As I added yet another crumpled wad of paper to the growing pile on the forest floor, I sighed and slumped forward, my head now resting upon the large tree stump I'd been using as a table. Though I was rather talented with potions, Alicorn magic was at least a tad beyond my reach as of this moment.
Taking a new breath of fresh air, I rose from my slump and reached for a fresh sheet of paper, only to discover that I was fresh out and would need to make more before I could try a new idea and test it. Standing from my seat, (another smaller tree stump that was an offshoot of the much larger one) I extended a tendril to a dirty burlap bag hanging from a tree branch. After checking to make sure there were no animals using it as a nest again, I draped it over my back and headed deeper into the woods in search of dead leaves. This time of year there were not particularly many to be found in this part of the forest due in part both the type of trees, and that they had grown to be so tall.
Half an hour of walking later, I had found and plundered several locations, and began heading towards the stream my sister and I got our water from. Though there were several ways to make paper, and several base ingredients that one could use. What little variety to choose from I had access to at the moment thankfully was also the most plentiful; leaves and water. First I fill a pail halfway with water, then, using my tendrils, I shred the leafs and soak them to mush. After a thorough blending, I would pour the mix onto a mostly-flat stone Dementia found some time ago, and build a fire beneath it. From there it was just a matter of pressing it as flat as possible beneath a second stone and then waiting for it to dry.
It's not the best quality of paper, but it's what we've got. Making more charcoal-ink will have to wait until the fire's completely gone out, though. Thankfully I don't need that right-
My train of thought was broken when, out of the corner of my vision, I saw a brief flash of white light. Jerking my 'face' to the left, I looked on in puzzlement at an odd white box floating towards me. Unsure if it was a threat or not, I prepared myself should I need to run or fight, but the box did not seem to react, and only continued forward instead. When it came within six feet of distance to me it stopped, and the blank white face of it swirled with specks of black for a few seconds, then re-arranged into lettering, and then again re-arranged in a fashion that made the letters appear to dance, and then finally came to a stop in form of a single sentence phrased as a question.
"If you don't have any facial features...how do you eat anything??"
I moved a bit closer, somewhat taken aback by the mysterious box. What was it, and how was it here? Could it of been a trick by Celestia, who may have realized what I was trying to do? I shook head, discarding the thought as foolish. There was no way the royal prat could know. I went to touch it, and with a bit of trepidation I pressed a hoof to it. In response it only moved away, showing it was not tethered to its spot and seemed to just be floating. I walked around it, inspecting it from every angle in an attempt to figure out what it was. I wrapped a tendril around it and tugged it, and it moved. Unfortunately, I had overestimated its weight and it his me square in the muzzle.
"Buck!" I cried, and this time I pulled the box much gentler, and went home. As I entered, I found my sister on the floor of the living room, watching a spider scuttle across the floor. I inwardly sighed, I really needed to get her a hobby. She looked up and jumped to her feet.
"Slendy, what's that?" She walked over and poked the box, and just as before it moved a bit. She cocked her head in confusion. "Is it one of your experiments?" I glanced at the box. My most recent experiments were based around trying to break this spell. Perhaps this was a side effect? But before I could ponder it any longer, my sister's voice drew me from my thoughts.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" she asked me as she walked around the box. I thought about it for a moment, and concluded that there was no harm in answering a simple question from a complete stranger.
"Well, my tendrils have many uses besides grabbing things." To demonstrate, I grabbed one of the last apples I had off of the counter. In my tendril, it seemed to almost melt, disappearing. "For nourishment, my tendrils can absorb food, much like a cell of the body. My tendrils can excrete a powerful enzyme that breaks down the food quickly, and then absorb it."
The moment I finished answering the question, the box wavered, seeming to shimmer in the light before vanishing in a way similar to how it had appeared.
"That was cool!" cried Dementia, and I chuckled a bit. "Yes, I suppose it was.. cool. Now that that is over with, I suppose I should return to working on breaking the spell." With that, I went to the front door and opened it, only to have my way blocked by yet another mysterious box. As the letters formed themselves into words, I groaned inwardly.
how the fuck are you not banished to the realm of bad guys
Dementia went to retaliate, but I held up a hoof and she begrudgingly remained silent.
"Well, if you must know, Celestia wanted to, but I attempted to appeal to her compassion. Unfortunately for me, emotions are not my strong suit and I sounded pathetic. As Celestia was about to banish me, Dementia walked in and started to freak out. The grand throne room started to melt, and the windows started to crack.
Realizing how difficult it would be to contain us both within the realm, she opted to banish us both to the Everfree Forest, casting a spell to ensure we could never leave." Within seconds, this box was gone as well. I turned to my sister and she seemed upset. Was it the fact that I had yet to break the spell? Or the fact that our past had been brought up? I walked outside to dwell on the possible ideas, as well as work on breaking the spell.