“Well, now that you all are here.” Masaccio grinned at his army of brightly colored competitors.
He pulled out his pen and snagged his handy dandy notebook. He turns his back to the newly formed families. For a moment, he hesitates.
A moment of panic? No, no..
A moment of fear? No, that wasn’t right either.
Whatever it was, the feeling that burrowed itself deep into Massy’s chest, the small turtle brushed aside in order to write on the paper. He smiled to himself, watching as the ink stained the paper and made itself permanent.
He threw the pen up in the air when finished, freeing his hand enough to rip the page from the journal and throw it to the floor.
The page landed like nothing, it was almost anticlimactic. But then the paper was pushed down by an impressive force and the words pulled up into the air.
The dark words spun for a moment as Massy caught the pen and tucked it into his belt. They spun and spun and spun until the words suddenly turned into a giant throne. Masaccio quietly counted the steps. Thirty-One steps up to the very top and he wasted no time hopping up them.
Sure, he skipped a few steps but when you had the energy he had, it was a no brainer.
He spun once he reached the top, collapsing in the black cushion that was so soft it reminded him of..
Briefly, Massy thought about the yellow cloak that he used to curl up in when he was home.
But he shook it off, his expression shifting to a devious smirk as he peered down at the groups below him.
“Let the games begin!” Massy called as he clapped his hands together. He scribbled some words down on his notepad then chucked it off to the side. Much like his chair presentation, the words swirled before forming into a large white board.
“We will be competing in rounds, my scaly and not scaly friends! Head to head competitions where the winner moves on to the next round and so on, so forth. If you don’t know how a competition works, that’s not my problem.”
The young turtle shifted to sit up proper, looking down at them all. “The rounds will have themes. I mean, come on. This is entertainment after all! It would be boring if we didn’t have themes. And the top winner? Gets a great surprise! Isn’t that fun?” Massy grinned, then he scribbled on his notepad once more before tossing the page to the floor before him. The words this time formed a bowl of popcorn that he happily tossed a handful into his mouth.
“I look forward to seeing you all on the battlefield.”
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