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[D. RUN(NING)!!!]

Paper Tiger turned back from the friends she had returned for, joyously partaking in the loving comradeship that only Phonyland could provide. Their assortment of bright colours almost lit up the gloom of the cave with the glow of friendship. Paper Tiger had learnt despite her fears, size, and absolute cowardice, she would not regret being a loyal and loving Phriend, and would never regret risking her short life to find them again.

Then she turned to see the monster that put jorts to shame.

Ah, so this was the (many times) aforementioned Trauma that wiped all recollection of this plastic wasteland under a hollow mountain. Most definitely. She could almost feel her memories being wiped at this very moment and being replaced with primal terror.

"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY" she cried, D. RUN(NING)!!!

[A. started yelling]

When Paper Tiger saw the rest of her entrapped brethen, a strange feeling welled up in her. It could be The trauma, but it also could be anger? Dismay? It was unpleasant and she didn't like it. Perhaps this is why she felt like she needed to return and find them. However, this was not the moment she returned for, but a precursor that held her away from a joyful reunion with the Phonies she once shared probably rats and mushrooms and bits of molten plastic with because there didn't seem to be much to eat here.

She let the rage overtake her little body. It's possible that the short hairs of her fur at the back of her neck stood up much like her mohawk. Her feline tail shot up as well, and she A. started yelling or really started having an exquisite tantrum at the edge of the river.

"HEY LOSERS" she screamed at the top of her permababby lungs, "IT'S ME YOU LITTLE USELESS PLASTIC B-EACHES! YOU LOST ME! YOU COULDN'T EVEN KEEP A BABBY TRAPPED! HAH! LOOK AT ME, I'M FREE!"

About as free as a permababby on a distraction mission under a plastic mountain could be, but freer than they were.

"I'M A SYMBOL OF YOUR FAILURE AT OPPRESSION! AAAAAA"

[B. walk slowly]

Maybe this is what caused the trauma, a near miss of a lawn jort. Imagine that monstrosity hitting you. Oh, and the pointy bit too.

Now that Paper Tiger had done her fair share of staring in horror, she wondered what her past self did.

She fell upon the floor and started to crawl along, which probably qualified as B. walk slowly.

[A. distraction team]

Paper Tiger, chewing on some mushrooms, listened as attentively as her little brain would allow her. She didn't remember any of this, it was probably the trauma (or mushrooms, given the Strongarms' familiarity towards her). She nodded like she was expected to, with her mouth full of mushrooms.

"I had to come back," she said bravely and muffedly, "everyone is still here."

(If she had remembered everything, she may not have. Perhaps she would? In any case, here she was.)

"I'll go with the A. distraction team," Paper Tiger decided. The rest sounded too functionally necessary.

"I'm running!!" Paper Tiger wailed in positive response to Itsy Bitsy, before throwing herself dramatically on the ends of Bullseye's long locks because she had to*.

(*She did not have to.)

[D. panicking]

Paper Tiger had no hesitation in making her metaphysical decision - this was it! The opportunity for the adults to sacrifice themselves for her!

"I'm just a baby, Itsy-Bitsy," she bawled, D. panicking, "Bullseye, I'm too young to die!"

They were Old Enough to die by rows and rows of plastic teeth.

( @Ruriska @FrostyPeaches I'm sorry this girl is Not Good )

What an insult Diamond produced! Paper Tiger didn't know what it meant either, but it seemed effective. She clapped with great cheer that they put the robot's back out.

[Back: 8/10 total]

Certainly, the babbies were tenacious and also pint-sized bullies. But hey, they were trying!

Back: 8/10 total

[blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 2, total 2[/blockquote]

[back]

"Come on, you stupid car," Paper Tiger said again for Diamond's missed opportunity, before shoving the back and then clapping a hoof over her mouth.

"I meant like, your wonky body," she explained, as if it made it any better, "not you, because you're a robot."

Back: 5/10 lol

[blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 3, total 3[/blockquote]

[his back, 1 measly point]

Paper Tiger squinted at the robot, trying to piece out what would be the best way to kick a car back into operation, puzzling with her little brain.

Whether because of her past experience or mass media, she had the impression of someone booting a car's booty to get it putting again. Of course, it was also accompanied by the person yelling "stupid car!"

So that's what she did. She booted his booty and yelled "stupid car!"

"I don't know what came over me," she said after an ineffectual kick (technically to his back, 1 measly point), "it must be the trauma."

[blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 1, total 1[/blockquote]

[B: Scout around the area for another way through.]

Paper Tiger's eyes had dried by the time the whole miniature battle had played out and concluded, because she was valiantly trying to remember this aaand...her little brain had nothing. Perhaps it was breathable nanites that had influenced her selective recollection. If she went to Phony admin after this unpleasant adventure, would she get fully wiped anew? Did they already wipe her little brain? It was hard to say. Nanites, man.

Thankfully as a babby she was easily distracted, and by the time of their next dilemma, Paper Tiger was starting to get jumpy with the high count of being-trapped-in-plastic scenarios, perhaps from some latent trauma that she had frantically tucked away (or had gotten erased?!), like the piles of plastic buried under more piles of plastic.

She had no interest in physical labour. She picked her way through the landscape, peering around for a better route.

B: Scout around the area for another way through.

[D. I think she's pretty distracting tbh]

Paper Tiger's little brain did not recall these aggressive little men making veiled threats and some part of her felt deeply betrayed by the fact that they split them up (as much as they could...split them up in the miniature landscape) because how could she now guilt trip adults into sacrificing themselves for her? She could no longer blame them if she was injured by little angry solder shenanigans because it wouldn't be their fault.

So she started on big fat cat tears.

"You're threatening me," she blubbered, "and separating the babbies from the adults! That's against Phony rights! We have them, you know! You're war criminals!"

Then she blubbered a little harder because she figured it wouldn't hurt.

D. I think she's pretty distracting tbh