"The room's different." Bue stated simply, "how so?" D was getting nervous as he choked on his words. She hit him on the head, D expected her to stomp on the flower but instead she put it in her pocket carefully, this made him smile but bue was still angry. She looked around, now fully realizing where she was, lost her train of thought. "It feels nice in here...even if it IS the-". D looked back at bue in curiosity for what her next few words might be. "Is mal still on mike's side?" She asked, D nodded then pulled up a clock and it was midnight. Bue pulled up a mirror and it showed mal in the regular room talking with mike, "s'bout time, he'll be here soon-" "-or else!" D finished bue's sentence. Bue was feeling a little uneasy then D snapped his fingers and a full moon appeared. It was a very romantic atmosphere, bue turned around to hide her face immediately with a small blush. "The moon is nice…" She said trying not to face D in suspicion of his old tricks, "yes it is….-" The pause indicated that he had more to say, she got nervous again. "-what do you think of me?" She whipped her whole body around to face him in an instant. Frozen, she struggled with her speech, "w-what do I thinka' 'ya?...a-a-are 'ya serious?" D stayed silent knowing his body language alone could tell her. She gulped, wanting to joke around, would've said "you disgust me, 'ya slimy little toad"...but she remained silent also. It was a full moon and the stars shined brightly, though fake, still set the tone and the scent of the rose in bue's pocket became just a bit stronger. With the silence, bue was surprised that D wasn't getting impatient with her. He looked serious but it still felt 'warm'. He sure knows how to plan a perfect scene...that's fer' sure...he's not makin' a move either! I jus' don't know what to say…. She couldn't help but blush at the wonderful view, she spun around taking it all in. I can hardly believe we're in the darkness...did it always feel this...kind? D faced bue with a smile when she stopped spinning right in front of him and she smiled too. "I think...you're awesome...and charming…". She gave him a kiss on the cheek, in D's mind, fireworks came. Then mal fell in...literally. They were in the room that bue had been 'brought back', with the portal through mal's mirror. He had crashed in and landed hard, D wasn't too happy that he interrupted them. Mal looked up and his jaw dropped, bue….kissing...D?! Bue turned towards mal and saw him so shocked, she was firetruck red from the embarrassment. She walked over to mal, grabbed his hand, yanked him up to his feet,...slapped him, then dragged him over to D, and grabbed HIS hand. They started heading toward their hallway, where at the end of it lies their room. Mal was hesitant until bue let go of their hands to face them, "Im'ona be the ruler o' the teddy bears!" Bue told them with a smirk as though they have no say in her position of playing authority, D smirked and flew her hair up making it completely engulf her face until she was blind. Mal giggled a little, "haha, yeah, you wish, I'm gonna be the supreme master of the trucks!" Bue laughed as well as D. "Wanna race, here, lemme make it more fun!" D snapped his fingers and the hallway became a skating alley, bue and mal and D all had on roller skates, they were at the entrance to the hallway so there was plenty of room to skate. Mal sneered at D with his smugness then the three got in position, "READY SET GO!" D yelled fast and they all took off going at their 30+ miles per hour speed, and laughing all the way. As they flashed down the hall, bue seemed to be showing signs of her evil self awakening, she didn't notice since she was laughing from how much fun it was simply to skate. Mal was getting worried but then thought about how this is their TRUE form, it's the darkness, what's the point in hiding anymore? He laughed too whenever bue tumbled a little and D caught her. D looked over at mal suspiciously and squinted his eyes, THIS far into the hall and his eyes still haven't changed?! Mal tried his best to ignore that thought then noticed bue's eyes turning red and went from red to crimson with the dark circles as well as the sharp teeth returned. D pulled out the rose from her pocket, mal was stunned and forgot what he was doing and tripped, bue and D stopped. They picked up mal, and bue jumped in between them hanging her arms over their shoulders, she almost fell again and they both caught her this time, the three just skated away down the hall while bue blushed, D smirked, and mal giggled.
Meanwhile, mike was sitting on mal's bed in his room though he wasn't sobbing or mad but...annoyed. Thinking about his last words and his goodbye; "I'm finally headed to the darkness…" "but...you can't! It just won't work!" "It's simple…, I'll be back you don't have to worry." "But what if you get trapped! I don't like risks!" "It's my plan and I'm sticking to it, you're not gonna stop me, sorry."
And with that he'd jumped into the mirror. Then everybody crashed into the room since it looked like they were running real fast, they had some rope around their shoulders and some on their hips, they were loose and parts of it had been sliced. Manitoba was holding his pocket knife, the rest of them had some duct tape on their cheeks or red marks in it's shape around their mouths. "Are we too late?" Manitoba asked out of breath, he nodded and the others gasped with concerned looks then svetlana ran over to him, "it's all right, mal's back where he belo-" "-HE DOESN'T BELONG THERE! HE SHOULD BE HERE!" Svetlana stepped back in surprise for his sudden snap, he wasn't known for being too impatient but she understood knowing the trouble he was going through. Manny and vito patted him on the back, chester ruffled his hair and they all left the room since it would just keep mike from getting over it, manitoba limped out due to shin trauma from a certain violent feminist girl with an odd accent that no one could describe. Mike told them he would take control and so he walked down the hallway alone, as he did, it went from murky and slimy to it's usual hotel like space with lamps lighting the walls brightly, it's light blue walls and green carpet making mike feel odd at how different it seemed since he'd grown so used to it being so creepy. He made his way out and summoned a mirror to take control, he went through it and woke up in his bed. His mother was up startlingly late watching tv on the couch with a bowl of soup by her side, mike checked the clock beside his bed and saw that it was 3:46 AM. When he went to go check up on his mom, she was actually out cold her soup have eaten, her eyelids were red as well as her nose and he noticed many tissues surrounding her soup on the table in front of the television. She was sleeping, yes, but when mike got a bit of a closer look originally thinking she was just sick, saw a tear stream down her face slowly and he heard her mumble some words in her crying induced coma, "sweetie...don't do it...no, don't...hurt...'im...don't." Another tear came down, it was harder on her than I thought, I'm sorry for making you worry, mom. He kissed her forehead, pulled the blankets up and went to put away the unfinished soup bowl but when he picked it up, the spoon clang against the rim. She woke up immediately and for a split second thought she saw a hair flap over his left eye, believing it was mal, but she quickly rubbed her bloodshot eyes and saw it was her real son, mike. Mike just stood there holding the soup bowl, frozen, his mother saw and was shocked and embarrassed that he had to see her like that. "Mommy?" This snapped her out of her slight daze from waking up when she heard him say 'mommy', my son almost never says...mommy…, chills came over her when she remembered the scene of the 'incident' in the kitchen from what would almost be two weeks ago, that was when she first came face to face with...him…. "M-michael?" "Yeah?" "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." "For what? I'M the one giving you this grief I should be the one apologizing, not you! I've been a real pain the butt lately haven't I? Giving you this huge burden and stress about my well being." She looked down then back up with a smile, "'ya don't have to worry, I'm fine, I can take on anything you throw at me!" She told him, rolling up one of her sleeves and flexing her small arm muscles and pretending that they're body-builder size, mike giggled and she ruffled his hair. He still felt the enormous weight of guilt on his shoulders though for putting his mother through such torment just for his sake, he looked back at her with a smile, both showing their tough faces but on the inside were shivering with fright, neither one was ready to let the other see them look weak. Mike set the bowl in the sink, since it was awfully late he told his mother that he'd be glad to do the dishes tomorrow so she could get some rest and she smiled in appreciation for her kind son. They walked down the hall together but before going their separate ways, hugged and said goodnight with a warm smile on both of their faces then went to their rooms and fell back asleep. Mike's personalities flew down the seeing mirror and went THEIR own ways as well each headed to their room, yawning with no end until they all collapsed onto their beds and were knocked out instantly, all having peaceful dreams in comfy beds which at this point felt like heaven from being away from them for so long. Though, unfortunately, mike was having an awful nightmare. It took only about 10-13 minutes before he shot up from his in a cold sweat, he had recalled his mother saying that he could sleep in her bed if anything happened in his mind or if he had a nightmare making him stressed. He lifted the blanket, opened his door, straight across from it was his mom's and the door was open as if she had been expecting a child wake up call. So mike walked in, crawled into the bed and snuggled against his kind warm hearted mother.
Funny thing is, he's 8 but still mature enough to not only fight off an evil that dwells within his mind but also have a girlfriend. It's interesting, but I just felt there needed to be at least SOME romance despite age.