"What do you mean I have to take him!?" Angrily, I scowl up at my mother and father seething as they sit opposite me. Purring, Ragdoll brushes against my side purring as he leaves, catching my fury as I see him wander into Tom's room.

"Now Michael…" Mum begins in her language as I scowl.

"Mum Dad Marco and I have been planning Mackie Hand for months. Why are you stopping me?" Irritated, I demand from them.

"I know but you also know your brother is a fan." Gently, mum points out as I glance to the creaked door finding my brother on his lonesome playing video games, hunched over as pleased, Ragdoll brushes against his leg, searching for affection with the withheld demon boy gives him.

"And they hate each other well my brother hates Marco." Calmly, I intervene trying to them to see why I didn't tell Tom…

"But you also know how lonely your brother is, he's in the same situation you were in. If that Ash girl hadn't come in who knows what would have happened…" Mum remarks as I scowl at the truth glancing to the side.

"Urgh what happened to his hang out with rich pigeon?" Confused, I question him.

"Its rich pigeon what do you think! Now you will take your brother on this trip do I make myself clear?" Angrily, dad snaps at me his blood boiling as I glare darkly at him.

Bite me old man!" Fed up, I snap back at him.

What did you call me!?" Roaring, my father growls at me only to look up as gently, I feel mum's hand on me making me look up at her pained tearful expression, making me sigh bowing my head at my mother's shaky voice. She's always been sensitive and protective when it came to Tom.

"Urgh mum! Fine…Tom come on we're going out…" Loudly, I call out to him startling him as he had turned to me hopeful as we both get on the carriage, heading to the Diaz household.

Focused, my brow furrows as I play on my switch, my brow furrowed as my legs are sprawled out over the carriage leather sofa. I focus on my display screen, playing Luigi while my brother plays Mario as we get closer and closer to the end me in first my brother struggling in fifth until, horrified, my eyes wide as just as I am about to come in first, a certain blue shell comes crashing down. Fuming, I seethe as I slam my switch to the ground.

"What was that for?" Fuming, I roar at him.

"You were in first, besides what was I meant to do with that item it was blocking the other items?" Innocently, my brother defends himself, his voice panicked and angry.

"I was in first." Seething, I bark.

"I wanted to win." Simply, he shrugs.

"You were in fifth. We were on the same team! Now we'll never unlock that character! Urgh sorry, sorry I shouldn't have snapped." Tiredly, I bow my head

"It's fine I just…" Tom sighs.

"It'll be fine, Marco won't hurt you." Gently, I assure him placing my hand on his shoulder squeezing it.

"Are you sure about this? I mean I just…" Uneasily, my brother questions me

"Tom listen to me you need more friends and Marco here is your ticket to it." Softly, I assure him noting his shaking hands anxious. I place my hands on his giving them a tender squeeze making him look up at me fearful, despite us not looking the same, being twins is still weird even if I am older by a minute.

"Brain did say I'll get my badge for it…" He remarks glancing at the leopard making me scowl.

"That isn't the reason you're doing this. You want to be friends, don't you?" Sternly, I remind him making him frown.

"He stole my date!" Bitterly, he growls.

"He's a good guy and has a lot in common with us besides your plans to win Star back wasn't the greatest…" I point out.

"I know I just…I am getting better…" Meekly, he defends himself.

"I know you are but you need to prove that. Listen to me Marco is a good guy; he has a lot in common with us. Besides you got to get sick of me eventually." I assure him, I mean I have friends now thanks to Ash and have my own friends after meeting her I've done some gigs for the bounce lounge and met some cool people.

"Sick of you? Never." Confidently, he tells me.

"Clearly I haven't been acting as an older sibling yet now come on…" I smirk as the carriage stops and we arrive at the Diaz's.

"Marco!" Grinning, I call out to the human.

"Michael! Hey what's up?" Eagerly, Marco greets me ready for the marathon.

"I will tell you what is up, a hand more specifically Mackie hand!" Jokingly, I reveal a skeletal hand for him to high five only for him to blink staring up at it, disturbed.

"Relax it isn't his hand." Calmly, I assure him.

"Whose is it then?" Smirking, I turn to Ash, smirking at me.

"Some random guy I found. But still are you up for the Mackie hand marathon! I got the tickets!" Casually, I tell him clicking my fingertips as the bone dispersed engulfed in flames.

"Heck yeah I am! How did you get those!?" Eager, Marco questions me. "Dude I'm a prince we get special privileges…you don't mind if I bring my brother, along do you?" Playfully, I remind him as I gesture to Tom shyly lingering in the doorway.

"What!? Michael real talk!" Panicked, Marco grabs me dragging me from my brother as Star frowns at the sight of him. But smiling, I watch smiling softly as Ash happily welcomes him inside making him feel at home.

"Your brother tried to kill me!" Marco hisses at me.

"He's getting better besides he begged me. I can't say no to him look at those eyes can you?" Cutely, I turn him to face my brother, look at him that's a face you can't say no to, I know mum can't.

"Yes, yes, I can." Blandly, my friend exclaims.

"Well I can't come on I promise he won't hurt you…" I assure him.

"I don't know…" Uncertain, he glances to the side.

"What are you doing here Tom?" Curious, Ash's voice interrupts us as we turn to see my brother looking awkwardly to the side.

"Actually, I was wondering if we could hang out." Shyly, Tom proposes.

"Ugh. No, no, no. A million times no!" Sternly, Star snaps as Ash attempts to free her from the tangled lights.

"Not with you, Star. I meant with Marco." Tom corrects.

"Whaaaa….?" Star and Ash chorus in shock as I turn to Marco pleading as he sighs bowing his head as bravely, he approaches Tom.

"Are you even a fan of Mackie Hand?" Warily, Marco questions him.

"I'm a super fan." Confidently, Tom answers. Struggling, Star, who is still wrapped up in the Christmas lights, starts trying to gnaw through the cords.

"Please don't do that." Tiredly, Ash sighs batting Star's face from biting the chords similar to that of a mother to their child.

"Why do you want to go with me?" Marco questions.

"I really thought we connected that one time. Over ping-pong? Besides my brother mentioned your plan and…" Guilty, Tom begins.

"You kidnapped me." Frowning, Marco reminds him.

"Look, I know I've been a little aggro in the past, and I'm sorry. I promise not to get mad this time. My brother is going to keep an eye on me so I won't ruin it for you guys…." Tom promises as Marco glances at me unsure but I simply nod as he sighs.

"Star, Ash what is he up to?" Marco questions Star and Ash.

"I think you should go with him. He's obviously trying to bury the hammer or whatever…" Star shrugs.

"Yeah if worse comes to worse here," Smiling, Ash passes over something to Marco.

"Silver?" Confused, Marco furrows his brow.

"Oh, those are for vampires…or werewolves I always get confused. Look if they get angry just spray water it works for me." Ash realizes making me grumble at the memory of us hanging out on the beach, during one of our hanging out times and I may or may not have threatened a guy eyeing her and he sprayed water on me, it stopped my flames externally but internally…

"Why do you…? I'm not even going to question it." Blearily, I sigh.

"Hatchet? "Bury the hatchet". Marco corrects her.

"I don't think that's a good saying considering he has hatchets," Ash points out unnerving Marco.

"Well, the marathon is all the way on the other side of town, so are you coming or not?" Tiredly, I question him stepping back into the carriage, deciding now is the time to bury the hatchet I suppose as sighing, Marco agrees and we head off on our boy's night out.

"Whoa!" Awestruck, Marco whispers as he enters the carriage to find the sofa, the bluescreen the normal stuff you'd have in a carriage.

"Pretty cool right? My favourite is the slushies we have hellfire cherry and ice frost blueberry," I offer making Marco squeal excited.

"Let me just give you a tour. So here it is. We got six flat-screen TVs, a photo booth, karaoke machine. Giddy up, skeleton horse!" Tom commands. I step back letting them bond just as the Skeleton-horse whinnies and rides off.

"Is that a white tiger?" Nervous, Marco points towards the snow-white tiger making me blink, never having seen the tiger cleaning itself.

"Yes it is." Alarmed, I confirm.

"When did you get one?" Curious, Marco questions me.

"I didn't he yours?" Intrigued, I turn to my brother setting up the TV.

"Yeah." He confirms.

"What happened to the bunny?" Perplexed, I question my brother.

"At home." Simply, my brother shrugs.

"With ragdoll…" I point out making both my brother and I share an uneasy look, one-word filtering into our mind, that being, crud.

"And up here is the lounge. Here. Have a seat in the throne. Are you comfortable? Can I get you anything? Some cereal perhaps?" Frowning, I watch my brother act a tad bit…too much for Marco who glances at me.

"Maybe we shout just all sit down and watch some funny videos." I offer not sure what to do, my brother trying desperately, too much that it's creeping Marco out.

"Look, you're being super nice to me right now, and you're never nice to me? What's this really all about?" Warily, Marco questions him as Marco removes the cereal with milk, a tray on his lap thanks to Tom. Sighing, I decide to get some slushies, returning to offer Marco and my brother one, my brother hellfire and Marco ice frost as my brother enjoys the red slushie and my friend the blue.

"Wha - I'm just a huge fan of Mackie Hand." Nervously, Tom stammers.

"What's your favourite Mackie Hand movie then?" Wary, he questions me.

"Uh, it's..." Uneasy, my brother glances at me as I sigh, getting flustered.

"I knew it! You don't know the first thing about kung-fu. I'm outta here." Annoyed, Marco assumes.

"Chill Marco give him a minute." Patiently, I call out making Marco grumble but comply.

"No, no, no, wait, wait. It's just because I have two favourites. "Hand To Hand To Hand", and "Hand To Hand To Hand 2". And now that I'm saying it, I'm gonna have to go with the original." Tom decides.

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That is the best one." Smiling, Marco agrees glancing at me as I nod, the three of us having the superior decision.

"But not the English version. I'm talking about the original in Swedish." Proudly, Tom reasons making me smirk.

"That's the unedited one." I clarify for Marco.

"Huh. I guess you do like... stuff. I'm sorry." Apologetically, Marco smiles.

"No, no, no, I get it, I get it. It can be hard to break through people's preconceptions of me. That's why I don't have many friends. I haven't even been to a movie marathon before." Sadly, Tom bows his head as I sigh watching him sit on the steps curling in on himself as I bow my head at the sad truth of most fearing us due to our…. origin.

"Is this true?" Maroc glances at me as I sigh.

"You've seen Mewni and Butterfly we have to carry ID's showing we identity as mewman. Bitterly, I remark. Hey, where did you pick up your sweet ride? At a funeral home? Are you gonna go pick up someone's dead grandpa and hold a respectful service for him?" Surprised, we perk up at the obnoxious voices as shakily, I release a small hot breath, my ears hearing the crunch of plastic and ice, staring at my dented can, feeling the icy cold chill of slushie melting it into slushy liquid from their words.

"You think you guys are fast? I can guarantee that we'll beat you to the next light without even breaking a sweat." Marco challenges them making my brother and I arch a brow.

"Yeah. What are ya, chicken?" Tom smirks.

"I think the term you're looking for are chicks…" I join in, sat in the middle of them as they scowl at us.

"Whaaat?!"

"Bro."

"Bro."

"Bro!"

"You're on, punk!" The light turns green and they speed off.

"Oh, I'll show them." Determined, Tom smirks at me as we both nod only to feel Marco's hands on our shoulders stop us as we turn to stare down at our friend.

"No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Those guys are going to jail." Smirking, Marco tells us as our ears perk up at the blaring lights and sound of the siren, making us smirk. Slowly, the carriage draws by the two in a police car as we put on our innocent faces, passing by them and as we leave them, we revert back into our carriage falling to the floor holding our stomachs laughing at our win.

"Oh, that was that was so much more fun than obliterating people." Cackling, Tom laughs.

"That was awesome, I can see them being prison female dogs…" I point out snickering.

"Yeah! This whole thing reminds me of one of my favourite songs, "Awesome Feeling". Excited, Marco tells him.

"A good song," I point out fist bumping Marco.

"Wait, wait, wait. Isn't that a song by Love Sentence?" Hopeful, Tom smirks as he glances at me to see me nod in confirmation.

"Uhhhh. Yeah?" Marco hums confused.

"Come with me." Seriously, Tom brings Marco to a curtain, which he then pulls back, revealing his shrine showing Tom with Justin alongside a few pictures of me with the band members at the bounce lounge. Heh I remember them asking me for some tracks for them, editing some of their songs, making me chuckle at the fond memories. I still talk to a few; I mean considering they are in jail.

"No way! You have a signed picture of you and Justin Towers? I also have a vintage five-disc CD player with automatic shuffle." Proudly, Marco declares as Tom puts on the CD only for my eyes widen when loud music bellows out…

"Target on my back"

"Lone survivor lasts"

"They got me in their sites"

"No surrender no"

"Trigger fingers go"

"Living the dangerous life"

"Hey, hey, hey"

"Everyday when I wake"

"I'm trying to get up, they're knocking me down"

"Chewing me up, spitting me out"

"Hey, hey, hey"

"When I need to be saved"

"You're making me strong; you're making me stand"

"Never will fall, never will end"

"Shot like a rocket up into the sky"

"Nothing could stop me tonight"

"You were listening to skillet, again weren't you?" Sighing, my brother raises a brow at me.

"Its good music." I defend myself.

"It's fitting with our stereotype!" My brother growls making me roll my eyes.

"I don't care I love it. It's poison I would willingly drink!" Proudly, I declare as Tom changes the tracks and we have fun.

"Man, I can't believe I'm actually having a good time with you." Amazed, Marco smiles at us after our montage of fun.

"I know. Right? Heck, I could just skip that whole movie marathon and-" Tom offers.

"Oh, my gosh. Oh, the marathon!" Appalled, Marco turns to me.

"What time is it?" Panicked, I question Tom.

"Don't freak out." Calmly, Tom tells us.

"Ten minutes we're not going to make it!" Outraged, I turn to Marco the pair of us freaking out.

"It starts in ten minutes?" Marco heads towards the door, but magical chains appear and block the exit. "What the heck?" Marco turns to see me as lost as him as he grabs the lock and tries to pry it open. He quickly gives up and turns to Tom. Hey, can you unlock the door? Marco asks us.

"I can try," I offer.

"Actually, I can't let you leave yet." Tom tells us making me furrow my brow.

"What? But we gotta go. We're gonna be late." Confused, Marco reminds me glancing at me seeing me as lost as him.

"Couldn't we just chill here for, like, another four-and-a-half minutes?" Pleadingly, Tom begs confusing me.

"Okay brother what are you planning?" Confused, I question.

"No. Seriously, let me go." Scowling, Marco orders him.

"Please. Just wait a little longer!" Tom pleads.

"What is wrong with you? I said let me go!" Angrily, Marco orders him.

"And I said wait!" Angrily, Tom roars, flames spewing out trapping us.

"Marco get behind me!" Urgently, I call out as Marco lunges behind me as his eyes glow ruby red.

"The sound of a whistle blowing. The white tiger, with a whistle in its mouth, gets off the seat and opens the mouth to take off its skin, revealing it to be Brian in a costume.

"Sorry, Tom. That's an instant fail for you. Hey, you almost made it this time." Stunned, I glance at Brain zipping out from his tiger suit.

"No, no! Wait, wait! You gotta give me a second chance." Desperate, Tom begs.

"Okay, seriously, what is going on here? Dude, I cleaned your litter box. Did you know about this?" Perplexed, Marco questions me hurt etched into his tone.

"No! I promise you Marco I didn't! did mum and dad know about this?" Roaring, I demand from him.

"No! I just, I'm sorry…" Guilty, Tom tells me.

"You lied to me just to graduate!?" Insulted, I scream at my brother feeling a wave of hurt, anger and pain, he lied to me we've never lied to each other I'm so… angrily, I storm over to the slushies needing something to distract me. I lift up the slushie devouring the slushie until returning it when feeling the harsh stinging pain of brain freeze.

"You graduated weeks ago! That trial of yours was easier…" Huffing, Tom argues making my eye twitch feeling my blood boil noting the sizzling fumes of my hands.

"I had to stand in line for a goblin dog you have no idea how hard that was!" Angrily, I snarl at him as he flinches back fearful of my feral snarl.

"Well, Master Tom here was just about to earn his anger management graduation badge. Apologies for deceiving you master Michael. All he had to do was spend three hours alone with the person he hated the most without blowing up." Calmly, Brain tells us.

"But you, you had to be selfish. You could wait another four minutes and fifteen seconds! All you care about are your precious karate movie tickets. Well guess what. Mackie Hand movies are garbage!" Angrily, Tom reveals as next thing I know, the harsh crunch of bone echoes as I feel my hand sting.

"I'll kill you!" Roaring, I screech at my brother tackling him to the ground as he screams.

"Mike calm down!" Marco calls out to me.

"I trusted you, you told me you loved Mackie Hand what were those movie nights we had with one another!" Angrily I demand form him hurt.

"Fine you want to talk let's do it I only watched them for you because you were barely at home!" Pained, he tells me.

"I had work." Sternly, I remind him.

"Doing stupid dj stuff and studies," Bitterly, he sneers.

"That stupid DJ stuff was my passion you never liked me talking to other people! I have a life outside you Tom just like Star does. You hate it whenever I make my own friendship group and the one time, I decide why not let Tom join? You ruin it you break it for some stupid badger!" Fuming, I seethe at him making his eyes widen.

"I missed you!" Tearful, he cries taking me aback.

"What?" I whisper.

"Growing up it was always you and me against the world. We grew up people thinking we were scary or evil then you go out make your own friends and leave me behind…with your studies as being prince, why…? What do I have? Who am I?" Bitterly, Tom curses at me making me shake my head.

"Are you kidding me? You lied to me about being a Mackie fan, and pretended to be my friend so you could earn some badge? Dude you lied to your brother! Who has been nothing but supportive? Do you know how much your brother loves you? He always talks so much about you and you do this to him? Dude, you're a jerk and a liar, and that's not even the worst part. I was dumb enough to fall for it!" Fuming, Marco snaps as my eyes widen when he kicks the door open and exits carriage.

"Marco I didn't…" I call out worriedly chasing after him.

"I know dude," Tiredly, he sighs at me bowing his head only then for my eyes to widen when the two begin to sing. I shrug and join in, the three of us singing a love sentence song having fun…

"What the – ?" Blinking, Marco and I turn, my eyes wide as I drop my dripping slushie to the ground when finding Tom rising up on the flames, surrounded by demons, unintelligible chanting.

"Yeesh, what a drama queen. Come on Mike we can make it from here…" Marco assures me.

"Oh no." I whisper frozen in my steps confusing Marco.

"No what?" Confused, Marco questions me.

"If he's doing what I think he's doing mum is going to be angry and so is Dad." Gravely, I explain to him.

"What do you…?" Swiftly, Marco is cut off when the ground cracks open, and Marco jumps out of the way. More cracks form, spurting out lava, and then a coffin rises from the ground. Tom's flames and demons disappear, and he falls and crashes to the ground. The coffin glows and breaks open to reveal a skeleton in a karate uniform and is surrounded by a bright light. Marco looks on with sparkling eyes.

"It's - it's Mackie Hand!" Amazed, Maroc rushes over as I dart over to my brother's side.

"What were you thinking!? Do you know how dangerous and draining that spell is?" Concerned, I check him over.

"I have…an idea." Wearily, he heaves out.

"There's a reason mum and dad told us not to do it." Sternly, I scold the moron.

"I…I just wanted to make things right…" Sheepishly, he bows his head as I sigh bowing my head pained at the sight of him.

"Tom…" Tenderly, I begin.

"I mean it I…I shouldn't be so selfish I just…" Ashamed, Tom bows his head.

"It's fine." Softly, I assure him.

"Mike…" Teary eyed, my brother sniffles making me chuckle as I help him out of the crater as he leans on my shoulder, his arm over mine as I help him over to Marco.

"You're my brother I should have spent more time with you and introduced you sooner. I don't know what it's like being the prince that will never be king but don't think you have no duty. I mean if you're looking for a job, I could always have an advisor." Politely, I offer him making his eyes widen, his eyes sparkling at the thought. Gingerly, I smile at him, offering my hand out as he smiles and takes it, letting me help him up as we turn to Maro seeing him in awe of Marco.

"Tom, I can't believe you brought Mackie Hand back from the dead just for me! That was that was cool of you." Gushing, Marco praises him.

"Wait, I'm dead?" Surprised, Mackie hand blinds at the news. Finally, Tom's carriage pulls up to the theatre, and the four of us run up to an employee standing outside of the ticket booth.

"Four for the Mackie Hand marathon, please." Smiling, Marco requests but...instead it leads to well everyone fighting Mackie Hand as it's just my brother. Marco and I as they eat cereal while I go inside to get a slushie. I approach the guys watching the violence unfurl.

"You were right. This guy's for real." Impressed, Tom confesses.

"Yeah. I told you. ...I still don't like you, Tom." Smiling, Marco tells him.

"I still don't like you, too, Marco." Shyly, Tom rebukes making me chuckle as I approach, draping my arms over them both.

"Well I know one thing." I point out slurping my drink.

"What's that?" Tom question as I offer him both hellfire and hell frost combined into one slushie as he takes a sip alongside Marco.

"I hate you both…" Smirking, I lean back sat on the concrete floor.

"And we hate you too…" Together, the two-chorus making me chuckle alongside them as we continue enjoying the fight before us…