"Yes Trixie, I am okay." Papa said after Trixie started crying rivers from her eyes, "I promise I am not hot or anything."

  He continued saying while Trixie hugged Papa's leg, Trixie had needed to pause all the greenies because they continued to try to get in her way of checking to make sure Papa was okay.

  They all screamed something like "For justice!" and "The Princess of Hope will not be tarnished again!" and whatnot.

  Really, so rude and why were they that confused about it? There was only one Princess in this place, and that was Trixie! She didn't have such a stoopid name as 'Hope' she was Trixie! How hard could it be for them to remember her name right. Seriously.

  But nooooo, they all started running around and attempting to hurt their hands against the Toybox walls, silly greenies, don't they know that you can break a wall of... of...

  "Papa, what are the walls of the ToyBox made of again?" Trixie asked looking up to Papa, that weird word that Papa used to describe what the walls should be made of always made her head dizzy.

  "Causality." Papa answered, "Now, can you be a good girl and let Papa interrogate these good people that you... woke up?"

  Papa then proceeded to pick up Trixie and put her on the floor, he dusted Trixie's dress and then his own pants, making sure both Trixie and he were presentable.

  Manners maketh the... Papa.

  "Okay!" Trixie nodded and then ran/hopped a few steps back, standing at the back... Actually, "Tei!"

  She pushed the air in front of her sending all the Greenies that were behind Papa, Papa was too coolz (With a Z to make sure everyone knew how Cool Papa was) to look behind him, a coolz person only looked forward!

  A coolz person had the world bend to their coolzness! (Or get Trixie to help them to make sure the world didn't get tired, because a coolz person was too busy!)

  "... So I will be needing some answers then," Papa said, moving forward, each step made his presence grow by leaps and bounds, these silly greenies stood in front of Mount... Mount... what was that Mount again? Mount Taipei? Mount Eversoul?

  Whatever it was! They stood in front of that mound and didn't notice it! Yes! That!

  "... *spit*" ........ Did...

  "Trixie, no." Papa spoke before Trixie could process what that green bad person did, "Not yet."

  "But... he... he... he dirtied Papa's shoes..." Trixie couldn't process what just had happened, they... they spat at Papa?

  Why?

  That... Who could even do something like that? That was rude. That was more than rude, that was wrong.

  " You just volunteered, congrats," Papa said looking at the trash that had spat at him, he was the same one that Trixie had turned into a Butler first. She should have turned into the trash rat that he was. "I always like it when they help me decide."

  Papa then raised his hand to the side, so Trixie moved his sword there so he could have it. Papa had these tell tales that told Trixie what he needed, that was one of them.

  "Why did you decide to attack us today." Papa asked as he leveled his sword against the Trash Rat, "Don't lie to me."

  "We decided that you demons should be purged," The Trash Rat said with a sneer, "The upper echelons of the Family may want to keep the peace we achieved, two years of fighting is too much they say..."

  "It is, it strains the logistics and morale." Papa said nodding, as if those greenies had something useful in their heads besides broccoli, hmph.

  "We won the war," The Trash Rat said spatting again, this time the glare of Trixie had worked as he did it to the side, "We should use this chance to spread our control and assimilate the other Families that don't deserve what they have."

  "And you alone have the authority to decide we are one such family?" Papa asked shaking his head, "The decision, if there was ever one, should be made by the council. Not by low echelon members."

  Trixie hated those old men, the council thingy. They made Papa work extra hard and didn't allow him to stay with Trixie, it was the reason why Trixie had her Nanny tell her stories before going to sleep. He liked it more when Papa told her stories like before.

  The room was colder and more windy, but Trixie was happy whenever Papa came home and tucked her in the bed to tell her a story while they went to sleep...

  "Of course!" The greenie said, but Papa didn't let him speak further as he cut the arm away, this time Trixie let his shoulder drip a little, it would stain the floor of her Toybox with his green liquid, but that was fine.

  Whenever Trixie let them see how their inner juice dripped away they all got scared, and Trixie wasn't feeling generous with some Trash Rat who didn't knew his manners and spat at Papa, hmph.

  "Lies," Papa said shaking his head, "You get three more before I loop your head."

  "Go ahead!" The Trash Rat said defiantly, they knew not better. "We are dedicated to the Princess! She brought us hope! She saved us from the yoke of oppression!"

  What's a yoke?

  "You really aren't the brightest one, are you?" Papa said, laughing, "Where do you think you are?"

  Yeah, they aren't smart! They should know better!

  "... In the White's family compound?" The stoopid Trash Rat said, getting a laugh out of Trixie and several of the Knights of White that had come closer after finishing their work getting all the greenies here, of course these weren't all the Knights of White.

  Papa didn't let them all come in whenever Trixie let the Toybox open, instead he left half outside to protect the Toybox!

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  "Wrong," Papa said shaking his head, "You are inside of Trixie's ToyBox."

  Yeah!

  "... A... toybox?" The Greenie said confused, "That's what you deranged servant of evil call this? A toybox?"

  "Trixie," Papa called so Trixie raised her hand and ran to Papa, "Be a dear and explain him, what kind of place is your ToyBox."

  Does she need to?

  "Do I need to?" Trixie asked looking at the Trash Rat, "He doesn't look like a good Toy material."

  Trixie would never use him as a toy, he was too rude for that, at most Trixie would turn him into a rubber bone for Tiffany to play with. And that was after Trixie made sure to throw it into the wash first so it was clean.

  She didn't want Tiffany to get sick, she just got this Tiffany!

  "Trixie's ToyBox is a happy place!" Trixie even so needed to answer, as Papa was the one who asked, "In this place everyone can be happy!"

  The Trash Rat seemed confused, a few of the other Greenies also seemed flabbergassed for some reason.

  "How will they be happy here Trixie?" Papa asked next, Trixie knew this answer! They had been asked that before!

  "They will be happy because we can play all day long!" Trixie answered with the cutest smile ever, "Here you don't get hungy or thirsty! Here your ouchies don't hurt!"

  She had tested those before!

  Well, Papa had asked her to test it, so they had thrown one of those baddies that Papa captured to make sure it was like that, the baddie turned to be a good guy after a couple months in Trixie's ToyBox, so he was now one of their Knights!

  Probably.

  Trixie wasn't sure, after one hundred or so toys, even Trixie would get them mixed here and there. Good thing most Knights of White were basically the same anyway.

  "So if you lose your arm?" Papa asked pointing at the Trash Rat.

  "Then you get a new one whenever you need it!" Trixie answered raising one of her fingies and making a new brand new grabber... That she then stowed away, the Trash Rat didn't deserve new grabbers.

  Rude people didn't get new spare parts, hmph.

  "And if they lose their head?" Papa asked next, his smile turning coolerz by the second, a stark contrast with the Trash Rat who seemed to finally understand his place.

  He was turning paler and paler by the second.

  "Their fault for losing their head," Trixie said, shrugging, "Not like that will stop them from playing around, we had Mister Headless for a week, right?"

  "Ah yeah, he did survive for a week, we didn't find his head so when he left he died the next second though." Papa said nodding and grinning at the Trash rat, "Would probably have been better if he had remained."

  "But he needed to go back to her family!" Trixie complained, "He needed to go back to her cute daughter, Trixie understood him!"

  He had made a fit about going back home, Trixie wasn't sure why he was so sure that he would be fine without a head, but Trixie respected his wishes!

  "So there you have it," Papa said to the Trash rat, "Losing arms and legs will not be the last, even losing a head will not be your death. For while we are within Trixie's ToyBox... nothing is impossible."

  "... So what," The Trash Rat said dismissively, "You overplayed your hand, this is all an illusion!"

  Ah... he broke.

  "You overplayed it, no way there is any type of magic that would be able to do all of this, not one that would give such power and much less to a child of all things!" The Trash rat continued raving on and on, "If it was to you and you were a Ninth Circle, then perhaps. But to a child who has no circles? No way."

  Papa nodded sagely at it, "Trixie, this one is a no good, make it so he can't speak." And then after saying that, Papa looped his head off his body and then split his torso in half vertically. Trixie wondered why that was necessary, "Also ensure that he returns like that to the outside."

  So Trixie made sure to drop him in the front yard, luckily there was a couple Knights there waiting already.

  The Knights of white knew Trixie the best! Was it because Trixie spent so much time building them? Or because they were Knights and Kniights always knew better? Like Papa!

  Trixie did not know, but it didn't matter!

  "Next one," Papa said and Trixie moved a new greenie to the same spot the previous one had been before... or was the same one? To Trixie they all looked kinda the same to be honest.

  "Why have you attacked us today?" Papa repeated the same question, as if this one hadn't been listening in to them, had he been listening? Trixie hoped they didn't.

  "... There are... rumors...." The new greenie said looking to the side, the spot where the head of the previous Trash Rat had landed, Trixie had left some of his green juices there to remind the others, it seemed to be working.

  "What rumors?" Papa asked, narrowing his eyes, using the back(The side that didn't have the sharp side) of his sword to make him look at him, "What did you hear?"

  "That... That you whites had the Daughter of Evil in your midst," The Greenie said turning to Trixie, "That we would be able to get a good position in the new order that sir Greenvale will make for his daughter..."

  What kind of stoopid name was Greenvale? Should Trixie know it?

  "So you thought that by attacking during my daughter's birthday the Green Patriarch would applaud you and make you lieutenants or something?" Papa said shaking his head, "How stupid are you?"

  Trixie raised her hand and did small hops, she knew the answer to that!

  "Do not answer that question," Papa said shaking his head, Trixie hand fell to the side, she really knew the answer though... "What you did would start a war in most cases if misunderstood, if Jack isn't in a listening mood it may very well start it anyway."

  It would? Wouldn't that be... like very bad?

  "Lord Greenvale gave his tacit understanding," The greenie said, Trixie knew they were bad people! What kind of bad person would give permission to go and ruin someone's birthday!

  Trixie ought to send a complaint their way! It was only fair!

  "Did he now?" Papa asked looping this one's head and then cutting again and again his head till it was more like grounded meat than a head... That made Trixie hungy, wonder if there were some cupcakes somewhere around.... "Trixie can you bring me one of the leaders now?"

  A leader? How was Trixie supposed to know what that was?

  "What kind of leader Papa?" Trixie asked, one of her dumb teachers had said that if she wanted to know something, she needed to ask the right questions, and right now. She didn't know what the right question was, but if she asked her Toybox for that kind of leader, it was bound to give it to Trixie!

  Her ToyBox was that kind of ToyBox!

  "A squad leader if any available, if not, then a Lieutenant or a enforcer would work too." Papa said looking around, "I don't know if such member is around though."

  He didn't know? Then how was Trixie supposed to know?!?!?

  "Okay!" Trixie even so said nodding and sending the previous greenie away, Papa had left him like grounded meat, so he didn't want him anymore, and if he was one of those leaders, then too bad! He still wouldn't be wanted!

  Because he was a bad person! No one wanted bad people!

  But she needed to focus right now! She was working! And Papa always said to focus when working! She needed to ask the ToyBox for the leader thing!

  "A leader is called!" Trixie started easy, raising her right hand she drew a circle in the air, she had been using nonstop the ToyBox, it was soon to run out of batteries, did they change the batteris from last time? Trixie wasn't sure, the Knight that was supposed to get the new batteries was the same one that had spilled her juice, so she wasn't sure if that one had changed the batteries or not before Trixie got mad at him.

  If he didn't then he would get turned into batteries for the ToyBox!

  "A leader is summoned!" Trixie moved on since no one answered her call, so rude! The next step was to summon them here! And the circle she had drew before she started adding triangles, squares and all kind of figures.

  If they didn't answer she would pull them straight here!

  "A leader is presented!" And since she felt the ToyBox react, she moved on to the next step, to ensure that it had been moved in front of Papa! "And a Leader is bound!"

  To make sure the leader thing didn't cause a ruckus!

  "I would rather you don't." But for some reason, the leader thing that was pulled into the ToyBox said that... and Trixie felt the ToyBox tremble.

  "Ouchie!" And there, in her hand, the same one she had been moving from left to right... There was a cut. Trixie had hurt her hand... And more importantly, the cute circle she had been drawing in the air got split in two.

  Trixie turned to glare to the leader thing she had pulled here, they were holding a sword, a sword with a green handle. It looked stupid, like his green jacket and the green pants.

  What kind of nutjob wore only green clothes? Was he dumb? It looked stupid.

  "So... Here is where you have been keeping our men? Care to explain? King of white." The leader thing said pointing his sword at Papa, the greenies that Trixie had kept seemed to sigh with relief.

  Why?

  They were still within Trixie's Toybox, nothing had changed.

  "So you are the one that convinced them that this was a good idea?" Papa said turning to look at Trixie who was now licking the cut in her hand, she had seen the Knights of White do that...

  Trixie... was kind of tasty now that she had the chance to lick her hand juices, she had half expected her juices to be white since she was of the white house, it would be the normal, the greenies had green juices, so shouldn't Trixie White have white juices?

  "Trixie, are you okay? You are bleeding." Papa asked as he turned to look at Trixie.

  Blood?

  But this was Trixie's hand juice, blood was the important thing that one shouldn't lose. Mama had gone to sleep and didn't wake again after she lost too much of that blood thing.

  Was... was Trixie in danger?