AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Sweeties! I know, I'm late! I sowwy! I got really busy and it's my older brother's birthday today. So yeah. Anyways! Happy Almost Halloween my loves! I will be dressing up and handing out candy to the little ones with my best friend tomorrow :) How are y'all spending your All Hallows Eve? Anyone going to any fun parties? Going trick or treat? Haunted house? Or are you just staying in with a movie and some popcorn? Anyway. So a few of you were a bit confused last chapter, and I'm going to clarify as best as I can. The team DOES NOT hate Mac. Alright? They're simply angry with him. With me so far? Good. So why are they mad? Well, they're mad because Mac used a method so DANGEROUS that despite saving dozens of lives he also endangered them. He could've came up with an alternative idea, but went with this one instead. In short, they're mad because Mac could've found another way to save those live but didn't. Still with me? Awesome, because we need to cover one more thing before we move on. Why were they ignoring Mac? Yeah, they're mad but surely they're not that mad? They are. They need to cool down otherwise they could've hurt Mac in other ways. Words do hurt you know. Plus I've been meaning to touch on Mac's abandonment issues. We all know they go deep. Way deep. So in this story we're covering those issues. At least some of it. All good? Did I clear some things up for ya? Ready to jump in now? Good! Let's gooooo! When we left off, Mac ran off! Bad Mac! Bad!

Joesgirlfriendandpercyssister-Right XD I've been meaning to touch on these issues, but never got around to it. So now, we're getting to it!

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Even On Vacation Mac Is A Trouble Magnet

It had been two days since Mac came out to his secret cabin. It was only last night that his phone started ringing. Mac's inner child wanted to answer and ask if they were still mad at him, the adult decided against it. If they wanted to ignore him then he would too. Two could play that game and he was game. He was currently outside chopping some fire wood as the weather report he listened to this morning said it may snow later that night in the mountains. His secret cabin was in the mountains where it was suppose to snow, so he went outside to be sure he had enough wood. He checked his wood box before he started chopping and found it empty when he knew it was half full the last time he was there. He figured some animal must've came and taken the wood.

Mac jumped when his phone rang. Luckily he had his axe buried in wood and not cutting off a limb. He sighed knowing it one of his family members. He still wasn't too keen on talking to anyone. He looked at the caller ID anyways and rolled his eyes. Jack for the millionth time.

"Still playing your little game. I'm winning." Mac said with some bitterness as he put his phone away. He flinched as it dinged letting him know he had yet another voice mail.

The last time he was ignored his father left him. Every time someone got upset with him enough to ignore him, his inner child always told him to be wary for they might be next to leave him. Mac always tried to shake off that notion but the little child always managed to mess with him. He couldn't help it.

Mac sighed and finished this chore, then took the he would use inside and put the rest in wood box outside. After that, he went around the cabin looking to see if anything needed repairs and remembered the water pressure in the shower was low. He checked the water tank and it was fine, as he did have it replaced last summer after all. He took the shower head apart and found the inside of the head was caked in limescale and other crud. He mixed up a cleaning chemical in the sink and let the shower soak, while took half of the same chemical and poured it down the drain. He didn't have to worry about poisoning the water nearby since his cabin sits in an area where an old Victorian mansion once sat. All the plumbing was still underneath the ground and after updating the systems he took advantage of having indoor plumbing.

He groaned as his phone pinged again indicating he another text message. He rolled his eyes and decided to see what it said. He picked up his phone and punched in his pass code unlocking it. He saw he missed forty seven calls, had forty six voice mails, and fifty eight text messages. He scoffed when he read the newest one saying if he didn't tell Matty where he was right now, he was grounded.

"Just playing your game. Don't like it much, do you?" Mac taunted and threw his phone on the couch and went back to work.

After about three hours, he made some repairs on a few things and cleaned up some more. He even washed his jeep. While he took a shower with a newly cleaned shower and shower head, he had put his dirty clothes in the washer with baking soda to get the smell out and get the tough stains out. He sighed happily with the new water pressure. The massaging water pounded the tension out of his muscles and the hot water soothed his aches and stress.

He did think about calling Jack at least. Just to let him know he was alright though his inner child protested once more.

"You know they'll just bring you back, yell at you for disappearing, then go back to ignoring you. Then they'll abandon you just like him. Everyone always abandons you. Why trust them?" Ten year old Mac asked.

"They're my family." Twenty five year old Mac said.

"Right. Family. What part of everyone don't you get?" Little Mac spat.

Big Mac growled but made no move to stop the tears rolling down his face. He turned the shower off and dried off. He got dressed in some warm pajamas and headed into his bedroom. He laid down on the bed deciding he wasn't hungry, and rolled over. He sniffled and then let out the sob that he tried to bury deep.

The poor blonde cried himself into a restless slumber.

The poor blonde was also unaware that something or rather someone had been lurking in the woods nearby watching him. Studying him. The figure in the black cloak smirked wickedly.

"I found the prefect boy for our next ritual." The figure said into a walkie.

"Excellent. The full moon is tomorrow, do well to bring him in tonight."

"Yes master." The figure said.

The figure stuck to the shadows and managed to get by Mac's security system. The cloaked figure crept through the cabin and smiled when they found the bedroom. They opened the door silently and swiftly. They smiled at the sleeping boy. They frowned at the tear tracks that stained the boys face. The figure pulled out a cloth and pressed it to the boys face when his eyes fluttered, having sensed something in the room with him. Before the boy could wake up fully put up a fight, they pressed the cloth to his face. The boy jumped but settled back into sleep. The figured picked him up bridal style and carried him outside, disappearing into the dark woods.

Mac sensed someone was in the room with him tried to wake up, but he was so tired and groggy he couldn't. He jumped when a cloth was pressed to his face and fell back into darkness.

*In Baymax's voice* Oh no.

Until Next Time! *giggles at tonight's episode*