STLTH 100

So, a couple of real-life metamorphosizes and a mountain of writer's block recently . So, I do what I usually do to cure it. Play the game that inspired the particular fic. Sorry if it comes out flat; I'm out of practice. But I digress.

Sorry for the wait.

4.

Marco had slumped so far down in his seat that he was practically sitting on his back by this point. In his situation, he knew that he was royally screwed just from the murderous looks that every single woman was throwing in his direction. That didn't include the super strong ones like Lady Whosits, Star and Hekapoo, the last of which he realized was close enough to stab him with her dimensional scissors that she had in her hand, shaking in her fury.

And Higgs was just being… Higgs.

"So what's your next move, Panty-Thief?" She asked from where she sat across from him with a smile on her face. It registered to him that she wasn't really happy, but merely glad to see him go through discomfort, about to be severe pain, then hopefully killed if he didn't end up crippled for life after everyone was through with him.

Hateful schadenfreude. At that point, he decided that he didn't just dislike her. He hated her too. He really did. Even if she DID have justifiable cause this time around.

Everything was deathly quiet as she continued, holding up a hand to interrupt Star before she could even get a word out. "If your next move isn't marrying everyone you felt up or giving everyone their knickers back in pristine condition AND beg for your life, we're going to wring your scrawny neck."

Didn't say it in exaggeration. Said it as if it were a fact.

Both options were out of the question, for obvious reasons. Marco cursed mentally, wondering how he got into this mess and realized it was due to his newfound knack for kleptomaniacal stealing; it couldn't even help him escape. He paused to consider begging for his life as Higgs as suggested and realized that she only wanted to see him grovel uselessly. He was either going to get punished on his knees or when they caught him if he fled. Hopefully, he could find someone to explain this mess to, or even to Star later when she was alone.

Right. Die now, or later. He decided to die later. Focusing on his pockets, he ever so slightly fidgeted his legs to feel if he had his scissors. He didn't have them on him. He struggled to find another solution and soon came to him.

Marco reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a cheap toy ring that he'd distractedly pocketed after getting it out of a box of Captain Blanche's Sugar Seeds. "Everyone? Will you marry me?"

He got up and tossed the ring on to the table and the moment everyone's gaze snapped to it, Marco didn't waste a single second in running for his life.

=X=X=

Marco usually had an idea of where he kept his things. Star used to say that he was like a mom. If he couldn't find something in a single minute, someone had misplaced his things or they were simply lost for good. As the sounds of violence outside his room grew louder as the throng of women tried to break his door down, he pulled down the dresser to bar the door, but he could already hear shouts outside to let Lady Whosits try.

"No, no, no!" Marco panicked, trying his damn best to find his scissors to get the hell out of Mewni before he got his head kicked in, flinging his stuff all about the room in his frantic search. By now, his room was in complete disarray, and still no scissors. From the sounds outside that indicated that it was now Whosits banging her meaty fists against the door, he was about three seconds away before everyone got inside. He decided to jump out of the window! All he'd have to do was sprout wings and fly before he fell from the frickin' eight-story tower and was smashed to a pulp on the rocky ground below.

"I was set-up!" Marco bawled in desperation as he inched away from the door only to end up huddling in the corner by the window, terrified. "It's NOT my fault! It just happened! I swear!"

"Marco!" A sudden hiss came from the window. Marco flinched when he heard his name, afraid that he was caught. Looking up, he saw Star in her butterfly state, reaching out one of her three right arms to him. A noticeable difference about her was her antennae missing because of her lack of a hairband, that being the one he stole. "Come on!"

Almost instantly, he thought that this was her way of getting back at him. Maybe she wanted to punish him first before everyone else ripped into him. Deep down, he felt ashamed for even doubting his best friend's care for his wellbeing but deeper down, he felt unfathomable hate for her try to overtake it. Fighting against the irrationality, he grabbed her hand, and she hoisted him up and out, only seconds before the door was shattered into splinters as the women and girls broke into the room.

"Where is he?" Whosits asked in confusion, before flipping the bed to check underneath. "He isn't in here!"

"Double-check everywhere!" another demanded. "I saw him come in here!" The others brought up the point that they just heard him yelling, but things weren't adding up. They soon stormed out after realizing that neither the Diaz nor their underwear was in the room, save for Higgs who'd remained behind.

She calmly seated herself on a chair, feeling the cereal ring as she shifted it around inside her fist, having been there ever since it had fallen off the table and into her hand. As she did so, Higgs took note of the ransacked room and that the only underwear in the room was Marco's own underpants and boxer-briefs. The squire crinkled her nose in disappointment; her own underwear, along with everyone else's, was either kept elsewhere or destroyed. She wasn't sure, just a feeling.

"Jacking off to it like a sick animal, sure," she said to herself. She meant it. It'd be just like him. No, not as bad, but Marco was now reminding her of him even more.

She'd wanted him, even while he forced himself on her. God, she hated him.

The ring, though, was still in her hand.