Craft Chaos!
Scraps sits with Goob, working on their latest duo craft project; this time, a special pipe-cleaner flower bouquet. The origami toon suspects her brother is most likely going to give it to someone; after all, Valentine’s Day was fast approaching. The question was, though, who?
She ponders this as she twists another flower with skilled claws, forming it into a daffodil. Her mind kept wandering to the toon that she might be asking out for Valentine’s Day, but probably not… maybe.
Startling her out of her fantasies, she hears footsteps, and soon after a knock at their room’s door. Scraps looks at Goob with a questioning look. “Expecting anyone, little bro?” She asks.
“No, I don’t think so,” Goob replies, tilting his head, stopping from his concentration on the flower he was working on.
Scraps let out a small sigh. “I guess I’ll get the door,” she says, walking towards the door.
She hesitantly opens the door, to see Poppy standing outside the door. The sight of her sent Scraps’ heart jumping, threatening to either bounce out of her chest, or send her into cardiac arrest.
“Scraps! You’re home, phew. I was about to leave a note at the door because I thought you weren’t home,” Poppy rambles, looking relieved.
“Welp, I’m here, aren’t I?” Scraps says, smiling. She opens the door to let Poppy into her and Goob’s room, and Poppy walks inside.
She sits down at her desk, turning her swivel chair so she faces Poppy, and brushing aside the craft stuff, handing the completed ones to Goob from where he sits on the floor.
“What brings you here, Poppy?” Scraps asks her, looking at her, somewhat admirably, as Goob just stands there and then declares he’s going to get a snack and leaves the room.
“Well, I was going to see if you wanted to teach me how to do some crafts? In return I could paint your claws!” Poppy says brightly, with a hint of blush on her face that Scraps didn’t notice, too focused on how her stomach was doing acrobatics in her torso.
“Sure, I’d love that! Shall I get us some materials, soda, and snacks?” The paper craft offers, smiling.
“Sounds good! I’ll be here waiting, so don’t be too long!” Poppy jokes, smiling at Scraps in return as she leaves to get materials.
As she waits for Scraps to return, she looks around the room, noticing the little crafts scattered on the walls, the pictures and posters, and the thing she was working on. How could she ever get a friend like Scraps? She was so nice, and really pretty. Wait. No. She’s just a friend… right?
Poppy moves toward the craft’s desk, looking at what was on it. A card? It seemed like there were multiple versions, maybe drafts? Poppy decided to not look at what the cards scattered across the desk said, but it piqued her interest. She kept looking, waiting for the craft to return, spotting flowers by where Goob was sitting, and on Scraps’ desk. Maybe a duo project?
With a creak, the door opened behind the bubble, and she turned to face Scraps, the craft’s arms full of materials, soda, and various chip bags.
“I’m back! I even got nail polish!” The craft says, holding up a bottle of nail polish and smiling brightly.
Poppy smiles back in return, and they sit on the floor to get started. Scraps lay down a mat, so hopefully there wouldn’t be any mess. She picks up a piece of paper, and to Scraps’ instructions, she folds, glues, and cuts the paper. She added glitter, trying to make it look good but struggling. When they were done, Poppy’s looked like a blob of paper and glitter, and the craft’s was pristine and perfect: a glittery paper dog.
“It's okay! It was your first time after all, I’ve been making crafts for years!” Scraps reassures the bubble, and Poppy manages a weak laugh, looking a little embarrassed while smiling sheepishly.
“…Alright.” Poppy responds, and then says brightly, “Can we maybe, like, motorize the craft or something? It would be really cool!”
“Of course! Let me see what I have,” Scraps says, going to a box and shuffling through its contents. She throws pieces on the ground, looking at others but tossing them away, before finding what she was looking for. “Here it is!” She says, holding up two pieces of metal.
“Ooh! Alright, after can we paint your claws?” Poppy chirps, eyeing the bottle of nail polish.
“Mhm! Sure! And now, here’s how you put the motor on,” the craft says, showing the bubble how to put the metal piece on the craft.
When it came time to see how well they worked, Scraps’ dog ran perfectly, like an actual one, seeming to flow across the ground; smooth and precise, like a natural dog would. Once they finally got it to work, Poppy’s craft whirred to a start, but the bubble couldn’t get the controls to work, so it just kept going.
“I can’t control it!” Poppy exclaims, worry tinging her voice. She watches in horror as it slumps toward the nail polish bottle, and it touches it. As it brushes the nail polish bottle, it blurbs to a stop, and implodes, throwing paper maché, glue, metal scraps, and nail polish all over the room.
Poppy yelps, and Scraps laughs. “Welp, I’m guessing that didn’t go as planned,” the craft says.
“No,” the bubble agrees, before standing up. “I‘ll get Tisha, we’re gonna need help to clean this up.”