"...and that is why we must reject those infernal planes! That unholy Z-axis! The unneeded concept of d-depth!"
Matilda didn't believe in hero-villain horseshoe theory. Despite their replacement magical team making a strong argument for the concept.
Their temporary magical mascot and patron, The Glamorous Avatar Of A Perfect Two Dimensional World (yes, she'll get pissed if you shorten her title), continued. "All human suffering and villainry exists in the 3rd d-dimension! We must save people through the powers of the One True Plane! Through 2D perfection!"
Goddess damnit. Matilda should have came with Galactic Cat on their cosmic vacation. This was their fault for thinking a decade-long break in the realm of reality warping catgirlthings was kind of cringe. This replacement magical gaurdian team is so not normal. Because of course the timeline hopping Galactic Cat has no concept of normality.
The Glamorous Avatar Of A Perfect Two Dimensional World finished her speech "2Defenders! D-Defeat those evil d-doers!"
The Pristine Photographer, with their power to capture reality into an image, prepared their tripod. Digital Dreamgirl hovered inside her haunted iPad, prepared to trap her foes in a digital paradise. Flat Stanley.. Well he was going to mail himself into battle, and maybe take advantage of being flat somehow? Matilda was unsure how he contributed. The Papercut Prince summoned his legion of papercraft knights.
And Matilda, the Handsome Knight of the Galactic Wind...!!!!
Damnit. Not supposed to use that magic right now- even if it was weakened by Galactic Cat's absence. They had to stick to 2Defender stuff while The Glamorous Avatar Of A Perfect Two Dimensional World was watching.
Matilda, the Fearsome Folder, rolled themself up like a newspaper. Goddess this felt so weird. How were they supposed to defeat anyone when they had the moveset of fucking Paper Mario???
This was definitely more embarrassing than whatever psychosexual mind-melting adventures were occurring in the genderfucked cat dimension. Matilda cursed Galactic Cat under their breath.
Whatever. Matilda rolled into battle. The Papercut Prince, the most punctual of the group, lead a charge on top of a papercraft horse. The Pristine Photographer and the Digital Dreamgirl waited for a bus to take them closer to the villains. Flat Stanely had deposited himself in a mailbox, and would arrive somewhere at somepoint.
