All Marco saw was carnage.

The villagers' houses were destroyed. Everything that surrounded him was burning a bright flame. The villagers were either destroyed or damaged during the destruction. However, some of them were scattering, trying to find a place to hide from the beast. Knights and guards tried to pin the beast down, but it took them down with its monstrous power. It was indestructible.

Marco was only a victim. He simply had no control over the beast's actions. He wasn't able to save this town from the doom it caused. The beast had a killer instinct, and he was unable to turn the switch off. And everything that was happening right in front of him was all his fault. All because he was the beast.

Marco Diaz was cursed.

Marco slowly woke up from a dirty, small bed. He had another nightmare, but it was far worse from the campfire one. Hoping to avoid thinking about both of them, Marco looked at his surroundings. A window came from his right side, shining a little bit of light into the room. The dresser and closet were right next to the door to the room he is in. He knew right away that he was in the guest room of a villager's house. And to top it off, the villager girl that stopped him from talking to the king and queen was sitting on a chair next to his left side.

He then proceeded to look at his shirt. The ripped fabric was still there, but the scratches were slowly healing. His ankle was starting to feel much better than it was this morning. He touched his forehead, but all of it was covered in bandages. He didn't think he hit his head hard on someone or something, but it's just what happens when you're out cold from poisoning. In fact, the speculation of poison inside him surely caught his eye.

As soon as he stopped looking, a man walked inside of room. He had long, blonde hair that was tied up into a bun on the back of his head. Even with all that hair, though, he was still wearing stained, villager clothes. He held two bowls of noodle soup: one for the girl, and one for Marco, in case he woke up.

Before he handed the soup, the villager said, "Well, looks like someone woke up early."

He handed the girl her soup on her lap and placed the other one on the nightstand. The girl almost spilled hers because of how hot it was.

"Do any of you guys know where I am?" Marco asked with a tired look on his face.

"You're inside our house," the girl replied as she attempted to cool down her soup. "I wasn't sure if you died when we first met, so my husband, Comet, tried to nurse you back to health."

"I find that hard to believe," Marco told her. "I find your medicare and your doctor to be untrustworthy."

"Nonsense!" her husband said. "These doctors can fix anyone up. I knew a guy who once lost his legs, but now she's good as new!"

"Is she a centaur now?"

"Well... yeah, she is. But hey, she runs faster than every one of her friends!"

"It still cost her a fortune, though," the girl added. "Luckily, Comet went to the pharmacy to get some healing potions and got you all patched up. And it's working so far. The cuts are starting to heal you. Slowly, but surely, as they say."

"If I'm starting to get better, then I should be able to leave," Marco responded. "I don't wish to be a bothersome for you guys."

"Woah, woah, woah," Comet said to him. "Let's do a quick recap. You scared my wife into thinking you were dead. I carried you into our house. I ran to get you health supplies to make you breathing. And now you just wanna leave the moment you got up? Who's to say it won't happen again?"

"I'm saying it won't happen," he replied. "Time is a luxury that I can't afford. I have to go."

"Not in this condition," the girl said, beginning to eat her noodle soup. "You need a little more rest. You're not gonna scare me again if you end up passing out on the floor from poisoning."

"But-"

"Enough," Comet interrupted. "Just eat your soup. Guys like you need to eat."

Marco let out a loud groan as Comet left the room. He slammed the back of his head onto the pillows, which was barely as soft as a pile of mud. He was trapped again, but by the villagers of Mewni instead of monsters under Toffee's control. Granted, these villages were a bit nicer and took care of him, but this Diaz really wants to get out as soon a possible. All of his worries and all of Star's worries would vanish if he could just taste freedom once more.

He turned his head and looked at the noodle soup on the nightstand. He then looked at the villager girl eating hers. She was halfway finished with it. Looking back at the one on the nightstand, he reflected on the argument between him and Star once more. He still thought it was stupid of them to cheat the grim reaper over a stinking sandwich. If he had to choose, however, he would pick Death's sandwich over Toffee's. Toffee's sandwich was his gateway out of the prison he was sent to. Needless to say, Comet was right about him. His stomach was begging on his knees like religion. He didn't die for this soup, but he know he's gonna die from hunger without it. So he got his head off the mud pillow, took the bowl of soup off the nightstand, and laid it on the mattress.

"Oh, yeah, We haven't introduced ourselves yet," the villager girl said, taking a couple more bites before finishing her soup. "The name's Maria."

"I'm Marco," he responded.

"Cool."

"Not sure if you know this, but I ain't from around here."

"Another dimension, huh?"

"Yeah, and it's called Earth."

"Interesting. Not many people from Earth can come here."

"Well, I was put here by accident."

"Does that explain your injuries? They look pretty gruesome to me."

"Yes... and no. These scars were from protecting a farmer from monsters, while my sprained ankle was from falling in the woods."

After eating all of the noodles and drinking the broth, Maria placed her empty bowl on the nightstand. As Marco was still eating his soup, he noticed a couple similarities between him and her. There was a small mole that lied underneath her right eye, just like his small mole. She wore a red, dirty hoodie that looks like the hundreds of hoodies he had back home, but it had buttons instead of a single zipper. The hoodie she wore also covered a grey tank top, which is somehow clean. Her hairstyle made her look tomboy-ish, or in Marco's case, Marco-ish. And to top it off, the pants she wore made her look skinny.

He felt as if he was staring through the looking glass.

"So why do you need to get back home so quickly?" Maria asked him.

"No offense to you guys," he told her, halfway finished with the soup, "but I'm not meant to be here. I want to go back home."

"You miss your family, don't you?"

"I really do. I also miss a friend of mine back home. She goes by the name of Star."

"Interesting. You guys close?"

"We were. And then we got into an argument. Now I'm not so sure on where we stand."

"You're hoping the two of you can forgive and forget, correct?

Marco nodded his head as he took one last bite of the noodles.

"Well, whatever the fight was, it's gonna go away. Back then, me and Comet used to fight monsters all the time. Eventually, as the monsters started to give up, we started to grow up. That made us have arguments from time to time. It drove us crazy, and pushing almost came to shoving. But I knew I couldn't stay mad at him, and neither could he. And we may be soooooooo different from each other, but we knew we can fight our fights together."

"So you two were able to overcome your differences, and it lead to you two getting married?"

"Yep. Now, I know you and Star are just friends, but it could be something to think about in the near future. Like, when you find the perfect girl."

Marco got his noodle bowl empty and left his on the nightstand, just like Maria. Soon, Maria called Comet over to pick up the dishes.

"I'll make sure to remember the relationship you two have when I find her," Marco said to her.