To say that the next dimension on this impromptu tour was a tight fit would be an understatement.

There seemed to be no discernible up nor down, and in the in-between space that Moon and her companion occupied lay out a wide but thin space that looked almost like a map. A map, or possibly an ant farm, as Moon could see tiny little shapes moving about in the area directly below her head.

Her head and his were the only parts that fit in any actual way into the 'landscape', the rest of their bodies hung out in the void. They were intersecting this tiny universe by their mere presence., and holding up the traffic of the small geometric shapes that now began to crowd around where their heads met with their 'land'.

"You know," Moon murmured from partway below the world. "I'm beginning to think you didn't have much of a plan at all in this escape of yours. Where exactly are we now?"

"For the record, transcending planes with a pair of scissors has got to be the least-effective method of travel anyone could conceive."

"You're only saying that because you don't understand how they work."

"And you do?"

Moon tried to shrug through the flat plane before them. "I just assumed it was magic."

"Well, to answer your question, it appears we've found a two-dimensional world. One which we are currently inside. However, being three-dimensional beings means that-"

"We literally can't fit into this world," she finished his sentence for him. "Again, good call."

Since he was taller than her, his head poked all the way out of the plane, so his entire head was free to turn to her frustratedly.

"So I made a mistake, it happens to us all. It happened to you, earlier," he pointed out. "And if you must know you might have more experience with your wand than I do with these scissors."

Moon couldn't help but feel bad at that revelation. So that must have been why he refused to tell her where he'd been headed. He honestly didn't know and was still trying to figure out the scissors. She didn't know why he had tried to hide it, not knowing something wasn't something to be ashamed of. Did he think she would think less of him? If so, she certainly didn't.

"You're right," she said. "It was a mistake, no big deal." She tried to sound encouraging and apologetic from halfway through a dimension, though she wasn't certain how well that came off.

"I've got my wand, you've got the dimensional scissors. We're both still figuring things out." It was difficult to smile up at him when tiny little shape people were poking at her face, but she thought he got the sentiment. It was then that an idea struck her.

"Ooh, I think I have an idea," she said as she grasped her wand tighter in her hand, feeling it warming up for a spell.

"Now Moon, if you're going to use magic, just be very sure of what you want it do-"

"It's okay, I know this spell," she assured him. Then with a flick of her wrist she said "Radiance shadow transform!"

And like that Moon could feel herself shrinking and flattening like a tiny, tiny pancake, as the world around them appeared to grow larger and larger. Soon they were completely two-dimensional beings, floating about with all the other two-dimensional shapes. It was hard for Moon's eyes – so used to width and depth – to adjust to seeing the world from this perspective. All she could discern at first were line segments, one of which was darker and taller than the rest and standing about as close as her lizard companion was before they transformed.

"Is that you?" she asked, reaching out with one scarily-flat hand towards the line segment.

"Yes, it's me," he answered. "And I should probably say well done, nothing seems to have gone wrong with this spell. Also that's my nose."

Moon moved her hand back. "Sorry. So now that we're here inside this flat dimension, do you maybe want to look around?"

"Around not being a concept these people recognize," he replied. "I'd just as soon find another dimension if it's all the same to you."

It was then that Moon felt a tap on her other side, and she moved her eyes (which was about all she could do, not being able to turn her head) to see another line, this one shorter and red. She took this to be one of the two-dimensional shapes that she saw crowding around them from above.

Right, they had been surrounded by shapes, and it stood to reason that they still were.

"Um, hello," she greeted the red line with some degree of uncertainty.

"Excuse me," the line said. "But did I hear you call this world a 'flat land'?"

"Uh... yes?" Moon answered, unsure now if she had insulted their dimension on accident.

The red line then called out loudly, Moon assumed to the crowd. "There you have it, two more believers of my theory! These irregular shapes believe – like me – that our world is flat!"

"Preposterous," called a circle from the crowd that Moon could only barely make out (as her eyes adjusted to two dimensions,she began to differentiate the different shaped from one another)

"Here here," agreed another. "Keep your crackpot theories to your three-sided friends, triangle."

"And do you really expect us to believe a couple of irregular shapes?" yet another shape cried. "Call for their removal, their asymmetry is hurting my eyes."

"Asymmetry?" Moon scoffed. "I'll have you know that my family is known for their facial symmetry."

"I think the word 'removal' should be the more pressing word, here, princess" her companion commented.

"He's right," said the red triangle that had spoken out and was still beside them. "They've already called for the octagons."

And sure enough, the crowd was parting up and down to let through several very large and surly looking octagons.

Things were escalating quickly, and Moon was starting to think she had had enough of this particular adventure.

"Okay, I'm ready whenever you are with those scissors," she called to the lizard, but it seemed as though he had the same idea she had.

Moon heard the tell tale snipping of the scissors, but there was no proceeding sound of a portal being opened, and she didn't see one opening up in front of them (or to the side of them as the case was).

"It's not working,"she heard him say, voice growing frustrated and frantic at the same time. Again she heard the scissors' blades slicing together, but nothing would come of it. "Wait, oh of course. The portal is three dimensional, it needs three dimensions to be able to open."

"Oh, well that's just great," Moon complained, "So now we're about to be captured and taken to who knows where in some strange dimension."

"I know where," the red triangle said, "and you don't wanna go there. Come with me, and I'll get you to safety."

"Thanks a lot, but I think we'll be okay. The scissors might not work at the moment, but I've still got this," she held out her wand, as flat as her own hand in this form. "The magic should still work even in two dimensions."

If she could fully make out the triangle's facial features, Moon would have seen its eyes widen on the wand in her hand, she would have seen the awe in its eyes, an awe similar to that of her companion upon first seeing it. Before she could manage a spell,quicker than it could take her to finish a breath, the triangle lunged for her and snatched the wand right out of her grasp.

"Yoink!" it called mockingly as it scurried away off below the encroaching octagons. Moon screamed with surprise and embarrassment. That was twice today she had lost her wand, and at the most inopportune time, as well.

As they were surrounded on all four sides and apprehended by the octagons, Moon heard the lizard from some where beside her. "Perhaps you should consider tieing your wand to your wrist or something."

"Is this really the time to be suggesting things like that?" she snapped. "I'll think of something, don't you worry."

But nothing came to her. Not as they were being lead away by the octagons, not as they were being locked into a two dimensional cell, and not as they were being taunted by their guard for their irregular shapes.

"Just look at you, what are you supposed to be? Ain't never seen a shape that looked like you."

And on it went, Moon was surprised that the octagon didn't pull out a stick and start poking at them or throwing things in their direction.

"Just what do you plan on doing to us?" she finally asked as the guard seemed to lose interest in taunting them, for his insults carried no real weight to the two of them since they were all shape-related.

"All irregular shapes are subjected to the same re-shaping process," he answered, as if the question were beneath him. This was a tone that Moon was not used to hearing directed at her, and she very much did not appreciate it.

"Ahem, excuse me, but that is not the proper way to address royalty."

"Oh, and who might you be? Princess of the weirdos?" the guard scoffed and laughed at his own joke. This was getting Moon nowhere and not helping to ease her frustration with this entire dimension.

Now when you say 're-shaped', you mean?" Moon's companion asked.

"I mean they will be taking you and re-shaping you into a proper shape," he answered with just as much annoyance. "In the re-shaper, of course."

"Do we get a choice in this matter?"

"Of course not,no irregulars do. If you did then who'd ever choose to be a triangle?" the guard guffawed again at his own joke,which only served to irritate Moon more.

"It's bad enough I went and lost the wand again, but do we really have to be subjected to all of this merely because we look different from them?"

It was still difficult to tell, but Moon thought she saw the reptile raise an eyebrow at her.

"This is your first time experiencing prejudice, isn't it?" he asked her.

"Well... yes," she said, a small, unladylike whine creeping into her voice. "And I don't care for it very much." She did the best she could to slump down onto the side of their cell, and her lizard companion did his best to join her.

"I've dealt with this sort of thing my entire life, being a monster on Mewni."

"You have?" she asked disbelievingly."But... that's different on Mewni. You see, these shapes are being prejudiced for no real reason. All the shapes here are pretty much the same, but they can't see that. Whereas on Mewni, the mewmans are good and the monsters – well – aren't."

She realized too late that she might have actually insulted him, so she tried to backtrack, taking onto her statement; "But they aren't all bad, of course. You certainly haven't been. You've been quite helpful."

"Apart from their methods for dealing with their lower class,I don't see much of a difference," she heard him say. "Whatever shape doesn't fit in has to be corrected, because it's not as if they're all fine just the way they are."

"But we *are * fine, they just don't know that. If they realized we were from a different dimension, they'd understand and maybe treat us better."

"Maybe, but ignorance can be dangerous," he said. "It inspires fear of the unknown, of what is accepted as normal or regular by a society."

"But again, it's different on Mewni," she stated, although now a bit hesitantly. She had a sinking feeling that he wasn't just talking about this weird geometric shape dimension with such contempt.

"Is it?" he asked "Then could you tell me why it is that we monsters don't wield magic, or why we aren't permitted to live within the magical barrier of your kingdom?"

"I... hadn't ever really thought about it before," she said, and starting to feel dumb for not thinking about it sooner. She wondered about it now, however. All her life she had been told that the monsters were dangerous, creatures to be feared. That they would steal the royal family's magic and/or possibly even murder them for it. She had always seen them as greedy, treacherous, and untrustworthy.

But this reptilian creature she had met, he didn't seem at all like that. Of course she had a very small personal sampling of the monsters of Mewni – and they had mostly been under one form of duress or another pretty much since they met – but she had trusted him enough to let him lead her on this adventure, this break from her every day life. And he had encouraged her, even looked out for her by finding her wand. These were all things she had never thought possible of a monster before.

He was challenging all of her preconceptions merely by existing. It made her wonder how much she really knew about monsters, or about anything.

"But... there has to be some reasons." Right? She added I her thoughts.

"I'll bet once you really get down to it, that these shapes might find those reasons to the just a arbitrary to them as you find theirs," he continued, and Moon couldn't exactly disagree. She couldn't really think of anything to say to that.

Before she could give an answer, the guard was hit by a blast of magic, Moon jumped, wondering just from where it had come.

"Ka pow!" cried a voice as their small two-dimensional cell was broken open,and in came the small red triangle from before, the one who had stolen her wand,now wielding it with some fairly impressive results.

"This way, quickly. Follow me!" it called, motioning for them to follow. Moon was uncertain, since this was the being who took her wand, but then again perhaps she could trick it into giving it back.

They decided to take a chance and follow it, down a long corridor and around a corner into a small alleyway.

Once they were certain the coast was clear, the triangle spoke to them in a quiet, hurried whisper.

"Look, my name is Sal, and I'm really sorry for taking this," Sal indicated the wand. "But I thought it could help me prove my theory. If you two really are from another dimension - one that has more dimensions than this place - I thought maybe this was how you got here, and it could prove that our world is flat."

"Your world *is * flat, at least compared to ours," Moon said. "But I need my wand back, Sal. Besides, it's not how we got here, anyway."

"It isn't? Then how did you come to be here?"

"My scissors," the lizard held them up for Sal to see. "But at the moment they don't work, so even if you had them, you wouldn't be able to go anywhere."

"Maybe I don't have to," Sal said. "We triangles are so often overlooked here, that no one really knows how good we are with reverse-engineering our own tech. If you would let me see those scissors, I could maybe make some for myself. So, how about a trade? The scissors for the wand?"

It didn't take long for Moon to agree. "Oh, by all means, but do try to be fast, we want to be able to leave this dimension as soon as possible."

"But Moon, if you have the wand back, we might be able to do something to help the shapes of this world while Sal finishes what it needs to do." Her lizard companion pointed out.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," he replied.

For a moment, she was lost. But following his train of thought, she remembered what the guard had said about the unfair practice of re-shaping the beings here that didn't fit in.

"You want to do something about that machine?" she asked.

"I think we should destroy it," he said plainly.

Moon wasn't so certain as he. She could sympathize with him on this, to be sure. That was an unfair practice to subject these beings to – and she understood from where his want to help them came – but really, who were they to meddle in the affairs of another dimension?

"Is it really our place to do something like that?"

"There may come a time in your life when you are faced with choices that could shape countless lives. One day it will be your place, no matter what you might feel about it," he said, doing his best to grab her shoulders in their flattened states. "You agree with me that this is an unfair practice, don't you?"

"Of course."

"Then if you can help them, you should and damn the consequences."

Moon couldn't help but nod in agreement. He was just so sure, so passionate about it, and he was her only real ally in this whole dimension (she didn't really count Sal, they had stolen her wand, after all). She wanted to help if she could. If not for these beings, then for him.

Moon's wand returned to her hand, they followed Sal's directions towards the place where the re-shaper was was kept. It was an enormous shape, made up of what looked like cookie cutters that could bend an shape and re-shape just about anything, or any being into any of the geometric shapes that lived on this world.

Moon considered what she was about to do, destroying this big mechanical machine of [tyranny]. Did she really want to get involved in another world's affairs like this? But she considered again what her companion had said, about how their worlds were not so different. Could that have been true, as well? Could the mewmans be as wrong as these shapes about the monsters? These shapes feared and hated anything irregular, and Moon wanted to believe that her people were more evolved than that.

Well, in any case, here in this moment she was in the right, and these shapes were in the wrong. It was wrong for them to oppress the asymmetrical shapes and the ones of lower rank merely because of how they looked. It just wasn't fair to make them conform to what their standard for normal was here.

Moon nodded to herself, took aim,and blasted at the machine with all the power she could muster. She wasn't really sure if this was entirely the most diplomatic of solutions to this problem, but it was the one her gut told her was the right one.

The re-shaper exploded into a million pieces of glitter that burst into flames as it rained down. This alerted many shapes to its location, including the octagon guards, so Moon hurried as fast as she could away from the scene and scurried to find their rendezvous point.

Her companion had stayed behind to assist Sal in the completion of the duplicate scissors, and as an angry mob of high-ranking shapes began to search for them, Moon and the lizard quickly said their goodbyes to Sal.

"Hope the new scissors work out for you," moon said to them. "If they do, be sure to come visit Mewni . If you can, that is," she added, remembering the whole two-dimensional thing again.

"Thanks again for your help," Sal replied. Sirens

With sirens wailing in the background, Moon grasped the reptile's clawed hand and waved her wand to counter her Radiance Shadow Transform spell. She silently prayed that she didn't mess up and that they wouldn't be caught in some sort of half-two-dimensional, half-three-dimensional amalgamation.

Thankfully, her prayers were evidently answered, for they grew back into their natural forms, too-big for the small dimension and all.

Moon could see smoke rising up from where the re-shaper had been, and all of the shapes rushing towards it or running around in a panic. And she wondered again if she had done the right thing.

Her companion – who had not yet let go of her hand – gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, as if to answer her silent question. She smiled up at him as he went to open another portal, but she stopped him.

"Wait," she said. "Maybe... maybe let me pick the dimension this time?"

He blinked and stalled for a moment, but then shrugged and handed her the scissors. She had never used them before, but she hoped it was like casting a spell. She pictured the dimension she wanted to visit, and then began to snip a hole into the fabric of reality.

They were soon in the middle of what looked like a gigantic restaurant, a menu on the wall behind the counter stretched the entire width and height of the wall, all crammed with different flavors and varieties of one particular thing.

"Ice cream?" the lizard asked skeptically. "I let you pick the next stop, and you choose going for ice cream?"

Moon nodded, so pleased with herself to have actually gotten the destination correct. "Yes, ice cream. Welcome to Gloppydrop. My father says it has the best ice cream in the multiverse."

She tugged him along to join the line that lead to the counter. "I figured that we've had a lot of excitement, we should just take a breather. I mean, that was sort of the initial point of my coming along with you, for a break, after all."

It didn't take them long to reach the counter, even though there were literally thousands of flavors and combinations to chose from, it didn't seem to take the beings in front of them long to decide from all the choices.

It took Moon a little longer than her companion to decide, and while she was choosing he went off in search of a table for them to sit at. When she had finally made her decision on what to get, she took her small cup and his cone and went in search of him.

It was only when she couldn't find him and wanted to shout out his name that she realized, she didn't know his name. Well, that wouldn't do. She had just been calling him 'the lizard' or 'the reptile' this whole time, what if she had accidentally insulted him? Come to think of it, had she actually called him by anything since she met him?

When she finally found him waving her over, she walked over to their table and handed him his ice cream, wanting to ask but not entirely sure how to approach the subject. It seemed weird to not know his name already, and she thought it might be rude to ask now.

"I'm sorry, but I just realized that I never asked you your name," Moon said with a nervous laugh. "Heh, I guess I sort of got carried away with my own ideas back there. Then between the rainbow kraken, the crazy flat land, and now, guess it just slipped my mind to ask."

The reptile lowered his ice cream mid-lick, looking thoughtful again."That isn't really a problem, seeing as I don't actually have one."

"You don't?"

"The other monsters never gave me one. It's actually very rare for any of my kind to have a proper name, usually when one of us gets one it's merely a description."

"Well that doesn't sound like a good system. What if they need to get your attention? Do they just say; 'Hey there, Scaly' or something?"

"Sometimes, usually just 'hey you'. Sometimes 'friend' if they mean to be kind. We can usually distinguish each other fairly well."

"Hmm, I wonder what they would call me,"she wondered aloud, pondering her own most-prominent attributes.

"Probably something like 'Bright Eyes', with those eyes of yours,"he answered. She raised an eyebrow at that remark, since it was awfully quick to have been off the top of his head. He blinked and looked away from her questioning look.

"Only because they take up half your face, that is."

"Well, what about your parents," she asked to steer the topic back to a name for him.

"I don't know anything about them, much less what they would have named me."

That was an even sadder revelation than about not having a name. "Wait, so you're an orphan, too? AND the rest of your kind pick on you? That is just-"

"It's fine," he interrupted as if it didn't matter. As if that wasn't something so absolutely heartbreaking.

"No, it's not," she stated firmly. "It's the saddest thing I've ever heard. You don't seem the type to deserve such a life. No to me, anyway. Anyone who would just let a stranger tag along with them through dimensions deserves better."

Moon put down her spoon to reach out and cover his free clawed hand with hers. It was a sympathetic gesture that he did not seem to be accustomed to nor know what to do about it.

"I just need something to call you," she said. "And not something so impersonal as 'you'".

"If it's that important to you, then you pick something," he answered after a long moment of looking down at their hands. He flicked his eyes back up to hers. "I'll answer to whatever you come up with."

Moon was surprised by this invitation. She had never named anything or anyone before. She didn't know how much thought should go into it. She looked him up and down, trying to decide if there was any name she knew that might fit him.

She took another spoonful of her ice cream and – going with the first thing that popped into her head – said, "Toffee".

He looked more than a bit confused. "Why Toffee?"he asked with more than slight bemusement.

"Because it's the least monster-sounding thing I can think of, and you're the least-monstery creature I've met," she smiled warmly as she took another bite. "Plus it's the kind of ice cream you got."

The newly-christened Toffee made an amused sound,but said nothing as he continued licking his ice cream,which was nearly down to the cone now.

"And I'd be happy to call you 'friend' as well," Moon added. This prompted a smile from the reptile, which only made Moon's smile grow as she scraped the bottom of her own ice cream cup.

"Let me pick the next place," Toffee said. "Then..." he hesitated. "Then I think I should take you back home."

"Home? But we're having so much fun," Moon said. Even with the dangerous stuff, she couldn't even fathom going back home now that she had tasted this little bit of adventure.

"I may not know much about having people like parents,but I'm sure yours are worried sick by now. And at the very least your royal guards are probably searching every conceivable dimension for you."

Moon drooped at that thought, he was probably right. Her mother must be in a tizzy and her father must be scrambling the guards as they sat there. The guilt over the realization of what she had done with this impulsive trip started to really sink in. Of course he was right, this had been a pretty dumb move on her part. But there was still a very large part of her that did not regret it.

"Also I think four jumps is enough for your first time."

Moon perked up at that. 'First time'? "What do you mean?"

"Only that if you were to go home soon, I could come back that much sooner to take you out again."

"Really? You'd do that?" her eyes widened and she leaned in closer towards him, nearly jumping off her chair.

"Of course," he answered, now smiling with his teeth, possibly amused by her sudden burst of excitement. "What are friends for?"