Just like they had promised, the sisters brought a wonderful dream to the princess. All she dreamt about was a big gray static in her mind. Everything was being erased, everything. There were no longer any sisters, only the princess, and everything really had all been a dream. She woke up laughing, more than ready to take on the world. She got back to her destructive hell raising spirit. Rather than slingshot rocks at random cars, as an adult now, she slingshot laughter and smiles at random people. Just like before, nobody knew what had hit them until it was too late. She had received so much bad advice throughout her life, from everyone, and she had erased it all. She knew what she was doing, she was going home. Back to that time when her imagination was wild, she played with so many toys, had conversations with all the characters in her head out loud, and played all day, forever.

Her people didn't need to be saved, and even if they did, they could figure it out alone, she'd be busy playing. Adults were so stupid, with their rituals and order and money. Kids were easy, they fought and then they'd laugh. They'd cry and then they'd laugh, they'd share, they'd get hurt, but they'd always laugh. Emotions were stupid. "Emotions are very real, be careful," everyone always said. Fuck that she thought, she was aware of emotions, but just like damn flowers, she liked stepping all over them to feed the trees. What needed to grow always would.

Emotions were delicate and too prim and proper for her, so she couldn't be bothered. Too much sun, too much cold, too much this or that and the flowers would die. Not the trees though. The trees didn't give a shit and weren't bothered by the seasons. She could climb their branches all day and night and they wouldn't wine about it for ages like the other plants. She never wanted to play with flowers, but she always wanted to climb the trees. "Hate is a very strong word" her mother always said. That's exactly why she liked it. Saying she hated things made others upset, pouty, even made them cry. She would just laugh, because even if hate was such a strong word, it was still just a word. The princess could actually never truly hate things, except flowers, she liked to break shit, not destroy matter.

Some of her people caught on. They would throw rocks through windows, slam doors, and yell out loud. She was not much of a yeller herself, but she always laughed at how ridiculously uncomfortable everyone got. That's why the yellers and breaker of things loved her, because she thought they were funny. That's why those socially outcast beautiful beings protected her, because she was cool and loved them. The princess could never take anything too serious, ever. Rules were just guidelines, and if it didn't work for her, she'd just break it. The easiest way to break a rule is to break it when nobody's looking. You can also hide it in front of their faces. Do things in front of people's faces and they'll have no idea what is going on, they never do anyway.

She was a crafty prankster, and thought up elaborate schemes. When everyone played their part and the scheme carried out, even the most serious of folk would have a good laugh. She could make people cry from laughter, call it her gift. Some folks liked that feeling so much though that they'd try to lasso the princess, to make her a performing monkey. It never worked, because not only would her skin instantly burn their lasso rope, she would shit on their feet, a sort of fuck you, but still funny enough to make a point. An eraser was one of her favorite things. It meant the story had no end, and if she didn't like it anymore, which was common, well the princess was no stranger to breaking shit to get a better picture. She broke everything.