Soo- it's been a few chapters since I put up an actual story-

     This means another poorly written oneshot! Yay! This time, it features THE ONE AND ONLY YELLOW who follows his instincts instead of his usually pretty smart head! Guess what he does by only looking at the title.

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     "...Hey, Yellow? I found this," Tied said after yet another failed attempt at organizing one of many crates.

     "What?" Yellow asked in a slightly irritable tone. Turning over, he saw Tied holding a dusty, light blue scrapbook. The cover featured the word "Memories" on it in black marker. It looked like someone who was just learning the alphabet had written it.

     Yellow, who had been having an otherwise annoying day, just stared at the dusty scrapbook. It took a while for him to regain his senses, and when he did Tied was standing in front of him, waving his arms and yelling "EARTH TO YELLOW! EARTH TO YELLOW!"  repeatedly. Tied told him that he'd been having some sort of mental breakdown after they'd put the crates back together.

     That was 3 days ago, and Yellow had been pretty bothered since. The only wink of sleep he'd gotten had been stuffed to the brim with nightmares, and as far as he was concerned everything had been a total mess from then on. He was staying perfectly awake without any caffeine, anyways.

     Yellow decided to close up shop early that day. No specific reason.

     That is, until he thought of a reason.

     By the time he'd reached the clock on the clock tower, the hurriedly written sign he put on the door had fallen on the wooden boards.

     On it, he had wrote "gone to Washable Kingdom".

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     I know this is short, but I'll make a part two. I just need some more inspiration and brainstorming. I'll be back

     Have an apology pizza 🍕