"Finally!" Howard yells and with vigor he keeps in step with Randy until half a minute later. "Wait…ugh let's just walk there. Not like the place isn't leaving or anything."

"I guess." Randy says before his eyes widen, "Let's go eat something for maximum barfage."

"Uh Cunningham, not to toot my own horn. Ha toot, but I kind of already ate seconds."

"Sooo you aren't ready for round three?" He quirks his eyebrow, usually Howard would be up for more food.

"Hm. What's the answer I'm thinking of," he taps his finger against his chin, "oh right, honkin yes! Come on, there's this hot dog stand like behind the Wonder Falls ride that lets you put everything on it. Everything."

"Even sprinkles with frosting?" Randy inquires, he would love something savory and sweet.

"Duh, with frosting, and those mini cinnamon apples." Howard puts his fingers by his lips, gesturing a kiss he seen chefs on TV do, "Delish."

Just imagining the food right now makes his stomach rumble, and he looks at his friend. They backtrack to go to the famed stand, not wasting a second to get there. There wasn't a line and the two ordered their single hot dog. Howard got a mini apple cinnamon with hot chocolate, and sour gummy worms while Randy got his frosting and sprinkles. He has to admit, his dog looks like some cake sneezed all the frosting off, and it landed on a perfectly cooked hot dog. He even ignored the fact that a roboape served him the food, even though he's been eyeing them with suspicion the whole time they were there.

Just as Randy was about to take a bite out of his rare treat, Dave came out running and screaming.

Howard looked at Randy and he looked at his friend. "It's probably nothing," his friend shrugs. "Now eat your dog and let's go get our faces on the Wall of Fame." He even gave a large grin, as he started walking to where the Spinner 9000 is.

Randy stayed put and looked morosely in the direction Dave came from, and the direction his friend is going. He turns around and starts walking where Dave ran from.

"Now just wait a second Cunningham! You can't seriously be thinking about doing you know what." Howard said, looking over at the roboape. "I mean seriously, no one else is fleeing, so I'm sure nothing bad has happened."

"Howard chill. If it's nothing, then we still have the rest of the night to get to the Spinner. Not like it's going to walk on two legs and get away from us. If it's something, I'll take care of it." He waves off his friend's concern as they walk away from the stand to behind the haunted house.

"I swear Cunningham," he grumbles under his breath, "I can't take you anywhere."

"Yeah yeah," he rolls his eyes, "same to you buddy. Anyway I got to Bun out."

"Oh my god, seriously that's honkin lame and you know it." Howard says as Randy transforms from behind a trashcan.

"You only think it is because you didn't come up with it first." Hidden sticks his tongue out before handing Howard his hot dog. "It better be there when I get back," he says before racing off to find the disturbance.

It isn't like Dave to call something fake, and he doesn't have to get on top of the rides. It's unnecessary, and he's in enemy territory. Not like anyone is going to apprehend him, maybe a fight, but he thinks most apes won't do that. They have a job to do, and like half of everyone there is wearing a costume. Someone is bound to wear something superhero themed, mostly Phoenix costumes, but he liked to think his store bought costume isn't lame.

He wonders if someone is stank'd or if there is some kind of robot attack. He really wishes that he went to find Dave, so he can find out what freaked the guy out. Oh well live and learn.

'You do realize that your job is going to be harder in locating the akuma.' Nommi dryly states and Hidden figures that he is taking this out of proportion. 'No I'm not; someone is harassing people, and you won't know unless you actually fight,' Nommi replied.

"Right like I can't find a akuma with all these people," Hidden says under his breath before he realized something. "Ooooh."

'Yeah ooooh. Thought that one through didn't you.'

'The sass is strong in this one. Is it because I said Bun out?'

'It doesn't matter what I think, but you should seriously pay attention. Someone's screaming, and if you haven't noticed, people are running. Looks like there are doubles everywhere.'

Huh. Looks like his kwami was right, even though Hidden cannot settle on the fact Nommi can apparently see what's going on 'outside.' Nommi always manages to surprise him even to this day.

"Might want to stick to the text." He mutters under his breath as he goes behind an attraction, and puts his back to it.

He pops his head out, surveying the area, there are a lot of people are wearing costumes are running, but he notices one person walking menacingly toward the birthday boy. Hidden bites on his cheek to stop himself from sniggering, the guy is completely ridiculous. He appears to be around eight feet, willowy, dark green hair, and wearing a shimmering grey bodysuit. This guy looks like some kind of grey colored daikon.

Getting over how ridiculous the akuma's outfit is, he notices that there is some kind of cube in the guy's hand. The cube appears to be reflected, but the pulsing dark green from the surface causes him some concern. With that, Hidden bounds toward Juggo, it would suck to get hit on his birthday. Poor guy doesn't deserve getting attacked, and it looks like he is the akuma's target.

Hidden wonders what Juggo could have done to piss off someone he personally invited. The clown loving student does not deserve that, even though he does have a small mean bone in his body. It's not like Juggo would actually go out of his way to antagonize someone.

Shaking those thoughts away, Hidden manage to snatch the cowering student—who could have got away from the wall, but who's he to judge—and put him behind one of the attractions.

"Just run," Hidden orders. He hopes that Juggo has enough sense to not stick around behind a rollercoaster where the akuma can see him.

"But he," Juggo halts his protests, noticing the look Hidden gave before he jumps to face Mr. Spandex.

He doesn't have time to make sure that Juggo will be alright. He needs to neutralize the akuma, make sure he doesn't destroy the whole park, call off the party, and keep him contained in one area. There is no guarantee that Phoenix is going to show up, so it's up to him to defeat the akuma before he does anything else.

"Any reason why you're trashing a bruce b-day party before I kick you into November?" Hidden taunts, getting his sword out and rushing toward the tall figure.

"Get out of my way!" The akuma yells, lifting the reflecting box, and tries to side step out of the way. The sword clips his leg. He winces, but doesn't say anything. Hidden notices that the outfit isn't torn.

The akuma mutters something under his breath, and he seems to ignore him.

Puzzled by his behavior, Hidden decides to jump the guy. Not heroic, but he can deal with it. Just as Hidden jumped to reach the akuma's shoulder, the strangely dressed guy turns around, and smacks him out of the way.

Hidden lands on his feet and cranes his head up, noticing that the akuma's eyes are flickering between green and amber. "Shut up! God! I get it…I want my revenge first. Give and take you know…fine. He'll get it my way. Not to mention fun…No one can run from their negativity." The akuma's eyes finally settled to amber.

The akuma's face splits, giving him a feral smirk. "It's only polite to introduce yourself first. I'm Mirage, and this," he extends his mirror-like cube, "is your demise."

He notes the foreboding words, but he could honestly care less. What is important is that he doesn't get hit by it, most things from the akumas are not what they appear to be. He crouches before jumping to the side as the dark green smoke completely covers the box. The smoke shoots out of the box, and Hidden avoids it. He runs in case Mirage plans on firing at him again. He ends up halfway to the merry-go-round that is next to the rollercoaster, and turns around.

"Ha," he gloats. He notices that the box isn't filled completely with dark green, in fact, it's slowly being filled up. Some attack that was.

He takes the time to bolt to the tall willowy fellow, sword extended as he prepares to strike at him.

Watch out! Nommi's red text pops out from the corner of his eye, and he notices something come from that side of his peripheral vision. The dark green smoke seemed to not stop once it hit the floor.

The smoke hits him after a second he became aware of it.

The dark green smoke hits his body, and the one feeling Hidden gets is the itching. Head to toe there is a prickling sensation before it becomes burning. Hidden curls in himself, digging his nails into his suit, trying to find some kind of way to relieve himself. He doesn't know how long he was like that, but the burning sensation ebbs away to nothing.

He opens his eyes—when did he close them—and surveys his surroundings. Mirage is still there, his back is to him as he is off to get Juggo, and he notices something peculiar. The smoke that hit him is right in front of him, becoming sludge like. It is bubbling up, forming legs, a torso, arms, neck, and face. A replica of himself.

The only words he has is, "What the juice?!"

"Oh, here I thought you would be…preoccupied a little longer." Mirage turns his head, and Hidden imagines he would raise an eyebrow if he had one.

"Seriously this is wonked up. What did you do?" Hidden points to his replica, pointing his sword at it.

The replica frowns and flicks the tip of the sword. "What did you do to me?" It mocks. "That's what you sound like. Stop being a little stereotypical bitch by asking those kind of questions Mr. Original. Also, heads up master," the thing spits out, "you look like a deformed Horrifying creature."

"Do I seriously sound like that? What, no, seriously what the juice is going on?!" He took a step back from the thing, ignoring most of the words coming from the double. He watched one too many horror films, and he does not want anything to do with the thing.

He could get eaten like one of the movies, and no one figures out that he's gone and some clone just replaced him. The other alternative is just identity theft, and normally this wouldn't be a problem; if Replica goes around as Hidden destroying stuff, his good name will be tarnished. He doesn't know what is better, the fact that whatever Mirage did only copied his outward current appearance who could potentially ruin his name, or that Replica didn't turn into Randy thus giving out his real identity.

"I would assume that that you would know what happened." Mirage dryly states.

"Spell it out to him, the guy isn't the sharpest pickax in the bunch." Replica comments, it stretches its arms.

"Who says that anymore?"

"I bring out the worst in people with their own face. Poetic justice if you will. Now if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be. This will teach him for ditching my gift," Mirage mutters under his breath. "Hey! Keep ears busy why don't cha."

"What so your thin ass can try to intimidate someone dressed in a stupid robe? Hell that reason is fucking dumb…why the heck not. Not like I don't want to have fun or anything." Replica put's its hands behind it's head. It mutters, "Gonna have fun talking to Original here."

Hidden thinks he saw Mirage frown and his face take on a blue tinge. He couldn't accurately observe it, as his Replica came at him.

It's disorienting to fight yourself, and Nommi keeps writing comments at him. Things like "duck," "jump," "slash the pretzel stand," and "behind you" were a failure. The Replica struck low when his kwami's helpful comment about squatting from a horizontal slash to the chest quickly went into a vertical slash downward. He had to jump back or raise his sword to keep himself from getting anything important cut off.

"Bunny stop jumping away, and let me hit that cottontail." Replica taunts as it strikes low as the hero clenches his jaw.

He will say that avoiding a sword to the face is difficult when you are crouching on the ground. Not the best leverage there is, but it is easy to make someone topple over. The first time that happened, Hidden swiped his leg against the back of the other's knee. His Replica toppled to the side as his shoulder hit the ground, and he rolled away.

"Looks like you always love to make someone go down." The Replica spits out as it stabs its sword in the ground.

He took the time to turn around and run toward the akuma, he cannot deal with some fake when a guy is creating copies of everyone who gets in his way. The hero should have been paying attention, at least keeping his double in his peripheral sight before attempting to leave. He is thankful that he has Nommi because the small kwami managed to write down, "jump," just as he was going to be stabbed in the back. As Hidden was about to jump forward when the Replica tried point downward, like he was jumping forward instead of backward.

'That was close,' he thought as he managed to get behind the other, and took Nommi's advice to destroy a stand by slicing off a pole holding an umbrella on a pretzel stand. The comment was directly in front of him, as he moved backward to slash the metal off. The Replica managed to get away from him, faking like it was standing still before back flipping away as he was about to slice the pole.

Something is seriously wrong with today, usually he wouldn't have much trouble, and the pretender isn't even that good at trying to stop him. Most of its attempts to either skewer him or take off a few limbs ended in failure, but whenever he was about to get close or avoid it the thing just does something else.

It isn't until the written comment of "behind you" did everything click into place. Hidden's eyes widen from the other's actions, 'The copy can read Nommi's words, but he can't read my moves.' He narrows his eyes, 'Next time, write something out. I got a plan.'

'You do realize he could hear you think.' Nommi comments as Hidden uses the edge of his sword to go against the other's edge. The scratching sound of metal is annoying, but tolerable as he forces the sword to go off to the right before kicking his double in the chest.

He turns around to go in the direction where Mirage went, and for the second time Nommi wrote out that he has to duck. He spins on his heel, brings his blade down before going upward, capturing the other. He lifts his arms over his head and proceeds to kick the Replica in its genitalia area. "Well looks like it is a he," he quips as the other goes down hard.

"Mother." The Replica gasps, "That was below the belt, a total dick move. No wonder no one wants to spend time around you in middle school. Fuck." The double drops his blade as his knees shakes, and is barely standing up in a fetal position. "Such a Debbie Downer, not like Debbie, at least she doesn't have a shtick for being a defensive. 'Oh how are you feeling Randy?' 'Stop asking and eat those crayons like you did in third grade.'"

That comment hurts, but Hidden went straight at his double and sliced it in from the left shoulder to the torso. Green smoke came bursting from the wound and he exploded into dark green smoke. He managed to head toward where the party is at, figuring that he would head to the tables because Juggo would warn everyone else about some guy destroying his party. At least, he hopes so.

People tend to try to save themselves first, and worry about others later. This makes his job a whole lot harder than it has to be. At least in Norrisville he has a rough idea where to go, the school isn't that big. Hidden has taken to grabbing rails as he swings or jumps across attractions, taking a bird's eye view of everything down below. If he could spot anything out of ordinary, he can find the rough direction of Mirage. Just go the opposite way of people, and hope that Juggo does not go over where his parents rented for the birthday party.

He doesn't know what he'll do if Mirage managed to get to the other areas of Whoopie World. Hidden stops on top of a medium sized hill, and concentrates on his sight and hearing. His hearing sharpens first, and there is a loud noise coming up ahead to the left. Lots of shouting in the direction, and he is on his way.

Hidden runs, and gets closer to the panicking shouts. He expects to see Mirage—one of the creepiest akumas that doesn't include Howard's akuma form—but his eyes are instantly drawn to the sound of blade clashing blade. Hidden gulps, stopping, and contemplates continuing his search for Mirage or assisting the problem in front of him.

There are two Phoenixes and he does not want to get in that fight. There is a chance that defeating Mirage all the duplicates—who sound and look exactly like the originals—will disappear. He could chase after the main bad guy, and ignore the two fighting heroes. Not the best plan because Phoenix—the real one—would have a better idea of where Mirage is at. He's just thankful that his partner is here, thank whoever took him to Whoopie World.

"Hey Phoenix!" Hidden yells without tack and the two heroes crossing their wings continue to fight. He sighs in frustration and decides to break it up.

The two heroes are literally on the tracks of a roller coaster—it's not the safest place to fight, but tactical in Phoenix's case, swinging around if he ever actually fell—and he jumps high. His hand grabs a rail, and he hauls himself up before carefully getting over there. That is until he feels that the bottom of his feet is sticking to the rail, 'Cool,' he thought as he runs toward the two.

One of the Phoenixes—the one whose back isn't facing him—brightens when he spots him. One of the feathers extends off to the side, and the second Phoenix sends his own to make sure that feather isn't embedded into the metal rail. When the second Phoenix did that, the first fired another to the opposite side, and he swings himself toward him. Phoenix One's feather is released from the rail as he propels himself in the air before touching down to the rail.

"Hidden! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Phoenix One says as he puts his upper arm with his left hand, the wing is not going to strike at him, but Hidden still tenses up. Phoenix Two turns around to glare at them, "Help me beat this copycat. We're too similar. I was thinking about using that." Phoenix One winks and Hidden's face pales.

"What the hell?! You crazy pyromaniac get away from my partner!" Phoenix Two shouts, walking menacingly toward them before faltering. His eyes lock with Hidden's. "You got to believe me man. I'm the real me. Wait. That sounds weird."

Hidden jumps to the other rail, looking wearily at the two of them. Phoenix One's eyes flash with hurt while Phoenix Two's eyes are hopeful.

"You don't trust me?" Phoenix One asks, his voice soft and slightly cracking.

He isn't going to lie, his heart hurts, but he swallows down the pain. Trust is something big between him and Phoenix—the real one—and god his head is hurting. He sighs. He needs to focus.

"That's a good thing you pretender," Phoenix Two calls out as he readies another attack. Three feathers are already out and are in a circular motion.

"You are you copycat!" Phoenix One retorts and brings out his own feathers. The two are trying to slash at each other, and he sees some close hits on both accounts.

Hidden takes his sword off his back and gets in a stance. He focuses on improving his eyesight to see what miniscule thing the stank smoke didn't copy.

Phoenix One and Two are everywhere, their feathers striking random places when one manages to hit the actual blade part to make the thing off kilter. He notices that Phoenix Two jumps to the Spinner, away from Phoenix One and him. Phoenix One was hesitant to go after the guy, looking back before having to dodge a fury of feathers.

Phoenix One got close to him, grabbed his waist, and shot four feathers down to the opposite side of Phoenix Two on the Spinner. Hidden did not let his grip on his sword loosen, and clenched it when he feels Phoenix One's hand slip to his hip, and his palm touches his ass. The two land on the attraction, and Phoenix One's hand brushes against his backside.

"Hidden, let's beat this guy together." Phoenix One whispers as he ignores Phoenix Two's huffing.

"Step away from my partner! Hidden, just go after Mirage, I'll take care of him," Phoenix Two calls out indigently.

Hidden glances between the two. The one who was just yelling was already ready to fight, and the one beside him is keeping his attention on him. He realizes something; Phoenix wouldn't act like he needed help. His concern was with taking out the akuma then helping the civilians, both pretty high, but he covers the one Phoenix lacks the most at a given moment.

'He's Phoenix's flirty personality,' the thought hit him suddenly. His next thought is, 'He flirts with guys.'

"Sorry," Hidden mutters and turns around with his sword raised. He was about to cut the fake, when he bends down, and narrowly avoids the blade and a few feathers.

"Red don't be like this. Stick around. I'm a whole lot better than that sad sack of bones there." Phoenix says as he blocks another swing of his sword with his wing. "You and I can go somewhere together. I won't do anything my master says if you're by my side Red."

"Tempting as that offer is, I got to say no." Hidden said as a feather comes from behind him, and hits the pretender's side.

Green smoke comes from the wound and the fake is deteriorating fast. His opponent's face is one of shock and fear, and before he disappeared he gave out a cry, "Cursed Flames!"

The wing is aimed at Phoenix, and he can feel how hot the fire was. Like running ten laps around Norrisville at noon in the middle of summer. Hidden's eyes widen, and he turns around, hoping that Phoenix dodged. He didn't.

A cry is stuck in his throat as the blue flames hit him, and the surrounding the area. The only thing he did was put his right arm to cover his face, the wing covering his exposed skin as he tried to get out of the way. He was about to call out Hidden Luck, there is bound to be something he can salvage. He can get him to the hospital, god his partner, his friend, burned or dead. With shaking legs he was about to call for his ability.

'He'll be alright.' Nommi interjects suddenly, and Hidden snaps.

"Alright? Alright! Phoenix is dead, Nommi, dead! My friend is dead or burning and screaming silently in agony, and the fire is getting hotter!" His voice is shrill, and he runs over there.

The fire is spreading fast, but he doesn't care. Someone who he trusts with his life is there, and he couldn't do anything. If he stopped the faker, if he just nicked him, none of this would have happened. His eyes are wet, he's about "Hi-" but the words are lodged in his mouth. He sees a figure walking out of the fire, not a care in the world. He isn't burned, or there is fire on him. He's just ambling out of there as the attraction is burning to the ground. Oh snap, the Spinner is burning to the ground, and they need to stop Mirage. This is not the time to cry.

Phoenix jumps down and Hidden follows him. He walks to Hidden an said, "Sooo, Mirage went that way." He points to the south. He started that off lamely, and he didn't know if it was because he was awkward with him thinking he didn't know who the fake was or the potential burned to death.

"Right." He curtly replies.

They jump on attractions, and hears brief screams. Well, they know where to go.

They turn their heads to each other. They go in that direction.

"We go in hard and fast right?" Hidden asks as they near the location where they heard the cacophony.

"Right. No need to get hit again." He said tersely.

"It sucked."

"You got hit?" He sounded surprised.

"Yeah, my guy knew where I would be. It was scary, like he read my mind." He would have said that he got some lip, but that would be redundant. He sort of gave that to him earlier, and did not want to mention it. Not one of his brightest moments in his life.

The conversation died there. They got to the spot, seeing the familiar tall grey spandex wearing akuma there. The two of them went their separate parts, if one of them fails to jump the akuma, the other can pick up the slack. Hidden notices the cube is slowly filling up with green. It was worse than maple dripping out of a maple tree in the middle of winter.

The two of them lock eyes, and Hidden points to himself then to the ground. He'll serve as the distraction while Phoenix takes aim to destroy the item. He jumps to the ground, close to three students—one Juggo—who are trying to get out of the way. Hidden takes a moment to catch his breath, before opening his mouth. "Fancy meeting you here again. Looks like your little box won't help you now."

"Are your eyes red? Can't handle the dark truth of yourself?" Mirage asks and Hidden stiffens.

Seriously, he asks about that. What a dick.

"Dude," Hidden starts as he walks in front of the teens. He wave his hand behind his back, and the teens leave. No one does, and Juggo struggles. "You cannot ask about that. You don't even have eyes, and even if you did, it wouldn't be that good."

He runs toward the guy, looks like the akuma cannot do anything. No stupid stank coming at him.

"Ah ah ah." The akuma tuts. "You don't want Juggo to get hurt, do you?"

Hidden turns around. The two students were holding Juggo hostage. "What the crow?!"

Seriously, he does not want to deal with these. Bringing out the worse of people. Apparently, his horrible trait is making bad comments—that he has been working on since he is Hidden Bun—and apparently Phoenix is a flirt. Learn something new every day. He glances at Mirage and Juggo. The cube is almost filled. If he deals with the Juggo problem—which isn't much of one because if you cut them with your nail they go up in smoke—Phoenix can take out the cube.

A good plan if he ever made one.

"Fine, you win Mirage." Hidden says in defeat, before pivoting on his heel to strike at the fake students.

For being fakes, they show a lot of fear. He hesitates, and decides to cut their arm instead of stabbing them. They become smoke slowly—just like Fake Phoenix—and Juggo's eyes were wide.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Why would he? He spent time trying to save the birthday boy. "No please citizen, get out asap."

Juggo swallows before nodding his head. He flees, and he turns around to glare at Mirage. Daring him to go after his target. Just as Mirage took a step toward Juggo, Hidden spots Phoenix aiming and firing the feathers. Two are imbedded in the cube.

The cube is a present apparently, and Hidden chases after the snake. He has a vendetta against the thing. God, it sucked to get hit by some kind of weird fraction of the Sorcerer's power. He looks back, and notices that Mirage is Greg. Besides that big reveal, there are some short screams, and green smoke dispersing into the air. He is thankfully that the two of them doesn't need to hunt down people, and meticulous find the fakes out of real people. It was a lot easier then dealing with Julian's monster seized spiders.

He sighs in relief before going up on the roller coaster where Phoenix is at.

The two of them need to talk.

End.

Phoenix stares at his hands. It's strange, looking at a mirror image of himself. Someone who shouldn't have existed, but he did. He did because one person managed to gain the power to take one aspect of yourself, make it a full personality of said trait—like a hidden id without no superego or ego to balance out—make it sound like you, and look like you. Transitioning from an it to a he, it was disturbing.

Horrifying really. It hurt when he noticed one student tormented by someone that sounded and look like her. At least the ninth grader told him what happened—him as Jacques, not as Phoenix—to try to keep everything together. How did he know that Mirage—apparently Greg—would screw him over.

He honestly didn't know what he was going to face. He thought it would be his stubbornness—he can be hardheaded at times. Can't drop issues, or pursue ideas where he knows it might crash and burn. He has to pull back most of the time, to not step on people's toes, but at times he has given his ideas in a nicer way. No, if he had to face his stubbornness personified, he doubts that he would listen to the person who literally gave him a body.

That is, if he actually knew what he was, it would have made things better. He had to deal with a flirting piece of shit who did not know when to stop. Laying it on thick, flirting with him, bringing up past crushes and the current. No respect and crass, he scowls behind his mask.

It was horrifying, but intriguing to see his double switched gears once he saw Hidden. He was less focused—intense, making comments that made him fuming after a while of fighting—and persuasive. He laid it down too sweet, and wasn't focused in the fight, especially after one cut it takes about a minute for him to "die." He's pissed of how that fake treated his partner, but also fearful of how Hidden would act. He knows that a chunk of the States only accept heterosexual or heteroromantic relationships; that people are shamed for what they are, but some are open about who they love, that trait he really admires.

He sighs, he was in shock about what that pretender did—he may have not gotten a good look, but he swore that he saw a hand on Hidden's ass—before snapping out of it. What he said—for his partner to go, and he'll deal with his problem—made him realize that he wasn't beside him. He managed to get a shot in the pretender, aiming for his unprotected side, and he felt pride. Pride that he defended Hidden's honor, but he was shocked that a copy managed to use those flames.

Well, Phoenix rubs his thumbs over his fingertips; he found out his suit is fireproof. Next time there is a burning building he can get in there with the fire fighters.

"Hey Phoenix, you okay?" Hidden said from behind him, and he doesn't bother to turn around. He continues to stare at his hands, and does not answer.

He feels some warmth behind him before hands wrap around his midsection. He leans back and sighs. 'Why is he doing this? Wasn't it weird for him to deal with someone who practically assaulted him?'

"You scared me," Hidden whispers as he tightens his grip, "God I thought you were dead or burned horribly. Or bleeding out from the third degree burns you got. I will seriously hate you if you did know about that."

"Hidden," he says, turning around to pats him on the back; he brushes under the sharp sword with his wing. "I didn't know about that. I swear. I was as scared as you were."'

His partner was silent for a moment, and he felt him tremble. He embraces Hidden and strokes the back of his head, just like his mother or sister did when he was upset.

"I do-n't want tha-at to happen again," the red head's voice cracks, and shakes. Tensing up and relaxing faster and faster.

He puts his head of his partner's shoulder, and Hidden burrows his head in the crook of his neck. He rubs one hand on the other's back, and another in his hair. He fingers the individual strands and occasionally tough the durable ears. He whispers, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm sticking to you like a bad tumor."

That made Hidden choke out a laugh, "I wo-ould be happy if you were a tumor. I wouldn't remove you."

"Who would want to remove me? I'm the best tumor around. Think you can get rid of me, think again." He says before he starts to hum low.

The two stay like that for who knows how long. Phoenix is just concerned about Hidden's health, he's amazed that he's just breaking down now. He feels his heartbeat slowing down instead of it being unsteady palpation, but he doesn't stop his comforting movements.

"Thanks," Hidden mumbles and he wonders if his lips are against the lower part of his mask.

'Not the time brain,' he chides.

"I needed this." Hidden signs giving him one final tight squeeze before gently releasing his hold.

He regretfully stops, and carefully takes his arm away from the other's back. The two stare at each other a few inches apart, and he notices how red Hidden's eyes are. He says, "That's fine."

The bunny hero wipes his eyes. "Just didn't think that that could happen you know. Close call even though we're heroes. Didn't think the suits could help us that much."

He was well aware about the consequences of their little activities can give them. Tennu made it clear in the beginning that anyone of them could get hurt. They may have magical suits, but it doesn't negate massive injuries or death. Then again, they could still be more that the two of them don't know about, maybe something in the BoK will tell them what each of them are capable of doing.

"Yeah. Don't even try to test it out, you'd give me a heart attack."

"I won't. You act like I have a death wish."

Sometimes, he does think that is true. From the look Hidden gives him, he got the gist of his thoughts.

"I hate seeing the people I care about get hurt. I hate being powerless. I hate not being able to do something when I think I can. I hate-" Hidden's eyebrows scrunch up and the words tumble out of his mouth like waves, and his arms are trembling again.

He cuts him off from another crying fit, sharing a personal story. "I know. I feel the same to. A long time ago I used to have this dog, his name was Benji. He was the greatest dog ever, my family had him ever since I was born. He was always with me, sharing most of the instances that I loved. He died when I was twelve. Still miss him because he was there when I didn't have friends who shared same interests. I mean, what I did, was off tangent of what I really wanted to do. Whenever I would come home, I would play with him always. The two of them would play Frisbee."

"Benji huh. He sounds awesome. I know he's happy wherever he's resting."

"I came to terms a long time ago. Things end, but as long as there is good memories, everything is going to be alright." He smiles, and realizes that Hidden can't see that. "I mean, I'm not the best at this. As long as we live the best of our abilities, do what we can, we can do anything."

"The cheese Phoenix. You're something else," Hidden rubs his eyes. "Sorry I've been on the edge for most of the day. My mirror self was a honking jerk, bringing up things I rather not think about. I was a horrible jerk before I became Hidden Bun. You just disappearing, was the breaking point."

Besides how touching that is, he needs to break the ice before things get back to the past. "I didn't know you were a jerk."

"You remember that one guy that is like a third of the stank attacks right?"

"You mean a little over half. Don't tell me you were like him." Oh jeez, he may like his partner, but even that is unbearable. A second Howard is exactly what's needed to break the Sorcerer out.

"Nah. Like dial that down back by like five and that's where I was. I got better."

"So you were like a secretly mean girl then."

Hidden bites back a grin. "Yeah. I had those moments."

"Don't we all?"

"True, rarely would ever confront the person with my problems, most of them dealt with the bullies."

No wonder he didn't say anything. There was a unspoken agreement universally that unless someone has a secret weapon against bullies, they don't say anything. Get the teacher on their side, or strip them of their popularity, and they are dust.

Too bad that can't happen with Bash.

"Anyway." Hidden says, "I want to say that I'm sorry for not telling the difference between you and him right away."

"Bun, you've been saying sorry too much."

Hidden rolls his eyes, "Don't call me that. I would apologize, but apparently being a decent human being is a bad thing. I just want to say, I don't care that you're gay, unless you're a massive perv. If so, I need to get you some help."

He tenses up. 'Shit, he knows about the crush. I am so screwed.'

Immediately the other hero backtracks, "I mean you can talk to me about it. Not everyone here is verbally accepting, you know being afraid that their friends might say something bad about others on the spectrum. If you need an ear, I got four. Maybe we can talk about which guy we find cute." He winks.

Phoenix is having a mental meltdown. This here is way better than he expected, and he notices he's been quiet for too long. "You're gay too?" Immediately saying those words, he face palms with his left hand.

Of course Hidden is gay, he literally just said that like two minutes ago. God, what is up with his mind today?

"Pan really. More attracted to personality, but they got to look somewhat decent." Hidden chuckles.

"Oh." He sighs. "That's nice, and I hope nobody discriminated against you. Those bigots are the worst."

"Kind of helps that my family is accepting toward this kind of thing. Dad's a bit worried whenever I bring some guy friends besides by best friend. I mean, parents become some kind of inquisitioner when someone comes to their house and-well, they're just curious." Hidden scrunches up his nose, and sighs. He then shrugs, "That's the way things are."

He knows that the shrug pertains to the sudden headaches or choke ups that have lessen during their time together. Still, he can't imagine how firm of a hold a kwami can have on his—or her—holder. Tennu did mention the bunny kwami is a bit temperamental, and he assumed he means controlling. It's happened some nights when they aren't on neutral topics like games or videos they watch, he learned Hidden watches his ChainFelz videos. He learned that Hidden would watch anything with a powerful—inspirational—message, which is one of the reasons why he likes art.

"I feel you. My parents do the same whenever they hear any news from me. Once they start, it's like they can't stop." Phoenix says and he heads off the tracks that he was sitting on.

It isn't safe to stay in one place for long, not to mention a McFist own theme park. They stay away from the cameras and the roboapes they'll be alright.

Hidden follows him. "Parents. Always asking questions, and can't take the hint."

'Especially when your parents are well known in your country. Everything you do, you're so called odd activities, which were just learning how to use a specialized camera and lighting.' Phoenix thought. He doesn't want to be an actor, he wants to be a director. 'But nooo, I'm young. I have potential. I went to all the camps, only reason I did was because I want to hopefully be a producer. Heck, I want to try to be a stagehand, but no. 'A Le Corre shouldn't be like that. What would people say about the family? It would ruin us!' Ha. More like broaden our horizons.'

Its nice to be away from his parents' expectations. Lonely, but satisfying. He is a new person here, and that he be whoever he wants.

"Yeah, but they always think they know what's best for us. We have to make our own mistakes and learn from them."

Hidden suddenly says, "Have I ever told you how wise you are? That right there, is being wise."

He smiles and shakes his head before realizing no one can see his embarrassment. "Thanks. You just know how to compliment a guy…hey, what exactly were you doing here? I was here with some friends trying to get to a few Halloween themed games not in this area."

"Oh snap." He turns around to see Hidden face palm. "My hot dog. I swear I'm going to kill my bro if he eats it. What am I saying? He totally ate it! I hope the hot dog stand is still open. I got to bail Phoenix, but you want to talk about anything call me. Well not anything, but you know. I got go save my food!" Hidden spazzes out before dropping to the ground and bolting away.

With Hidden left, Phoenix bellows out. God, classic Hidden.

He looks down to the milling students, trickling in from the hidden niches in the theme park. Panic became tranquility when the day is done. People's troubles are gone—at least the major ones—which is the finer points of being a hero. He's glad he was chosen as a hero. Protecting them from everything, but also, it's nice, seeing the different sides of people when they think they are interacting with a total stranger.

A/N: RIP Spinner. You guys better believe it that Randy and Howard are mourning the roller coaster's passing.

Thank god no one saw fake Phoenix grope Hidden.

Of course Randy mistakes his partner's flirting to be just him being in the closet. Not like he's trying to keep himself in check, like being forward. Also, F!Phoenix has game. Just a few minutes of existence, and he's on second base while Jacques hasn't even batted yet.

Mirage can give your vice/negative characteristic to you out in the open. If the story flowed what Past!Grey/Past!Lunar from the summer, the MCs would face second doubles. Randy's would have been hopelessness, and Jacques would have been stubbornness. I believe people can deal with their less than savory

Why is flirty Jacques/Phoenix bad? Keep in mind that he is still the new kid from another country. He doesn't want to wreck anything and isn't out of the closet. He is uncertain and afraid to tell a lot of people his orientation. He is concerned about his public image, has to maintain it, and he will tell some of his closets friends about it once he finds a way to talk about the spectrum to see how they react to others who don't fall under the "norms" of society. This also falls under HB because the two of them haven't really talked about others or people's relationships with them.