Marco Diaz Vs The Falls

Chapter 3: Post-breakup depression

-Mom! Dad!-called Marco as he knocked one of the doors in a hotel that was a bit apart of the city of Gravity Falls

-Marco?-asked a female voice behind the door before opening it.-There you are, son!-The cheerful woman exclaimed pulling him into an embrace.-So? How are you feeling?-

Marco sighed. "Victim again, great..." he thought with a bitter smile.-I'm better, mom, I knew this place would be less stressing-

-Oh, I'm so glad to know that, Marco!-she hugged him again

That was it; it was time to say it. Taking a deep breath, the teen spoke up.-Eh, mom, I've found a place to stay-

-Place to stay?-asked his mother not really convinced

-Place to stay?-repeated his father going out of the room's bathroom wearing a towel and with wet hair.-But... the doctor said that you needed to be with your friends and family!-

"Here we come".-I know, I know... the thing is... this holidays are for all of us, not just me... and I think that it'll be unfair if I don't let you have fun on your own-he opined walking into the room and taking some trunks.-Look, I know you want to take care of me... but I need to be alone sometimes and...-

-You were alone for enough time!-exclaimed Mrs. Diaz taking his son's hands.-Marco, I know you think we don't understand what you're going through... and maybe we don't... but you have to let us help you-

-Mom, I'm not sick or depressed, ok?-he said letting go of her hands a bit rudely

His parents stared at him worried. Marco recognized those looks on their faces, so he just sighed. He knew that they were trying to do the best for him. He knew it very well. They didn't do it to make him feel as a victim or guiltier, they did it because they tried to be nice to him. They were his parents and they loved him, they wanted the best for him, he knew it.

The boy sighed.-Listen, I'm sorry, mom, I didn't mean to say it like that... but it's just that I'm tired of this!-he exclaimed trying to sound the less rude as possible.-I know you want the best for me... but I need... I need to feel... less like a victim. I have to let it go, to have a new start, and I think that staying with someone who knows what happened won't help me...-his parents worried look suddenly turned to a shocked one.-Mom, dad, I love you, but I have to try to turn over a new leaf, you know? That's why I'm asking you to trust me to stay on my own for a couple of weeks... on the while, you can enjoy yourselves, I'll be fine, don't worry about me-he said taking the trunks out of the room as his parents just watched his actions in confusion

-Will you promise to... try to make new friends and try to forget about... her?-

"Forget about her" that sentence echoed through his mind like salt on an open wound. No, of course not. He wasn't there to forget it, to forget about that. In fact, he was there to get everything back, to make things right for once.-Mom, dad, I promise-he said with a smile, while on his back he was crossing his fingers

Mr. and Mrs. Diaz exchanged a knowing look before nodding to their son.-We trust you, son-decided his father

-Thanks, dad-

-Just... be careful-commented his mother

-Sure, mom-he said, finally leaving the room with the trunks on his hands

-Marco, wait a second...-

Dipper sighed tired as he was in the hotel's lobby waiting for Marco to come down with his cases. He was actually expecting him to come down stairs just with his trunks. But he had a big surprise when he saw him coming with two adults beside him. One of them was a woman, his mother he presumed. She had brown hair and green eyes, pretty different from the man who was following them too. He looked more like Marco, with its brown skin and chocolate eyes.

-Hey, Dipper-greeted Marco leaving his trunks on the floor

-Hey?-he said not really sure

The Latino looked down; a bit embarrassed.-Yeah... those are my parents! Rafael and Angie Diaz-he presented pointing to the adults.-Mom, dad, he's Dipper Pines, I'm staying with his family-

-Oh, do you have a really big family, Dipper?-Rafael asked with a smile

-Uh, in the Mystery Shack we are only me, my sister, my great uncles Stanley and Stanford Pines, and Soos, the Shack's host-

-That's alright, we'd like to go with you and talk to your uncle about how to take care of Marco, would you mind?-

Dipper looked at Marco, who just rolled his eyes and nodded as saying "yeah, we don't have a way out". So, the brown-haired boy just decided to guide them to his home. But they decided to take a cab instead of walking towards the forest, obviously, they didn't want to have another "creepy experience" with Marco's parents... even if it sounded a bit tempting for Dipper, who still tried to act as if he secretly hated the new teen... though he secretly didn't hate him that much anymore.

After thirty minutes of driving and Marco's father paying to the cab, they were finally at the Mystery Shack's door.

-Well, here it is... the Tourist trap-I mean, the Mystery Shack-Dipper said walking out of the cab and pointing to the old cottage

-Oh, what an original decoration!-exclaimed Mrs. Diaz taking her camera as fast as she could and starting to take photos at every single thing she saw, accompanied by her husband, who was as enthusiastic as her about seeing new places.

-Woah, your parents are really... enthusiastic-commented Dipper with a chuckle

-Yeah...-muttered Marco a bit sad, remembering that it had been a long time since they seemed so happy and relaxed. And he felt guilty to remember that it was his entire fault, because they were worried about him.-Dipper, I need your help-

-Uh? What do you need?-

-I need your uncle to dress up and act as someone reasonable. He's the only adult who seems trustable on this place, and my parents are gonna tell him about my current emotional state and I need him to act like an adult-

-Hey! He acts like an adult... wait, "current emotional state"?-questioned the teen suddenly realizing what he had just said

-Uh?-he chuckled.-Yeah... my parents think I'm going through some kind of "depression"... long story... anyway, would you help me?-

-I'd do it if you explain me why they think so...-he said folding his arms

-What? It's nothing, do I seemed depressed to you?-the Latino asked almost freaking out, but like his new friend didn't seem to change his mind, he groaned annoyed.-Ok, I'll do it... but after you help me-

-How do I know if I can trust you?-

Marco rolled his eyes and took something out of his pocket. Once it was completely out of the pocket, Dipper could finally see clear what it was: a key ring in form of a broken star, as if it was cleaved just in the half.-This is the thing I love the most of every single thing I'm wearing...-he gave it to him.-If I don't tell you it, then you can keep it. Deal?-

Dipper inspected the new object that he received. It didn't seem like very expensive or important. It seemed like a new version of those half-hearts that are sold and people, usually girls, use to make promises of "friendship" or "love" forever. Sure, he'd never seen one in form of a star... but even if it wasn't made of pure gold, Marco's face when he held it was the only proof he needed. That key ring meant something really important to him, and he wouldn't risk something that was so meaningful if he was lying.-Deal-

Sharing a smile, the teens went through two different ways.

-I'll go get my uncle!-said Dipper to Mr. and Mrs. Diaz

-Sure, we'll stay here!-said Marco back to him

-Uncle Stan! Uncle Stan! Uncle Stan!-was calling Dipper as he was running through the house as crazy

-What's wrong with you, kid?-he asked once his nephew finally found him: he was playing poker with Mabel.-Do you wanna play too? Wait, where is that rich boy that will stay now?-

-He... Is... With... his... parents...-he explained breathing between the words, trying to recover the air he lost running

-My mother-in-law and father-in-law are here?-questioned Mabel leaving his cards in enthusiasm.-Wow... he really knows how to make a girl happy-

Taking air again, Dipper pointed to his sister with a finger.-Don't you dare creeping his parents out-

-What?! I'm not creeping anyone out...-

-They want to talk to Uncle Stan-

-Wait, what do they want with me?-the old man asked

-They want to talk about some "depression" Marco is going through or something like that... anyway, you have to dress up-he said pointing to his shirt and undies.-And act kind and like an adult-

-Hey! I act like an adult... wait a second, depression? I don't want any guy crying around every corner of the house... that will cost him $200 more...-

-Ugh! Just do it! They're in the front door!-

-I'm gonna meet my parents-in-law!-sang Mabel happily as she ran towards the door

-Mabel! Wait up!-but it was too late, she was too excited for being stopped now.-Well, maybe they won't think she's that mad...-he mumbled

-And this is the gifts shop!-exclaimed Marco presenting the Mystery Shack's first room

-Wow!-His parents exclaimed as they took pictures of a giant eye that was on a dial.-Can we buy it?-

-Uh... I think you'd better not touch...-he saw that his parents were already touching It.-Oh, you're touching it-he said trying not to puke at the gross situation he actually found himself on

-It's an amazing eye! Isn't it?-shouted someone behind them

-WHAT ARE...-Marco stopped himself before finishing screaming "what are you doing here" remembering that his parents were there.-I mean, why are you here? I thought you were with your uncle, Mabel-

-Oh, well... you know... I'm here to meet your parents, nothing pretty special-the girl explained fiddling with her hair as she got closer to the adults in the room.-So, you're Marco's parents, aren't you?-

-Sure we are!-exclaimed Mr. Diaz with a cheerful smile.-Who might you be?-

-Oh, I'm Dipper's twin, Mabel... you have a weird accent! Amazing!-

-Oh, that's because I'm Mexican-

-Oh, really? I'm from Europe too!-She exclaimed with a giggle getting closer to Marco.-So, honey, did you tell them about us?-

The teen opened his eyes as wide as he could before screaming a big "whaaaa?" completely shocked by the situation. And for summing up, his parents didn't dislike the idea of him and the girl dating... in fact, they felt happy their kid was finally moving on. So, they tried to help.

-Oh, now I see what you were so insistent about coming to this place, Marco...-commented his mother with a smirk

-I'm so happy to see you're with this pretty girl!-added his father

-Oh, oh! Have you heard that? They think I'm pretty!-exclaimed Mabel happily as her parents-in-law accepted her with their arms open

Suddenly, everyone in the room was laughing and giggling... everyone but Marco who just stared at the situation he was in and face palmed himself mentally. Now, he had to explain to everyone that Mabel wasn't his girlfriend... great! Just great! He was the luckiest guy ever indeed!

-Good afternoon, everyone-exclaimed Stan getting into the room followed by an ashamed Dipper. The old man was wearing a tuxedo and an eye patch, though he obviously didn't need it. He was also wearing a weird red hat with a yellow symbol on it. In fact, he was wearing just the same clothes that Soos wore. Instead of someone serious, he seemed like some kind of old and crazy country singer wearing a suit. There was no way Marco's parents were ever going to let him stay with...

-What an amazing suit!-exclaimed Angie running to inspect it from a closer distance

-Dipper!-called Marco pointing to Mabel with a desperate look that always begged for help

-Mabel! There you were! I was just looking for you...-he said grabbing his sister's hand.-We have a situation and I need your help-

-Can't it wait for later? I was just speaking to my parents-in-law!-

-No, no... It's really serious, Mabel. Trust me, what do you think? That I'd just get rid of you so Marco can breathe?-he asked ironically while he laughed nervously

-Ow... ok, see you later, hootie!-the brown-haired girl said before leaving with her brother

After she finally left, Marco sighed relieved. Until he turned around to find his parents trying to buy everything inside the gift shop. They were just so amazed by every little thing, didn't matter how fake it actually looked like! They wanted to buy an eye, a hat that was pretty similar to Dipper's, two t-shirts that had question marks on them (they actually wanted to buy three of those shirts, one for Marco, but the teen obviously refused), some books with weird symbols on them, a creepy hand and a skull.

Decided to stop them, Marco coughed loudly.-So... weren't you guys here to talk to Stanley Pines?-

-Oh, you're right, Marco!-his mother said, realizing that they were forgetting the point of their meeting.-So, Mr. Pines... We need to talk to you about something you should know if you're going to take care of our son-

-Eh, I thought he was 18-

-Yeah...-Mr. Diaz agreed, but then continued with the explanation.-But he's going through some kind of a post-breakup depression-

-Post-breakup depression?-Stan looked at Marco, who just rolled his eyes, and started to laugh.-You're depressive because a girl broke up with you?! Just because of that?! Really?-he asked between an annoying laugh that was making the teen feel like a real loser... even if he wasn't mad at him... maybe he did miss being treated in that way after all.

-It's serious, Mr. Pines-continued his mother

-If you ask me, I think he'll get over it! He's a man, isn't he? Wait until he finds another girl and that's it!-Stan opined trying to stop his laughter

-It's not a normal case of breaking up... eh... we're not really sure about how it all happened...-

-Yeah, we didn't even know they were a couple... I mean, we suspected but we didn't have any proves-

While his parents were talking, Marco just decided to look away. Suddenly, those stupid and fake things in the shack seemed extremely interesting for the teen's eyes. So, he just decided to walk around the room, looking at everything, trying hard not to listen. He hated how everyone thought he was depressive... he wasn't it! It wasn't because of depression that he acted weird those times... it all had a logical explanation but they wouldn't understand it, of course. No one would. His parents said just the right thing, just what everyone said every time they talked about his relationship with Star "we didn't know they were a couple, we just suspected". That's it.

Yeah, he was sad; he missed her with all his heart. But it wasn't depression, or guilt... he just felt alone. He finally found himself without a best friend, without a lover, without a confident. Maybe that was why everyone thought he was depressive, not only for those moments that are better not to remember... it was because he'd rather be alone all the time.

-So, your son fell in love so badly with a girl that he's depressive and you didn't know they were a couple...-reposed Stan making the Diaz feel guilty.-Or maybe it was his first girlfriend and he internally thinks that he won't be able to get any other girl ever again...-he inspected the teen.-Yeah, that must be it-

-Uh, Mr. Pines, his psychologist advised us to never mention this... "episode"-Angie muttered.-So, he'll recover sooner... but if he ever acts in a weird way, you'd better call us... or tell him to drink this pills-she gave a bottle with red pills to the man.-He'd never drunk them... but I don't know, just in case...-

Marco sank his head in his hands. He couldn't believe they had given that old guy those pills... he just couldn't believe it! They were useless; he'd never taken them because of that. The problem he had wasn't going to be solved by that pill... though it may be solved by staying in Gravity Falls... or at least that was what he promised.

Flashback (part 1)

Marco hated bets and deals. He only used to make them with Star; because, well, they were friends... it doesn't count if it's with friends or family... but making a deal with a dream demon sounded extremely out of his own comprehension. The Latino boy still couldn't understand how it happened... he even wished it had only been a dream. But no, it wasn't just a dream. And he wasn't sure of it only because of the fact that he was holding a paper given by the demon, it was also because he always seemed too conscious in those dreams.

He looked at his hand with guilt and sadness. It had a golden paper in form of triangle.

"Hey, Mole, here's a clue: JUDYLWB IDOOV, 12-15-15-11 6-15-18 20-8-6 16-9-14-5-19 6-1-13-9-12-25"

What did those numbers and letters mean? He had been the whole morning trying not to pay attention to that paper. Trying to avoid it... trying not to sort the code out. But he failed to... every time he stared at it his curiosity was bigger. Sure, every letter and number represented one letter in the alphabet because there wasn't any number bigger than 26, which are all the letters in...

No! He wasn't going to do it... He'd seen enough movies and read enough books to know that making a deal with a demon wasn't the answer. As he walked in circles inside his room, trying to make up his mind about what to do, his parents knocked in his door.

-Marco? Son? Is everything ok? You haven't come to eat!-exclaimed his father from the other side of the door

The teen looked at a clock that was on his room. It was lunch time and he hadn't come down stairs. He sighed, realizing that he was so focused on his predicament that he forgot about breakfast and lunch. He didn't even feel hungry in fact...

-Oh, I'll eat something later!-he exclaimed back

-Marco, you have to eat!-said his mother

Oh, excellent, what he less needed in that moment was his parents worrying about him. Though he knew they were doing it just to make him feel better... it didn't work. Maybe the first week, but the second week was already tiring. They were indeed afraid of him breaking down, but treating him as if he was about to do it wasn't going to help him at all.

-The food is gonna get burned if you don't come!-

-Mom, I'm ok! I just...-he suddenly stopped as an idea came to him

He wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of the paper beside him all the time... he needed to get rid of it, in other words, he had to burn it!

-That's it!-he exclaimed smiling and opening the door

-Oh, you're hungry; do you want something to eat?-

Oh, yeah, he completely forgot about his parents hounding him every second!

-I'm perfectly fine, mom-he said calmly.-I just have to go somewhere-

-Where?-

-It doesn't matter where, dad... it's just a place, I need to walk-

-Marco, you have to eat something, look... we know you miss Star, we understand, but...-

-NO, YOU DON'T!-He shouted angrily with a few tears on his face.-No one does! So, stop trying!-he screamed with a frown walking away from them, from the house and going somewhere so he could burn that little piece of paper without anyone thinking he was trying to kill himself

After some minutes of walking, and ignoring every person who greeted him with a worried expression on its face, Marco reached a park, a pretty and large park where he and Star used to go almost every week.

He looked for a place with no one near, took the paper and a lighter that he used to turn on the oven to bake nachos.

-The deal is over, Bill-he tried to turn the paper on, let it burn and ran away as fast as he could to apologize to his parents, but that wasn't what happened. In fact, nothing happened. The paper just couldn't turn on fire.-What is wrong with this thing?!-Asked Marco losing his patience as he tried to turn it on for the 25th time.-Why can't you just... burn up?-

-Oh, Mole...-commented a familiar voice behind him

Without even turning around, Marco noticed how everything around him just turned darker, how everything seemed stopped for a second, how everything seemed in the border of breaking down.

-You can't break a deal with me that easily-said the voice again

Marco swallowed hard, before turning to see the demon that was terrifying his sleeps: Bill Cipher. A yellow, one-eyed triangle with a black hat and a bowtie was standing right behind him. He didn't seem happy, though he didn't have a mouth, but he could see a frown on his only eye.

-I won't do it, Bill! I can't be a... a "mole" for a group of innocent people!-the triangle started to float around him, as if he was inspecting the boy, so Marco tried to follow him with his gaze.-I miss Star, and I wish I could help her, but... I won't help her by doing a deal with a creepy demon-Bill didn't seem to be listening yet.-What do you need to break the deal?-

-Oh, poor boy... you think I'm just gonna give you the way out of this... there's no way to break this deal with me... the only way out is if you give me what I want... trust me, don't make me obligate you to make it-

-I won't do it! I won't be a thief!-Marco exclaimed pointing at him

-Fine... if you wanna break the deal... give me a puppet-

-A... a puppet?-asked the teen confused

-Everyone loves puppets! I bet you can help me-

-I won't steal it-

-No, no... You won't have to steal anything, I'm talking about one of those puppets you have in your room... the ones you make with Star-the triangle extended his hand to him, with a blue fire coming from it.-Deal?-

The kid sighed.-Deal-he said shaking hands with It.-So, which puppet do you want to free me?-

-Oh, Mole... you've got no idea how free you're gonna be... NOW-he said with a creepy voice

Everything from there happened really fast. Marco couldn't remember exactly how it happened. He only saw Bill taking his hand and pulling it to one side, as if he wanted to knock him to the ground... and as soon as he did it, Marco suddenly felt less... heavy. He felt as if he didn't have to carry anything, no bags, no paper, no hoodie... no body.

-What's going on?!-he asked as he saw himself, he seemed extremely transparent, as if he had suddenly turned into a...-I'm a ghost!-

-Welcome to the mindscape kid!-said a voice that was coming from... his body?

The terror inside Marco as he saw his own body standing up from the ground without him on it only got worse when he realized that his eyes didn't look the same anymore. His face transformed with a wide and scary smile.-Isn't it awesome, Mole? Now, you're my puppet!-Laughed Bill using Marco's body.-Oh, gosh, that trick always works-

-Wh-what's happening? What did you do?!-

-Easy, you gave my your body in change of breaking our deal-

-WHAT?! But... but... you didn't say that! You wanted a puppet! Give me my body back!-

-Mole, you're my puppet now and the only way to get it back is if you do our deal, and in record time! You'll have to sort the cryptogram out and find the perfect excuse to go to the place where you have to go to do your job-he said pointing at him.-Unless, you want to stay as a ghost forever... don't get me wrong... I actually enjoy human bodies... oh, look at that...-he said touching his arms.-You've got muscles... I always wondered what I could actually do with the body of someone who was able to conquer one of the most beautiful princesses in the Universe!-He laughed.-I can karate!-he screamed kicking a tree and breaking it in the half

-I... I am 100% sure I couldn't do that-mumbled Marco with a stunned look

-Pain is hilarious!-Bill exclaimed laughing again.-Oh, I really fooled you, Mole! Now, let's ruin your life! Race to your house!-the diabolic triangle screamed as he threw himself to the ground and started to roll all the way down the parks down the streets

-No! Stop it!-Marco said uselessly as he started to follow him, not by feet, not by car, he realized that the only way to follow him was floating

End of flashback

-So... if he becomes crazy, these pills should help? Can I use them in someone else? Sometimes Dipper and Mabel are too loud...-commented Stan

-Eh, no? These are just for Marco, just in case he presents some... levels of schizophrenia-his mother explained lowing her voice again

-Schizophrenia? Is that a word?-

Marco laughed.-Oh, Mr. Pines, you're hilarious!-he exclaimed.-Well, now I think that's it, right? Remember the deal with the Butterflys?-the teen asked to his parents, who sadly nodded

-Deal with the "butterflies"? Should I give him the pills now?-questioned Uncle Ford with a smirk

-No, not yet... ok, Marco, we trust you-Mrs. Diaz said trying to do her best not to deny his son the trust he actually deserved.-And if anything happens, Mr. Pines, please tell us-

-Eh, sure, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, your brokenhearted kid will be even better than what you imagine!-

And with some hugs and a few more "take care" and "be cautious", the Diaz finally left the shack with his son inside. They always felt kind of guilty for their son. They had so many exchange students that they never imagined that Star Butterfly would be the big difference. Of course, she was the one who stayed the most... and to be honest, they didn't know half of the places Marco and Star went to... but they never imagined that if Star left something so horrible would happen to their kid.

Maybe they should have paid more attention to them; perhaps they shouldn't have accepted so many exchange students to start. They should have been more careful about their son! Not about a bunch of strangers who sooner or later would leave... and even if Marco had always acted mature, sometimes even more mature than themselves, they should have known that he had needs too.

-I just don't know if I'm doing the right thing...-muttered Angie as she walked away.-It's like we're in the middle of something, honey... In the middle of the story, and I don't know if what comes would be better or worse-

-Let's just hope the best, okay?-

-Schizophrenia, huh?-asked Stan Pines to Marco

-Long story... but I know something: I won't need that pills, because I'm not crazy, so get rid of them-

-Sorry, kid, but I promised it to your parents... so, depression because of a girl?-he laughed at him.-What was her? A princess?-he continued laughing as loud as he could, so Marco rolled his eyes and went to the living room of the shack. But when he opened the door to get into the non-public part of the shack, he found himself staring at Dipper.

-You've listened, haven't you?-

The brown-haired boy rubbed his hair nervously.-Sort of... I didn't understand everything-

The Latino teen folded his arms.-Fine, we made a deal, I'll tell you everything you need and you'll give me the key ring back-

-Alright...-he took the key ring in form of a broken star.-This... this was from that girl, right?-

-Kind of... She has the other half. I went to a special house so it could be made; I did it for her 16th birthday party-

-Woah... you were really in love with her, weren't you?-

Marco sighed. It was a promise, he had to tell the truth.-No, I wasn't in love with her... I love her-

-And... Do you know why she broke up with you? I mean, she was in love with someone else, or...?-

-She used to be a foreign exchange student who lived with us... she was my best friend, typical cliché. She had to come back to his home, which was obvious. We never were an official couple, you know? But it did feel like a break up the day she left-

-Well, that's... interesting...-Dipper opined, he didn't know why, but there was something a bit off about that story. It seemed like there were thousands of details that he wasn't saying, but he didn't want to pressure him.-And... Why do your parents think you're in a depression?-

Marco sighed, this time exhausted, as if he was trying to remember something really hard.-I... by mistake, of course... you could even say that I was in some kind of... trance... I can tell you that the one in my body that time didn't seem like... myself... so, it won't happen again... but I... I... kind of tried to hurt myself-he confessed looking down to the floor

-Hurt yourself in which way?-

-Do I really need to tell you details?-he asked this time with a begging look in his eyes

-No, of course...-Dipper reposed trying to process the information he had just received, and giving the key ring back to Marco.-Can I see a picture of the girl?-

-I don't have any with me... and I really want to try to forget her, so, can we try not to talk about her? Please...-

-Sure, I mean, of course... I... I... its fine, so, do you wanna see your room?-

-Sounds like a good idea and... Dipper?-

-Yeah?-

-Thank you for helping and... Well, for trusting me-

Dipper smiled.-Oh, never mind, I've trusted in worst things... like the worst creatures you can even imagine!-he chuckled before looking down sadly, no one believed his stories or was interesting, he was definitely considered as a freak.-But they sound completely illogical, of course-

-Are you kidding? They sound really amazing; you should absolutely tell me some-

-Oh, really?-

-Sure, buddy-

-Oh, well... what about that one time in which I made a videogame come alive?-

-That sounds awesome!-

It was nice to forget about everything for one second. Including the real story why his parents thought he was depressive. Let's just say that he wasn't indeed himself in that moment.

Hello again, guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! And my first flashback was in this one too! So, now you know more about this deal that Marco and Bill made... There's still another part from the flashback, but if I had written it here, this chapter would have been way longer... so, it will be the beginning from the next chapter :D

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