"You," Mason growled.
He grinned, "Hello, Mason and Mabel Gleeful."
"Who are you? How do you know us?" Mabel growled.
He giggled, "I'm Bill. My little brother told me about you, and what you had done to him. He... isn't exactly happy about what you did to him."
"He isn't? If you're talking about Will, he's a crybaby. He's an idiotic crybaby." Mason laughed, "You're probably either as equally as weak, or even weaker than him."
He smirked, "You don't want to know him when he's mad. You should leave him alone."
"Never! He's ours! Just because your his older brother, doesn't mean anything!" Mabel shouted.
He smiled, "Mabel Gleeful, if you do, then... I'll let you have that boy you so desperately want."
"Is that a deal? We already made a deal with Will. You're probably as bad as him," Mason snickered.
He grinned, holding his hand out, which was incased in blue flames, "Well? Is it a deal?"
"Of course," Mabel smiled.
He giggled, "You'll burn for what you did. In return, you're my slaves forever."
"Wait... WHAT?!" Both of the twins screamed.
A/N: I need ideas... - K.