creations that were practically mindless puppets to them anyways. Regardless, they will not serve any tyrant, king, or creator no matter what.

This thought ran through Scissors’ mind as they flew to Olly’s castle. Their enormous, black tattered wings unfolded, making calculated, synchronized figure eights in the air, allowing them to be propelled high in the air and fly like a bird. They were, of course, used to this by now. They stared down at the world below, which seemed so pathetic and insignificant from how high they were. They were used to this as well.

Prior to this, they had a... small wardrobe change. The duelist refused to be associated with that charlatan king, therefore they needed to remove any signs of such. They coated themself in “armor”; the black construction paper that curled around their arms, chest, scissors blades, and the logo printed on their coat. They tore up the edges of their army coat and boots, allowing for greater and swifter movement (Scissors wondered if Olly purposefully tailored their outfit to be restraining and strict). They untied and cut their long, brittle hair that fell down their back, now above their shoulders.

Eventually, the duelist made their way to the proximity of the mountain where Olly’s castle resided. Obviously, it was no longer wrapped in streamers, but it was surprising how it was now completely refolded into a different castle, made completely of origami, with sharp towers protruding out of it, and a familiar insignia in the center. The surrounding skies grew dark around it, the volcano’s lava pit illuminating the bottom area.

Scissors had a feeling Olly would do something like this to the castle. They assumed he would fold it along with the rest of the world, but it seems the plan has changed. But that was none of their concern.

During their journey, they seemed to meet no obstacles. (While there were a few rogue paper plane squadrons, Scissors had easily sliced their numbers.) Now they stood before the highest walls of Origami Castle, this flimsy folded paper the only thing standing between them and the one who they used to call a king.

With far too much ease, Scissors used their blades to stab the wall and slide their blades through as if it were mere wrapping paper.

Inside, Scissors gazed at what they assumed to be the throne room. Origami lanterns hung above in the infinitely high ceiling, casting a soft, sad lighting. Two origami thrones sat, tall and imposing as they leaned against the wall. On said wall was what looked to be like a mural or stained glass portrait made of origami, resembling what looked to be Princess Peach with a blank, peaceful expression. But most notably was the cranes that scattered around the room. Origami cranes upon origami cranes were spread out about the room in colorful paper, some spilling in mountainous conglomerated piles on the floor, some jammed and sitting on shelves, while others swayed delicately on strings. It was beautiful, almost bittersweet. But that was not what they came here for.

Sitting on the enormous, purple throne closest to Scissors was none other than the child king himself: Olly. He was small compared to his throne, sitting cross legged on the edge, lost in thought, seeming to be almost waiting for something. He didn't even notice the bringer of his demise.

Scissors wanted to rush in and slice that little monster to strips immediately. But where's the fun in that? Of course they would annihilate him quickly and without hesitation, but they needed answers first. Real answers.

They took a deep breath and stepped in. Olly whipped his head around to see them appear through the gash in the wall. Evidently he seemed surprised upon their sudden arrival, his eye widening and narrowing in confusion.

“L-Lieutenant?” he began, “What are you doing here?”

They didn't reply and continued to move further into the room before directly stopping in front of Olly's throne.

"I thought you-"

"Died?" Scissors finished his sentence. He stared, dumbfounded. "Of course not. It takes far more than such a weak paper thing to take something such as myself down. For, this thing is capable of far more than one could imagine."

Olly gawked, "Enough of this! How and why are you here? Why are you ignoring me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Scissors snapped. "You of all people should know not to treat gods this way."

"WHAT are you talking about?!"

The knight scoffed. Of course getting answers from HIM would be tedious. But they would have to be just patient and as demanding as him.

"I am talking about you, Olly," Scissors stated, stepping closer towards him, "Ever since you abandoned me at that wretched castle to die, I've had some time to think. I've came to the conclusion that you don't care for any of us-"

"Is that what you came here for?! To talk about your fellow stationery?! Be reasonable! They're not worth our time!" He cried, fear beginning to bubble.

They tensed a bit at the thought of their fallen stationery and continued, "No. This isn't even about them. It's about US. What you've done to me, what pain you've caused me, how you've been holding me back for far too long." They were now almost eye level with Olly from where they stood, leaning above and rather close to his nose, eyes locked on. Olly tensed and said nothing.

"Answer me this if you will. You have no choice anyways," Scissors pulled out their blades and held them in an almost open cutting motion in front of his face. “You KNEW I was powerful didn’t you?”

Olly stared, not knowing what to say, for it seemed he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew that if he told the truth Scissors would be infuriated. But it was not like he could simply lie either, knowing they were cunning and could easily find a lie. Instead, he simply and timidly nodded, shaking as the blades were awfully close to his throat.

“I thought so,” Scissors exclaimed, a hint of pride in their voice. “Now answer me this. Were you, perhaps, AFRAID of my capabilities to this paper world?”

He nodded again, feeling regret begin to bubble.

“Did you think you could try and hold me back, keeping me from my fullest potential?”

The blades seemed to move closer towards him. He nodded.

Their grip tightened. “Did you think you could use me as a pawn to your plans?”

He nodded.

They choked up a bit. “D-Did you ever even care?”

He didn't move.

Scissors paused for a moment.

“Very well then.” Scissors thrust their blades, Olly bracing for impact. When he didn’t feel any pain, he glanced at their blades, which were pulled away from him.

“No. Even though I can kill you on the spot, you deserve a fair fight, DESPITE your doings. I want to truly prove to be stronger than you, to prove you wrong. What do you say?”

He didn’t move.

Olly thought for a moment. If he were to fight them, there would at least be a chance of him surviving and defeating them rather than him simply surrendering and accepting his death.

“I-I’ll accept,” Olly agreed quietly, hiding his fear with reluctance. He rose uncertainly from his throne and hovered before Scissors.

The duelist smirked. They had a feeling this was going to be an easy battle. And they wouldn’t be holding back anymore. “Very well then, En Garde.”

Olly collapsed onto the ground, exhausted and defeated by that titanic being and their undeniable power. More importantly, he collapsed in shock. Shocked that such a being of his creation could do this. Shocked that he allowed this to happen.

How could they defy their creator? What did he do wrong? Sure, he knew it could’ve been dangerous bringing this thing to life, but he was sure it wouldn’t have to ever come to this. He SHOULD’VE been able to defeat them for he was origami, a truly superior form. However this seemed to not be the case.

Perhaps he should take fault for all of this, it’s not like he had anything to lose from it. He could feel doom approaching him. What a shame that was though, for the creation to betray the creator in such a tratorious way. And after everything he’s done for them. It was disappointing.

The traitor loomed over Olly, blades in hand and almost unscathed aside from a few minor injuries. They were victorious, of course, as expected. It felt good to win again though anyhow. Finally their reputation would be rebuilt, starting with the little child before them. Even better: they would be freed from his grasp and no longer be held back by his foolish ways, exacting their revenge for his crimes and disgrace in their eyes.

Scissors smiled pridefully and decided to humor him once more, “Ah, well it seems I have bested you in combat, which is interesting, seeing as though you were supposedly the powerful ‘Origami Overlord’.” Their face hardened. “Perhaps you learned something from this. Perhaps not. You were always stubborn and self centered. But it doesn’t matter. Your fate is sealed either way. No matter. Say goodnight, origami child!”

And with that, Scissors raised their blades over the nearly dead king and prepared for the Final Cut.

Mario, Olivia, and Bowser entered the throne room, unsure of what to expect from Olly along with his twisted folding ability. They knew to be prepared for battle, the final one for sure, for he was their goal and only obstacle in the way of saving the world from his takeover. They just needed to stop it. Just previously, they had battled against that Stapler thing, a monstrous mechanical dog-like thing that was used for pinning the folded soldiers, and Bowser, in place for eternity. While straining, it was another victory against the wretched creature, they returned Bowser to his glorious original state and sat on the final bench, climbed the great staircase and pushed open the large, ornate, origami double doors.

Entering and gazing upon the throne room revealed something much, much less expected.

The room was tall and imposing, casting a hazy light, appearing as many fantasy throne rooms would typically. But that was not the problem.

The walls were sliced and torn, the origami peeling away at the seams, revealing cracks of the outside dark skies.

Vibrant paper laid strewn across the floor, ripped and shredded into little confetti bits. The confetti bits piled on the floor, some pushed aside into mountainous piles reminiscent of leaf piles and shrubury. While difficult to decipher the original form, it seemed likely that it was originally origami, violently torn into perfect pieces.

In the grand center of it all was a mural-like image of the Princess, who was also ripped and torn, however it seemed to be in a better state than the other walls.

There were two thrones, presumably for Olly and Olivia. Neither of which were in their rightful positions. Instead there was Scissors, sitting cross legged on before then on the ground, an origami crown in their hand with purple confetti strewn aside them.

The End

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