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yourbestpalpercy · 1 year

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Know what? Fuck you

*gives you the 58 minutes long personal headcanon I have of why Manga Marx started destroying planets*

Warning! This story is rather graphic and does contain stuff like blood and abuse. Please do not read if these themes are sensitive to you!!

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"N-No! Get away from me! I don't want to kill my brother!" Marx cried as the black dragon cornered him up against the wall of where he had been beaten up earlier that day. The bricks were rough and coarse. "Who said you had a choice?" The dragon giggled and came closer. Marx closed his eyes and turned away, knowing that this would probably be the end for him.

"Oh stop crying, dearie...it won't hurt..." The dragon smiled and wiped Marx's tears away from his eyes. "YES IT WILL! JUST LEAVE!" He opened his red, tear soaked eyes and cried loudly, hiding his face in his hands.

The dragon chuckled softly and held his chin up. "Oh Marx...there's nothing to be scared of...just let me relieve you of your fears..." he smiled with fake sympathy and pressed his claws against Marx's head, fueling him with the power he had feared just as he had shedded his last tear.

"AA!" A small child screamed as they woke up. They breathed quickly and heavily, looking around. Their heart raced, pounding in their chest as though it was ready to burst out of his chest and hide from the fear the kid felt.

Slowly, they calmed down. "Another nightmare..." he murmured softly before sighing. "And it's the same one!" Marx groaned as he turned over, grabbing his pillow and screaming into it with annoyance. It was morning and his alarm clock was going nuts. He looked at it and sighed and dove his face back into his pillow.

Perhaps he could stay home today? Pretend he was sick? He really didn't want to come home with his fur having turned brown thanks to his brother and his friends again.

Marx groaned and turned his alarm off and got out of bed with a yawn. Marx looked outside and saw that the bus was already there. "Uh oh..." he muttered, his cat-like ears going down in an 'oh crap' way before he rushed out of his room and ran down the stairs, tripping and falling down them in the process.

Marx grabbed a brush and started trying to brush his fur to no avail. 'Argh! There's no time for brushing fur! Or breakfast for that matter!' He thought and tossed the brush on the counter.

Marx quickly got his coat on and grabbed his backpack. Marx ran out the door but unfortunately, the bus had already left. "NO! WAIT UP!" he shouted and started chasing after the bus, dropping his backpack in the process. After a few more seconds, he just sighed in defeat as the bus sped off without him.

Wonderful...first the nightmare, and now the bus! What else could go bad? Marx walked back to grab his backpack and began the sorta long walk to school. As he walked, he began to list all the other things that could go bad as he made his way to school.

'I could be late...' he thought and just as he did, he could hear the loud, school bell ring. It echoed across the whole neighborhood. 'Like right now...' he hissed in his mind as he finally arrived at school. He rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer and let him in.

"Good morning, Marx. Come on in," a friendly voice answered and soon after, he heard a click and walked inside the school. "Good morning, Marx. Please go check in at the attendance office and grab a late slip," a lady at the desk said with a happy smile. Marx nodded and picked up a late slip before making his way to his first class.

'One of my brother's jerk friends could force me inside a locker for the whole day...' he thought. As he made his way to class, someone shoved him against a locker. "Hey Clownhead...what are you doing so late to class, huh?" they hissed with a smile. "Eep!" Marx squeaked in surprise before looking up to see who it was. It was Derek, his brother's best friend.

Marx gulped, unable to speak. "Answer my question, Clownhead..." Dereck hissed, glaring down at Marx with a disgusted look on his face. "M-My n-name isn't C-C-Clown Head..." Marx whimpered. "That's not the question I asked!" he screamed at him, slamming his hands on both sides of him. "EEP!" Marx jumped before all feeling in his legs disappeared, causing him to slowly sink down into a sit. "I-I woke up l-late..." Marx whimpered, shivering with fear.

His brother's friend laughed. "Oh really now? Well...do you want to know what happens to losers who wake up late like you?" he asked with a wide smile. "N-No...." Marx whimpered, trying his best not to cry. "TOO BAD!" his friend cackled and grabbed his arm. "Owowow! Stop! Let me go!" Marx cried, wiggling and trying to get Derek to drop him.

His brother's friend opened the locker and threw him inside, quickly slamming it shut behind Marx and locking him inside it. "Hey! Let me out!" Marx cried from inside the locker, pounding the door loudly. Derek merely laughed as he dusted off his hands and walked away. "JERKFACE!" Marx screamed.

After a while of pounding, Marx slowly sat down and covered his face with his hands, beginning to cry hopelessly.

He hated these lockers all of his life. They were so small..and compacted and...he had to get out....

He began to breathe rapidly and heavily as his claustrophobia kicked in. "LET ME OUT! LET! ME! OOOOUUUUTTT!" He screamed and began to kick wildly, trying desperately to break out.

Marx stumbled back suddenly and hit his back against the backside of the locker. Just then, the back of the locker fell off, causing Marx to fall onto the ground. "OOF!" he hissed upon hitting the ground.

Marx groaned, rubbing his head. "Owwwiieee..." he whimpered and held his head. Marx looked around. "Where..?" he stood up and turned around, facing towards the long hallway that stretched before him.

"Woooaaahhh...." was all he could say as he slowly stepped forward and walked down the hallway. The hallway was lit with what looked like torches.

After a while, he found stairs leading down further into the strange place. Marx began to walk down the stairs and found what looked like a long hallway lined with mirrors...? Marx breathed a 'oh my god...' under his breath before as he started walking down the hall. The mirrors intrigued him. Marx was confused as to why there were so many.

Marx stopped in front of one mirror that had a black see through cloth draped over it. "Hm?" he hummed and stood in front of it. He jumped up, trying to grab the cloth. He failed a few times before finally grabbing the cloth and pulling it off the mirror.

A few white strings scattered, falling off the mirror upon the cloth being removed. Why was this cloth draped over it..? Marx stared at the cloth for a bit before shaking his head and turning to the mirror.

Marx stepped a little closer and placed his hand on it. Marx tilted his head and suddenly, his reflection changed.

He was still there but...his eyes had turned red, he was wearing a red bow and a red and blue jester hat with shapes on it. His hands were gloved and the fur on his arms had turned into faded yellow scales. His fangs had become sharper too.

"What the...?" Marx muttered under his breath and took his hand off the mirror a bit. "Hello there..." his reflection smiled, grabbing his wrist tightly; causing Marx to jump back. "Wh-What the!? I-I didn't s-say that!" he whimpered and fell back, scooting against the wall.

His reflection stumbled out of the mirror, being pulled out by Marx. He smiled widely and laughed. "O-Oh god...heh..that felt weird," his reflection chuckled, stumbling a bit. He turned to Marx and giggled, cornering him up against the wall.

"Why so scared...?" he cooed with fake sympathy, and held Marx's chin up. "Who are you...? Why do you look like me..?" Marx asked and his reflection cackled. "I'm you! In the future...! Duh! " he hissed. "H-How...you're..... you're nothing like me!" Marx screamed and ran off, running down the hallway without even realizing he was still holding the cloth. "H-HEY! GET BACK HERE!!" his reflection screamed and scrambled to chase after him.

The cloth slowly wrapped around his hand with a soft, magical glow, one Marx didn't notice... and disappeared. "Let me out!" Marx screamed and began banging on the locker door like crazy.

Marx could hear the loud, thundering footsteps of death behind him, coming closer...and closer...and-

Someone finally opened it.

It was his best friend. "Marx! Are you ok!? his friend asked worriedly and hugged him. "DAN! Y-Y-You gotta help! Someone's-!" Marx looked back but...no one was there...no one had been chasing him. The hallway has disappeared along with his future self..

Marx huffed from the chase before slowly calming down.

Dan spoke again, "What happened? Did one of your brother's friends put you in there?" "Y-Yes...he shoved me in the locker and then I-I found a-a-a-a hallway of mirrors a-a-a-a-and I looked into one and my reflection t-t-turned into some kind of me in th-the future an-and then he-!" He gasped for air and broke down into tears, hugging his friend tightly.

His friend looked down the hallway in the locker and hugged him tightly. "Those mirrors are prank mirrors...." his friend lied- assured him and smiled. "O-Oh..." "The darkness must've just been getting to you.." his friend smiled and patted his back.

The bell suddenly rang loudly, signaling the end of the day.

"And that's the home bell...see you later Marx!" his friend smiled and ran down the hallway and out the door.

Marx looked back at the locker before sighing and closing it, keeping it unlocked to prove to Dan that he saw what he saw. Marx grabbed his stuff and left the building, deciding to take a shortcut to hopefully avoid Kamsin and his friends.

The sun shone on Marx as he stepped out of the school's shade. Marx smiled, enjoying the sun's rays on his fur. The image was already leaving his mind.

He hadn't even realized that he was in the locker for so long. He giggled to himself before bursting out laughing happily. He smiled, looking up at the sunny skies and breathing a sigh of relief, he began to walk home. 'I'm definitely gonna stop by the park later to relax..maybe read a bit?' he thought happily....when...

"Hey Clownhead!" he heard behind him. He froze and slowly turned around. His brother stood in front of him. "h-hi kamsin..." he muttered quietly under his breath. "What's the matter Marxie..? Are you scared...?" he asked, holding his fist with his other hand. It was wrapped in bandages.

"You know, what you did yesterday was shitty as hell...so me and my friends have decided...you needed to suffer for it..." Marx whimpered as his brother began to back him up in an alleyway. "K-Kamsin...I-it was just an accident! I-I swear!" Marx tried desperately to reason with his brother.

He felt himself bump into someone. "Eep!" he jumped back, turning around and seeing Angel standing there with a sinister grin.

Marx always thought it was ironic that one of Kamsin's friends was named Angel, especially seeing as he was nothing but a devil..

Marx looked around, seeing that he had already been surrounded by his brother and his friends. He whimpered and covered his head, already starting to cry.

"Stop being so dramatic..." Kamsin hissed, rolling his eyes. "I-I-m....scared Kamsin...!" Tears had already formed in Marx's eyes as he looked up at Kamsin with a pleading look. "Pl-Please!" he cried as his brother's bestest friend, Davald, raked his claws against Marx's cheek. Marx screamed, stumbling back into the wall and holding his cheek.

Marx's blue eyes glowed with fear, tears pouring out of his eyes. He whimpered as he looked up at his brother and his friends. "Presley...knock him out.." Kamsin commanded as another one, Presley, stepped forward and hit him hard on the head with a bat, knocking him out cold....

When Marx reawoke...just as he figured, his fur had turned brown with blood. Fresh, deep red blood dripped from his forehead and as Marx reached up to wipe it...he felt a soft cloth. He panicked for a second, thinking that it was the same hat he saw his 'future' self wearing and looked up....just a few bandages. Marx sighed a relieved sigh before he slowly stood up, using the wall as support.

Someone must have come by and wrapped his injuries and just forgot to help him back home. Marx breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, brushing the dirt off of him. Everything hurt but at this point, he had gotten so used to it, his body welcomed this pain and had learned to ignore it.

Surely his mom would understand him coming home so late....she always understood and his brother would always get in trouble for beating him up. Not that his brother ever cared.

He stopped caring about Marx a long time ago....

Marx began to limp home. His paws were bloody. Gloves....he needed gloves....they would hide some of the blood on his claws. Mom would still ask about the brown fur and get the same reply as always.

Marx limped to his house, leaving a small trail of blood. Marx slowly pushed open the door. He saw his mom sitting at the table, putting something together. "Mom? What are you sewing?" Marx croaked out and just as he did, his mother grabbed it and hid it behind her back. "Nothing dear!" her mom smiled.

That's when she noticed that Marx was bloody again "Why are you home so late though?" his mother asked him with kindness in her tone. She walked over to him, stroking his cheek softly. "Kamsin and his friends beat me up again..." Marx murmured, "Oh dear....again? Do you need to stay home tomorrow?" His mom asked. "No...I-I can go tomorrow..." Marx muttered and yawned, going to bed.

Later that night...

Marx couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in bed, whimpering softly, trying to forget what he saw but...he couldn't. There was just something about what he had seen that was disturbing. Why had his eyes turned red in that 'prank mirror'? Why were his fangs so sharp...? It was unnatural...

Naudy claws and fangs never grew to be sharp..their claws were always rather dull unless the person sharpened them. Marx slowly opened his eyes, feeling a strange tingling flow through his hands. Marx sat up in bed and looked at the gloves on his hands. They...had turned black. Marx's eyes widened, those were blue before!

Marx, now in a panic, tried to get the gloves off, staring at his hands. He had never returned that cloth....

A sharp pain shot through his hands as a shadowy aura began surrounding the gloves. Black sparks started erupting from the palms of his hands. Marx cried as dark thoughts entered his mind and he felt strings wrap around his body, controlling him like a puppet....

And then...it was gone. The gloves and the pain were gone. Marx gasped as he suddenly awoke on the floor. He huffed, looking around again before staring at his hands...there were strange, charred patches all over his hands. Marx shook his head and the patches were gone.

He sighed before looking up at his bed. 'I must've fallen off my bed during my nightmare,' Marx thought before climbing back onto his bed and falling back asleep. Little did he know...someone was watching him.

The next morning....

Marx woke up with a growl. His head pounded and he felt like he might throw up. He looked around and grabbed his alarm clock. It buzzed, ringing loudly as he held it. Marx sighed and gently pressed the snooze button. He didn't want to go to school...

He had been up all night....

Wait...

No he wasn't! What the heck was going on?

Marx remembered sleeping but at the same time, remembered NOT sleeping. Marx groaned in annoyance and decided that he would just stay home today. He rolled back over into bed and his eyes started to shut.

'Get ready for school....' A voice growled in his head suddenly, causing his vision to be devoured by shadows.

Marx shot up in bed and gripped his head. "A-Augh!" he teared up a bit. Marx opened an eye, a single tear rolled down his cheek. "W-What. was. that...?" Marx whispered and breathed a sigh of sheer fear before deciding to just go to school.

Marx got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a small brush. He stepped onto the stool and brushed his fur but as he went to grab his toothbrush, he was met with the red eyes, sharp teeth, sharp claws and yellow arms of his so-called 'future self'.

Marx's eyes widened as he stumbled back, falling off the stool with a scream. He hissed as he hit the floor. "O-Ow..." he whimpered before grabbing the sink's rim and standing back on the stool. He stared back at the mirror and sighed when he saw it was just himself. 'M-Must've just been seeing things...' he reassured himself and brushed his teeth.

Marx considered waiting for Kamsin to wake up and help him make breakfast but recalled what happened a few days ago...

He had tried to poison Marx....

Marx shook his head and decided to just go hungry. Marx walked over to the table and struggled to get onto the chair. As he got onto the table to grab his backpack from the coathanger, he saw what his mother must've been working on last night.

It was an adorable cute jester hat! It was red and blue with triangles and circles.

Marx smiled. He carefully picked it up.

Suddenly, his future self's appearance flashed through his mind....he had been wearing this exact hat... Marx stumbled back, dropping the hat and whimpering. He stared at the hat with suspicion before shaking his head. "No, stop being so...st-stupid, Marx! It's just a...a uhh..whatever the word is!" he hissed before sighing and picking up the hat again.

He stared at it and smiled softly.

Must've been for his Halloween costume! He wanted to be a jester this year and his mom had been working on the hat as a little surprise.

Marx smiled and giggled at this before grabbing his backpack. He hopped off the table before grabbing lunch from the fridge. He went to walk out the door when- "Hey Clownhead..." Kamsin's voice said from behind. Marx froze up and looked behind him.

"O-Oh...g-goodm-m-m-morning..K-Kamsin..." Marx whimpered, holding his lunch. Kamsin glanced at the hat on the table and smirked. "Something tells me you saw the hat on the table?" he asked, tilting his head. "Y-Yeah...I-I did..." Marx said, turning and started to go out the door.

"Hey! Wait a second, Clownhead!" Kamsin shouted and grabbed Marx's backpack. Marx squeaked in surprise and looked back. "K-Kamsin?" Kamsin smirked. "Don't worry...you just forgot to zip up your bag," he said, gaining a sorta...kind look. "O-Oh...r-right..th-thank you K-Kamsin..." Marx smiled nervously and turned to go out the door.

Marx walked out the door and hopped on the bus with Kamsin trailing behind. His best friend, Dan, smiled and waved him over. "Hey Daniel!" He smiled and sat next to his best friend. Daniel smiled, "Hey Marx! Wussup?" he asked. "Well, I'm sitting next to you?" he smiled, which got a laugh out of Daniel. "I know that!" he giggled.

Marx snickered before answering, "Mom hid something, she was sewing for me, last night and today I got to see what it was! It was a cute jester hat!" Marx smiled and reached in his back to grab a notebook and pencil to draw it when he felt the same exact soft felt the hat was made out of.

Marx froze. "Marx? You ok?" Daniel asked him. "u-Uh!? O-Oh yeeeaaahhh! Totally..." he smiled fakely and looked in his backpack and took out the hat. "Except for the fact that I didn't pack it! What's it doing in my backpack!?" He looked around the bus and looked back. His brother sat a few rows back and smiled at him evilly. His eyes glowed bright radioactive green as he slid his finger across his throat.

Marx shook, realizing that Kamsin wasn't just zipping up his backpack but also putting the hat in his bag...how didn't he feel that?

Marx stared at the hat as the memories flashed through his mind.

He shook his head and sighed and sat back down. "Your brother's planning on doing something to you again..." Daniel whispered, putting his hand on Marx's shoulder. "Isn't he?" Marx nodded. "I just don't understand...." Marx muttered under his breath, staring at his hands. "I didn't do anything to make him hate me but he hates my guts...!" Marx sighed loudly. He groaned and slid forwards in his seat and covered his face, "Fuck my life..." he growled.

D-Did...did he just cuss...?

Marx covered his mouth. "I-I-I mean-!" Marx panicked for a second before his friend shook him roughly as the bus pulled into school, "Marx! Don't say that! It's not all that bad! And besides! Look on the bright side! I'll be walking home with you today! I'll defend you from him!" Daniel said happily and helped Marx stand up. Marx smiled and hugged Daniel. "Where would I be without a best friend like you?" Marx asked. "I have no idea.." his friend replied. "Come on, let's go..." Marx stopped smiling and thought of something.

"Hey Daniel?" Marx started, walking beside his friend "Yeah Marx?" Daniel replied. "Can I show you what I saw yesterday? I just wanna make sure what I saw wasn't really...you know...there," Marx continued. "Well....we do got 30 minutes before class...Let's do it!" Daniel cheered. "Thanks!" Marx cheered and the two walked inside. Marx walked over to the lockers and began to drag his hand on the lockers.

The lockers were deep blue in color and cold to the touch, Marx shivered a bit as he touched the lockers.

The locker he was stuffed in was 2 lockers down from the trophy case and another 5 down from his locker. Marx kept repeating this in his head and finally stopped at the locker and opened it, peering inside.

The hallway was still there!

Marx grabbed Daniel's hand and started to lead him down the hall. "Dude...you weren't kidding...." Daniel muttered under his breath. "I rarely lie anymore...and I wouldn't lie to my bestest friend..." Marx stated seriously.

Marx soon found the hall of mirrors and walked down it.

The mirror didn't have the cloth anymore so it'd be hard to differentiate it from the other mirrors, oh well.

Marx began to look at all the mirrors, he had remembered the mirror also having strings on top of it which were now scattered around it. Marx wandered for what felt like forever, gripping his friend's hand tightly as he looked at each of the lockers.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he found it. Its strings still laying dormant on the ground. "Daniel! I fou....nd...." he looked behind him but...Daniel was gone. "Daniel?" Marx whispered. "Heh heh...Daniel! St-Stop playing around!" Marx shouted down the hall with a nervous smile. "Dan-'' that's when he heard a scream.

Marx's ears shot up as he ran down the hall he heard it from. "DANIEL!?" he screamed and continued running when he ran into someone. "Agghh...." he rubbed his head and looked up.

"Hello again..." Marx whimpered and went to scream for help when his future self's hand glowed as he snapped his fingers and a shadowy aura surrounded Marx's mouth, making it so he couldn't speak a thing. Marx stared down at his mouth, padding it pathetically before Marx whimpered loudly and scooted back until he hit a wall.

Marx jumped and looked at the wall and he looked back at his future self. Marx couldn't help but cry and cover his face. "Shh....it's ok....I won't hurt you..." He smiled, holding his chin up. Marx looked at his future self. He was terrifying and his eyes glowed brightly with malicious intent.

Marx could feel the power radiating off of his future self's figure.

Marx gulped and shivered. He tried to talk but..

Nothing came out...

His future self clenched his mouth as Marx whimpered. "Why are you so scared..? I just said I won't hurt you!" he growled.

"You can trust me...I wouldn't hurt a small kid like you...." his voice darkened, becoming reminiscent of that strange voice Marx heard earlier. Marx whimpered in fear. His senses kicked in suddenly, he kicked his future self as hard as he could in his face.

His future self screamed loudly and covered his face. "LITTLE BITCH!!" he screamed and Marx immediately booked it down the hallway. "HEY! GET BACK HERE! YOU WON'T BE ESCAPING THIS TIME! GYA HA HA!" he heard him laugh behind him. Marx tripped over something and looked behind him. His friend's mangled corpse lay still and lifeless on the ground. He scrambled back, scream-whimpering in little bursts.

Marx screamed and tried to run again when he felt someone grab him from behind, holding his mouth shut tightly. "MMFP! LET MFP! GOO!" Marx screamed and began to struggle wildly, grabbing his future self's hands. "Never...." his future self grinned widely as his claws dug into his mouth and nose.

"Accept your fate kid...this is where you'll MEET YOUR DEMISE!!" His future self cackled loudly. Black dots danced around Marx's eyes. Marx's panicked breathing slowed as he began to pass out. His future self's cackling sounded like it was under water shortly before Marx blacked out.

Suddenly, he woke up in the hallways of the school with his friend standing next to him looking mighty terrified. "Marx? Are you ok? You started freaking out suddenly when you found the mirror you were talking about, are you sure you're ok?" Daniel asked. "Never again...I never wanna go in there again..." Marx began to tear up, quivering and twitching. "Shh...it's ok.." Marx's eyes widened, gaining a red tint.

"NO IT'S NOT! I SAW YOU DIE!" Marx shouted, grabbing his shoulders and shaking Daniel. "Woah! Marx...I don't know what the heck you saw but whatever you saw....it made your eyes turn red when you shouted," Daniel stated, very concerned about Marx and what he saw. Marx stepped back, the color drained from his face.

"R-Red...? Y-You're joking...! Haha....gya haaa...." Marx began to laugh. "Marx...?" Daniel muttered, reaching out his hand. Marx shook his head, and his eyes turned back to normal. "I-I need to go home..." Marx muttered suddenly feeling sick. 'Stay at school.....' The voice in Marx's head growled. "Erck..." Marx hissed, spitting up a little bit. "Yeah...you definitely need to go home, I'll go get the school nurse..." Daniel ran off. Marx watched as he ran into the nurse's office.

Marx held his head and suddenly, something grabbed his foot. It was his future self again, grinning like a psycho. "Where do you think you're going..?" he asked and dragged him into the locker. Marx screamed as he reached out to no one and was dragged back into the darkness of the locker.

Marx woke up in the sick bed. "Marx...what happened..?" The nurse asked. Marx's mind was racing but he was completely silent. He didn't know what to say. He sat there, whimpering softly.

"I-I....I don't know how to describe what I saw..." Marx muttered after a long silence. "He says he witnessed me die in front of him in locker...w-with a strange hallway lined with mirrors.." Daniel stated. Marx sat up and whimpered. "I-I.....I'm scared...I wanna go home..." Marx said, beginning to tear up again. "I'm gonna call your mom to tell her you're coming home, just sit there alright?" The nurse said and went into another room.

Daniel stood up and stroked Marx's head gently. Marx flinched.

He watched as everything around him corrupted and a dragon made of strings glitched in front of him. The dragon grinned and multiple strings wrapped around his mouth and sewn it shut. Marx shook his head, snapping back to reality.

"Wh-What huh!?" he looked around before he turned towards Dan. "Could you try to explain what you saw?" he asked again. "W-Well...I-I'll tr-try..." Marx began to explain what he saw even though it was hard to understand him as he began to cry.

Daniel hopped onto the bed and began to pet Marx gently. "Oh dear...it's worse than I thought...you need rest..." Daniel muttered and walked out of the door and went to turn out the lights. "Wait! Dan...." Marx started. "Yeah?" "Can you stay? I don't feel safe..." Marx asked. "Sure, I don't mind," Dan smiled, which caused Marx to smile slightly. Dan turned out the lights and sat down. Marx yawned and fell asleep almost instantly.

Marx began to dream.

He awoke in a dark alleyway, his head was bleeding, his fur was brown with blood. He looked up at the sky. It was late at night and the light of the moon shone brightly from above. Marx yawned and stretched. Suddenly, multiple strings of white wrapped around his wrists and ankles. "Wh-What the!?" Marx cried and tried to pull away from the wall. "Hello...Marx..." a dark voice giggled. Marx looked around but just as a strange, white dragon revealed itself...

He woke up...

"AA!" Marx shouted and woke up. "Marx! Calm down....I was just waking you up...I'm gonna walk home with you...that way I can help you..." Marx huffed and hugged Daniel tightly. Daniel smiled. Marx sobbed softly into Dan's shoulder. "D-Dan..." he cried softly.

Dan hugged him back. "Are you ok?" Dan asked. Marx shook his head. "I'm...scared...I feel like I'm....gonna go...feral...." Marx whimpered, curling up and pushing Dan away. "I..I need to go home...now...r-r-right...now.." Marx got off the bed and grabbed his backpack. Dan followed behind him, leaving his backpack in the office.

Marx leaned against Dan. "Scared?" Dan asked and helped him stand up. "Terrified..." Marx whimpered softly, hugging Dan a bit. Dan nodded and the two left the school. Marx walked outside and with Daniel, began to walk home. He didn't even notice his brother and his friends sneaking up on him and Daniel.

"So...seeing as it's friday, wanna have a sleepover?" Marx asked, still shaking and barely managing to give even a distant smile. "Sure!" Dan cheered. "Hello there you two..." a voice cackled behind them. "H-Huh!?" Marx turned around to see who said it when, "Awgh!" he was pushed against the wall, causing him to spit up some blood when he made contact with the wall. "Uuuhhhh..." Marx groaned as someone picked him up by the arm and threw him into the alleyway.

He hit the ground roughly, getting a scrape on his cheek. His eyes fluttered, seeing as Dan picked up a large stick and hit someone, shouting "HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Daniel hit them with the stick again.

"H-Hey! G-Get away f-from me!" Daniel cried as someone knocked him out. "Pr....Presley...?" Marx whimpered as he looked at it and his vision unfogged. "Heh...Hey, hey, hey Idiot..." Someone growled, turning towards him; their green eyes glowing bright radioactive green, brighter than before.

Kamsin....

"K-Kamsin...?" Marx groaned before trying to stand up when he was kicked against the wall of the alleyway. Kamsin came closer. Marx looked up at them, tears slowly coming to his eyes. "N-No...pl-please! NO! PLEASE!! Not now! I feel like I'm gonna go feral!" Marx cried, backing up to the wall. "And you think any of us care?" Kamsin chuckled and slowly revealed a spiked bat.

Marx's eyes widened as one of his brother's friends took out a bat and another took out a knife. "Pl-Please don't hurt me!" Marx cried and curled up on the ground. "Oh don't worry...we won't hurt you too badly....as long as you satisfy us..Tell us a joke!" Kamsin laughed before ripping Marx's backpack off and taking the jester hat out of it.

Kamsin smirked and tossed Marx the hat. The same jester hat that his mom had put together. Marx whimpered as he held it, staring down at it as his legs quivered. "I-I....I-I-I!" Marx began to cry. "Don't know any..? That's a shame...." Kamsin's eyes grew dim with disappointment....and then he smiled, his eyes glowing bright radioactive green again. Marx whimpered fearfully, his ears slowly going down with fear.

"Get him.." Marx backed himself up against the wall, whimpering as his brother's friends came closer, getting out their weapons. "Kamsin!" Marx shouted before his friends began to beat him up. Marx screamed in agony and tried to cry for help. "SHUT UP!" His brother screamed and smacked him hard on the head with his spiked bat. Marx screamed and tried again to call for help, but all that got him was rope bindings on his hands and feet with a blindfold wrapped around his mouth. Marx cried out in pain. The pain went on for hours...

"Alright boys! That's enough!" Kamsin finally shouted. "Undo his bindings!" His friends immediately undid his bindings. Marx fell over on his stomach, crying softly and whimpered, "There's just one last thing that needs to be done...heh heh...restrain him so he's not moving..." he smiled creepily and took out some sewing stuff.

Marx tried to ask his brother what he was doing when his brother's friends grabbed his arms and his feet and body so tightly that he couldn't even struggle. "Let m....!" Marx tried to cry, wiggling a bit.

Kamsin bent down and picked the hat off the ground, chuckling softly. When Marx tried to ask him what he was doing, Kamsin grabbed his head and placed the hat on his head, roughly before taking out some burlap string. Marx whimpered as he watched him prepare the needle and...

He suddenly stabbed the needle into Marx's head, causing blood to splatter out. Marx let out a blood curdling scream and kicked his feet. Blood drenched the rim of his hat and blood trailed down his face. "MAKE IT STOP!! KAMSIN PL- MMFF-" one of Kamsin's friends, forced his hand over Marx's mouth.

When it was finally over, Kamsin had his friends drop Marx. Marx was breathing heavily, trying not to cry. Marx grabbed the rim, clawing at it a bit. "No..nonononoNO!" he cried, tears ran down his face. Marx panted and looked up at Kamsin and his friends with tear-flooded eyes. Marx gasped for air and tried to calm down. Kamsin laughed and walked up to him.

Kamsin grabbed both ends of the hat tightly and jerked hard on the hat. Marx screamed. Marx coughed up blood on the ground. Kamsin smiled widely "perfect....it's sewn on there perfectly and permanently," he smiled. Marx cried and looked up at Kamsin, crying softly. Marx looked at Kamsin's friends and tried to stop crying "Why.....why did you...?" Marx whimpered. "We decided that you just didn't suffer enough yesterday....so we decided that you needed to suffer waaay more today!" He smiled. "I-...I-I...." Marx sat there, processing the info.

A deep, animalistic rage festered and grew inside him, bubbling like lava in a volcano until- "I...HATE YOU, KAMSIN! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I! HATE! YYYOOOUUU! YOU HORRIBLE BITCH I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Marx screamed, his eyes turning a deep, scarlet red. He pushed past his brother and his friends, his eyes turning back to blue as ran away. Kamsin laughed "HA! FEELINGS MUTUAL, BITCH!" Marx couldn't stop crying as he continued to run.

Blood clouded his vision and for a moment, everything darkened and all Marx could see was strange creatures of all shapes and sizes laughing at him like he was some kind of- he was snapped out of his thoughts as he tripped on a rock, falling over as blood splashed on the ground.

The figures laughed harder and one, a small pink puffball, started to mock him. Marx's eyes turned red as he pushed past these visions and ran home.

When he finally got home, he hugged his mom tightly. "Marx..? Why are you wearing the hat for your costume? Why are you so bloody!?" His mom asked. "I found it in my backpack! My brother packed it for me..and then after school...he- h-h-he-! HE SEWED IT TO MY HEAD!" Marx cried. His mom growled and hugged him tightly. "Alright....now he's gone too far this time..." she growled. "Go sit in your room alright..? I'm gonna beat. his. ass...." his mom growled. Marx ran into his room.

Marx curled up under his bed and began to cry into his blankets. His head hurt so much. Deep crimson blood dripped from his head, dripping over his eyes and mouth. It was getting hard to breathe thanks to the blood dripping into his mouth. Blood soaked his fur, covering his fangs and his body. Blood was everywhere...

It was hours before the pain in Marx's head began to ebb away slowly. Marx shakily reached his hand up towards the hat and lightly touched the hat. A sharp and painful twinge of pain went through him again. Marx squeaked in pain.

He sighed and tried to rest his head but it immediately irritated the stitches on the back of his head. Marx hissed again and decided to just tough through it. Marx turned away from the window, refusing to pay attention to the pain lining his forehead. He huffed, curling up and whimpering. He heard as his brother came home and his mom immediately started screaming at his brother and attacking him with a metal soup ladle.

He focused his attention on the hat again. He couldn't believe his brother stitched a jester hat to his head....how could his brother do this to him..? Tears began to fall again as he hiccuped with pain. He knew his brother hated his guts but not that much.

That's when Marx finally realized why Kamsin did it. Kamsin didn't care what happened to him. As long as Marx suffered, Kamsin would definitely kill him if someone didn't stop him. right. now....

Marx whimpered at the thought.

Later that night...

Marx couldn't sleep. It was like something...or some...one was trying to talk to him...trying to worm its way into Marx's head.

Marx groaned and slowly sat up. Marx looked around.

Nobody was there....Marx was still alone in his room.

Marx laid back down and his eyes started to flutter shut when he heard it....a tiny little hiss of a dragon about to shoot fire.

Marx shot up in bed and looked around panicked. "Wh-Who's there..?" Marx whimpered. Something slowly creeped in from the window, stepping into the moonlight as it shined through his closed curtains, the light reflecting off of its scales creepily and mysteriously.

Fear shot through Marx's body, causing him to freeze as he stared at the creature creeping in through his window like a giant spider.

Marx whimpered as he backed up; eventually falling off of his bed. He nearly screamed but multiple white strings wrapped around his mouth, stopping him from screaming. Marx pawed at the strings, trying to scream for his mom but nothing. It was like they were a part of him...like the jester hat he once thought was cute...

The creature slowly approached him, clambering over his bed and gently picking him up by the foot, setting him down on his bed. Marx glanced at the door before trying to run away from the creature when it wrapped its long, pearly white, whip-thin tail around Marx, restricting him.

"Stop trying to run away Marx Regan...." it hissed. Marx whimpered before he froze up.

Marx recognized the voice....

It was the same thing that told him to go to school and stay in school.

The creature propped itself up, curling its tail around its feet and letting Marx go. It was then that Marx recognized its structure.

It was.....a dragon?

Marx was amazed. He had read about dragons but he never knew they existed. Yet, even though he was amazed, he knew he definitely shouldn't trust it.

"Who are you....?" Marx whispered. "I am not a person or a thing with a name. I am simply a manifestation of emotions...." The dragon responded. Marx tilted his head. "You," Marx paused for a quick second. "Don't have a name...?" Marx muttered.

The dragon shook his head. "I can already tell that it was destiny that we were to meet. Hmm...yes....you are definitely the one written about the stars....." The dragon smiled, humming happily as he held Marx's chin up, observing his features. "I.....I was written about in the stars...?" Marx asked, looking up at his ceiling as if he was peering up at the stars, slightly wriggling out of the dragon's grasp.

The dragon nodded. "Yesss.....you freed me from my 10,000 year slumber....just like it said so....." The dragon hissed again. Marx couldn't help but be amazed. "10,000 years of slumber...? What did you do to earn that...?" Marx asked.

"Hmmm...you've never heard the prophecy, have you...?" The dragon asked. Marx shook his head "No, I've never heard it. This is the first time I've ever heard about it! But how did I wake you....?" Marx asked. "The cloth..... You don't remember picking up a shadowy, black, see-through cloth?" Marx gasped quietly. "The cloth...? You mean the cloth that I grabbed from the mirror?" Marx asked.

'I never put it back?' he thought. The dragon nodded. "Rumor had it that in 10,000 years, a great good would be released from its enternal limbo by a kid seemingly made for torture. I assume that kid is you...? You do seem quite bruised up and covered in blood from today's daily torture..." The dragon commented.

Marx hissed at the thought of what happened earlier. "I can only assume the same thing. My head still hurts from earlier...." Marx rubbed his head, feeling a sharp pain shoot through him as soon his fingers touched his hat.

The dragon smiled. "However, I don't remember hearing about the kid wearing a jester hat. How's about we take this off of you...?" The dragon reached forward to grab it. "Wait! Don't touch it....it hurts..." Marx whimpered and gripped his hat.

The dragon chuckled. "I know it hurts....that's why I'm not gonna touch it...I know better than to hurt a child...." The dragon smiled. Marx looked up at the dragon. The dragon grabbed Marx by the scruff and placed him on the ground, circling him a bit and sitting down beside him, wrapping his tail behind him a bit.

He grinned as he sniffed him a bit. "Hehe...I can feel the rage radiating off of you. You're so mad....~ But why is my question..." The dragon commented, tilting his head. Marx flinched. "I-I'm not mad! I have no need to be angry!" Marx hissed. The dragon laughed, "Admit it...you want to go crazy~...you want to go absolutely FERAL!" The dragon cackled.

"F-Feral...? N-No I don't! I'd never go crazy....it's just a hat! Sure Kamsin fucking sewed it to my head...b-but I'd never wish for him to feel pain!" Marx whimpered with fear. "Why are you so scared...? He....deserves it. Don't you agree?" The dragon hissed, "Yes!" his eyes turned red a bit before he shook his head, his eyes turning blue again, "I-I-I mean no! He doesn't deserve to die!" Marx hissed.

The dragon nodded a bit with a soft "Mmm...." he stood up and turned away "Well then.. Talk to you again when the moon has reached its fullest. I am rather satisfied with this start. Yes...it has been a good start for The Great Marx and me..." The dragon hummed and went to fly out the open window when Marx stopped him, grabbing his talons. "W-Wait! D-Don't go...I-I have some q-questions..." Marx said and sat back down.

The dragon nodded and sat back down. "Alright....like what?" Marx stared at the ground in silence before sighing, "Who is The Great Marx..? You're not talking about me, right...? I-I'm not The Great Marx....r-right...?" Marx asked, the dragon smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Of course you are...who else on this planet is named Marx...?" The dragon giggled "W-Well I mean...no one but..." Marx sighed, "Nevermind....I have two other questions..." The dragon hummed in curiosity.

He got closer to Marx, "Yes...?" "What's something I can call you by and...do you think you could heal me..?" Marx asked. The dragon wrapped his tail around Marx. "Sure, I can heal your injuries...and for a name...? You can call me...The Tear...." The Tear hissed. As The Tear's tail wrapped tighter and tighter around Marx, Marx began to panic, being reminded of the bindings that tied him up earlier that day.

Suddenly, he felt energy shoot through his body in strange waves. Marx began to whimper in fear as a strong feeling of power coursed through his veins. The Tear's tail trapped Marx inside of an orb as the feeling of unlimited power continued to course through him. Marx clenched his eyes shut tightly when the feeling suddenly disappeared and Marx was put gently on the ground.

Marx groaned and sat up and looked up at The Tear but...he was nowhere to be found. Marx looked around, trying to find him but.....no one was there anymore besides him. Marx didn't say a word as he got back into bed and slowly fell asleep.

The next few weeks went by slowly...it was the same everyday. Go to school, hope to get to class and not get trapped in a locker, try to get home before Kamsin notices him and fail miserably and get beat up.

Marx didn't even notice the fact that he was beginning to plot how to get back at Kamsin. He would sit for hours in his room just thinking about how to get back at him. By the time the full moon had risen, Marx already had a plan set up...not that he noticed.

That night, Marx had forgotten The Tear was coming that night. Marx yawned and slowly fell asleep, forgetting about the anger and rage towards his brother and decided to just....sleep.

It wasn't long before Marx was woken up by the feeling of being watched. Marx groaned and looked around. Again, he didn't see anything in his darkly lit room. Marx nearly fell asleep when he heard a laugh. Marx shot up in bed and looked around.

"Good full mooning, Marx..." The Tear laughed, flying in from the window and walked over to Marx's bed. Marx shook his head, getting rid of any left over tiredness and looked up at The Tear. "Why did you wake me up..? In fact, why are you even here...?" Marx hissed. The Tear chuckled, "Oh my...did you forget that easy...?" The Tear asked. "Forget what...?" Marx asked, "I told you that when the moon was its fullest...I'd come back to talk to you...." The Tear recapped. "Right...." Marx said simply.

Light from the full moon shined into Marx's room, illuminating The Tear's tail. The tip of his tail looked bulbous and large. It appeared to be wrapped around something as big as Marx's hands. He tilted his hand and pointed at his tail. "Tear...? What's that...?" Marx asked. The Tear looked at his tail, moving it a bit. "I'll answer that soon enough...." He said before giggling and sitting down.

"My question is, is your brother and his friends still bullying you..?" The Tear asked. Marx nodded solemnly and showed The Tear his hands. His hands were blown through...with a bullet from a gun. Today, his brother had brought a gun to school and when everyone was gone, had shot both of Marx's hands and feet.

The Tear hummed with a small grin. "Well, I have a solution for that but real quick, allow me to heal your scarred hands..." The Tear said, wrapping his talons around his hands.

Marx nodded a thanks as The Tear healed his hands. After a few seconds, The Tear pulled away. Marx stared at his hands and sighed. "Thank you..." The Tear nodded, "Now then...." he grinned and placed his tail in Marx's healed hands and slowly unwrapped his tail, showing Marx what it had been wrapped around.

An...orb.....?

Marx tilted his head and carefully poked the orb. It sent a soft shock through Marx, causing him to squeak, flinching. Marx pulled his finger away from it quickly.

He looked up at The Tear, holding the orb in his hands with care. "Tear....what is this...?" Marx asked with a weary tone. "A little bit of my magic....use it on your brother to make him pay...." The Tear growled, suddenly losing the kind tone his voice once had. Marx was taken aback.

"P-Pay...? N-No...! You can't mean-!" The Tear cut Marx off. "Of course I do....kill him..." The Tear's eyes glowed a soft red as red pupils swirled and formed in the black pits that were The Tear's eyes. Marx flinched, staring into his eyes. "Wh-What!? N-No way! I can't kill him! He's my brother!" He looked down at the orb and held it with one hand.

"I-I'd have to be heartless to do that! F-F-F-Forget it! Take your stupid magic back! I-I don't want it anymore!" Marx hissed and threw the orb back at The Tear. "I'm not doing it!" Marx finished, crossing his arms and turning away.

The Tear growled, his pupils glitching a bit. "Who said you had a choice...?" The Tear hissed and picked back up the orb, approaching Marx with it. Marx turned to The Tear, fear shooting through Marx's viens. "St-Stay away from me!" Marx hissed and backed up, nearly falling off his bed. The Tear grinned and picked Marx up by the foot. Marx squirmed before noticing the door was wide open. Marx swung forward and kicked The Tear as hard as he could and made a run for it.

The Tear let out a scream and held his muzzle. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!! GET BACK HERE!" The Tear screeched and began to chase Marx. Marx ran as fast as he could, making sharp turn after sharp turn. He looked behind him. The Tear was right on his tail. "GET AWAY FROM ME!!" he cried before taking another sharp turn.

Eventually, Marx ran into an alleyway, panting softly as he figured he was now safe. Marx sighed before looking back only to see The Tear begin to come ever closer. Marx hiccuped and fell backward. "N-No! Get away from me! I don't want to kill my brother!" Marx cried as the black dragon cornered him up against the wall of where he had been beaten up earlier that day. The bricks were rough and coarse."Who said you had a choice?" The dragon repeated and came closer. Marx closed his eyes and turned away, knowing that this would probably be the end for him.

Marx screamed, falling to his knees and on his side, gripping his hat tightly. Pain exploded through his whole body as strange new power coursed through his whole body. "MAKE IT STOP!!" he screamed, thrashing around on the ground. The Tear only laughed, "Haven't you always wanted to be a cosmic jester!?" The Tear asked.

Marx flipped onto his stomach before scrambling to his feet. He tried to push past The Tear.

The Tear noticed this and hit back Marx to the wall, quickly trapping Marx inside an orb prison and stopping him from being able to call for help by wrapping strings around his mouth. Marx pounded on the walls as pain coursed through every inch of him. Black sparks began riveting across Marx's fur as his fangs and teeth sharpened, becoming as sharp as razors.

Marx fell backwards into a sit, trying to scream. Marx cried and screamed in pain. It hurt so much. Marx clutched his head, when he noticed the black sparks and lighting riveting through his fur. Marx froze as he stared at the sparks. "N-No..." he gasped, whimpering

He recognized this kind of energy now....

Umbrakinesis....

It had been outlawed and banned from ever being used on the planet again thanks to its planet destroying capabilities. Marx whimpered as the fur on his arms began to shrink away, now becoming faded yellow scales. The same yellow scales he had seen on his future self's arms.

The image flashed through his mind, tears fell from Marx's eyes. "No...!" Marx hiccuped and grabbed his head, his claws becoming sharper as he dug them into his head. Marx's eyes began to darken and turn deep red.

The pain in his body increased. Marx squeaked, covering his mouth as he tried not to scream. Strings wrapped around his wrists and ankles. "N-NO! PLEASE!!" he screamed and tried to run.

The pain only got worse as Marx tried to hold back a scream, whimpering loudly. He clenched his sharpened teeth before finally, he looked up at the sky and let out one last cry for help, hoping someone would help him.

Marx collapsed on the ground, huffing softly. It was finally over.... Marx watched as the orb began to fall apart around him, panting heavily. Marx whimpered and looked around. The Tear had disappeared. He sighed and tried to get up...but he couldn't. He was too weak...

Marx teared up, starting to cry as he laid there. The Tear...someone he thought he could trust...betrayed him. He fueled him with dangerous magic despite him being scared. Marx laid there before wrapping his arms around his head and sobbed into the ground. The pain in his whole body started to fade as he sniffled.

When Marx finally calmed down, using the wall as support, he got up and began to limp back home. He had to leave....he couldn't stay here or let people see the kind of monster he was soon to become.

Marx finally got home and went inside, forcing himself to walk up the steps and into his room. It was dark in his room, the only thing lighting it up was a small, dying nightlight and the moon outside.

Marx turned to his backpack, which lay on the ground, before slowly grabbing his backpack and emptying it of all his school stuff. He began to pack up all his stuff like his notebooks, a few books, a photo of his family and his special cat stuffie.

Marx forced out a heavy sigh and grabbed his backpack, putting it on and leaving the room with his stuff. He hissed, stumbling down the steps. Marx limped out into the middle of his street and fell to his knees, feeling completely drained of energy. He couldn't go on...he felt so..drained...tired...dying.

Marx could feel his body begin to shut down as he slowly closed his eyes. He felt strings slowly wrap around his wrists and ankles. He slowly looked up at the strings. "Wh....what...?" he whimpered, wavering. "One last thing little one...~" The Tear chuckled softly and brought him to his feet. The Tear forced him to walk back inside his house and grab a knife. "Pl-Plese...d-don't..make me..." Marx huffed out before being forced upstairs and into Kamsin's room.

Dark thoughts stirred in his mind, chanting loudly for him to get his revenge...for him to kill Kamsin. Marx kicked open the door. Kamsin woke up with a confused hum. "Mmmm...M-Marx...?" Kamsin growled as Marx walked over, holding the knife.

Quickly, Marx grabbed Kamsin by the throat, causing him to gag. Marx giggled darkly before raising the knife. "Good...night dear brother...." Marx grinned before stabbing Kamsin in the neck repeatedly, ultimately killing him. Blood splashed on Marx. He froze before his hand went to the blood on his cheek.

Warm...beautiful...warm crimson blood...a-and...it wasn't his..finally...

Marx slowly licked the blood off his new claws, enjoying its taste. He giggled softly and soon...he started to cackle, his inner rage finally being released and causing him to feel...complete. Marx grinned as he walked back into the bright moonlight, gripping the knife tightly.

"Marx....? I-Is that you..?" his mother's voice spoke from behind him. Marx froze up as he slowly turned to face her. "M-Mom...?" Marx whimpered, snapping out of his trance. Marx stepped back when his mom tried to hug him. "N-No! St-Stay back! I-I'm a monster!" Marx cried before feeling those familiar strings wrap tightly around his neck. He gagged and held his throat.

His mom gasped, staring at the demon behind Marx. "Y-YOU!" his mother screamed. "It was only a matter of time before I corrupted your sweet little Marx, Linzly..." The Tear chuckled, scratching Marx slightly under the chin. His mom was frozen in fear, staring at Marx's glowing red eyes. "Goodbye....~" The Tear giggled and disappeared, bringing Marx with him. The last thing Marx saw was his mom trying to grab Marx's hand as The Tear flew up into the air and teleported away.

A few hours later...

Marx gasped as he woke up in what looked like an infinite abyss that stretched on forever. Marx groaned and rubbed his head and looked around. White dots filled his vision as he looked around. The said abyss looked beautiful....white dots were spread out all over the place, and strands of blues and purples and all sorts of colors surrounded Marx.

He was overcome by its beauty, smiling a bit as he looked around. He liked this place....it was quiet...and peaceful. "Where am I? That's so peaceful?" He asked himself. "Welcome to Space, Marx..." The Tear piped up again.

The Tear's voice sent Marx into a panicked state. "T-TEAR!" he gasped, struggling to turn around. "Yes..." The Tear chuckled and floated up to Marx. Marx whimpered and turned away. "D-Don't hurt me! O-Or do whatever you have planned for me!" Marx hissed. "Y-You've d-done enough to me!" he snarled before covering his mouth. His voice was...darker, more growly in tone.

"Anyways....welcome to space Marx..." The Tear chuckled darkly. Marx was put back into a calm trance by The Tear....seemingly being controlled once more. "Space...? Is this...." "Yes...you'll get to explore this WHOLE place! Infinite silence and peace....that stretches on forever...!" The Tear exclaimed. Marx muttered a wow under his breath and looked around once.

That's when he noticed something...He was floating in front of a giant sphere. "Tear...? I-Is that....?" Marx trailed off. "Yes....it's your home planet....why don't we destroy it...?" The Tear suggested, putting his talons on Marx's shoulder. Marx's eyes widened as a shiver went through him. "Destroy it...? You certainly don't mean-" The Tear smiled. "Course I do...I don't lie about destruction....." The Tear hissed. Marx looked down at his hands as black sparks built up in his hands. "B-But....I'd be wiping out a whole planet! Hundreds of species that have their own lives too! People I know and love!" Marx stated. The Tear frowned, growling a bit.

"Alright...what about Kamsin? Did you care for him?" The Tear asked. "Yes....h-he was my brother!" "What about his friends? Do you care about them?" The Tear asked. "Y-Yes.... something's just probably going on at home!" Marx stated, The Tear scoffed. "What about that principal? He never helped you when you needed it!" "He was always busy!" Marx shot back. The Tear growled. "WHO HERE ON THIS PLANET EVER HELPED YOU WHEN YOU NEEDED IT MOST!?" The Tear screeched.

Marx sat there, taking in the question.

No one ever tried to help him. He was always alone....his mom and Dan tried...but not enough...

Marx muttered under his breath quietly, "no....one...." The Tear smiled widely. "My point exactly...don't you see...? You have a reason to destroy this place...It'd be.....the ultimate revenge!" Marx thought about it. His umbrakinesis flared uncontrollably in his fists. Marx stared down at his palms but...he refused at the last second, turning away and closing his fists, ignoring the stinging pain that his magic was causing.

"No...I-I can't...This is my home....people live here an-" The Tear suddenly grabbed him with his claws, "I DO NOT CARE IF THESE PEOPLE HAVE LIVES! YOU ARE WAY TOO SYMPATHETIC! YOU NEED TO BE SHOWN WHAT THE UNIVERSE IS REALLY LIKE!" The Tear screeched and rushed into his chest. Marx screamed and gripped his chest.

He gripped his hat shortly before The Tear took control over his body. The Tear immediately started using Marx's new magic, checking to see it work before flying down to his planet.

"No...NO!" Marx shouted in desperation, trying to stop The Tear from obliterating and destroying everything he's ever known. The Tear charged up Marx's new magic. He laughed as he charged into the ground, stopping at the last second and slamming a humongous energy orb to the ground.

Marx cried and tried to regain control but....it was already too late....multiple giant cracks splintered across the planet's surface and shattered it into hundreds of pieces. Marx was flown back up into space to see the results.

Marx regained control. "NO!" Marx cried. Marx watched cracks form in the mantle shortly before it gave way, blowing up and just like that......

Everything Marx ever knew....was gone.... He stared longingly at the broken pieces. Tears swelled in the corners of his eyes before he started crying. Marx flew into the middle of the debris. "M-Mom....D-Dad..." Marx croaked out through the pain in his heart and throat, looking around, as if hoping they had survived the explosion.

"D-Dan....! Ka.....Kamsin....!" Marx croaked out again, continuing to call out names as they appeared in his head. "S-SOMEONE!!" he screamed, "ANYONE!!" he screamed once more...but as the famous saying goes: In space...no one can hear you scream.

Marx reached into his backpack and pulled out a stuffed animal that always helped him calm down but it didn't work....the pain was too much. His tears floated worthlessly around the space around him.

Marx began to tire out from all the crying before he continued to try and find any survivors.

He wished he had never found that hallway of mirrors....he wished he had never grabbed that cloth...he wished for......revenge....

A deep, bottled up anger awoke inside of him. His eyes shot open as they glowed brightly. He threw his stuffed animal away from him and wiped his tears. "If this is what the universe had planned for me....If this is who I was meant to be..." he hissed and turned back to the debris of his planet. He turned away, anger and rage bubbling up inside him as he looked out into the infinite stretch of space.

His magic started to get to him. "Then I don't come what comes my way....I will destroy it....If I can't have a home...If all I was made for is destruction....then I'LL SHOW EVERYONE WHAT I WENT THROUGH!" He screeched and his magic flared up again. Marx looked down at his hands and opened his clenched fists, his magic immediately calmed down.

Marx reached into his backpack and began to search through it. He didn't know what he was searching for in his backpack until he finally saw them. A pair of white burlap gloves and shimmering red bowtie. Marx laughed. What would he need these for? Why did he pack them?

....To make the residents of whatever planet he was destroying feel stupid about being destroyed by a clown. A jester to be more accurate. Marx slipped on the gloves and was able to fit the bowtie under his head. Marx giggled at the thought of destruction. His new magic swirled about in his mind, corrupting his heart, soul and mind.

"Oh and I made sure you wouldn't feel lonely out here in this lonely place..." The Tear said. "What..?" Marx responded, quite annoyed by The Tear's constant want for him to suffer. The Tear handed him a container with some kind of smoke inside of it. "I found the smoke lurking around a planet when I was looking for you.....I could just tell that the two of you would get along well....especially after hearing what he had to say....turns out that he is quite powerful....well...judging by the picture I saw in front of me. Blood was everywhere and it looked like the aftermath of a party..." The Tear stated.

Marx looked down at the container and placed a firm grip on the lid. "His name.....is Umbrako...." The Tear started with a smile as Marx opened the container and the smoke flew out in the form of....him with a venomous barbed tail and wings. Marx looked at Umbrako with amazement.

Umbrako slowly opened his eyes and looked down at Marx with what looked like curiosity. He tilted his head. "Is this who you were talking about...?" Umbrako asked. "Is this Marx....?" Umbrako asked. The Tear nodded.

Umbrako smiled and wrapped around Marx, surprising him. "So this is my new host!?" Umbrako said happily as he wrapped tighter around Marx. "No, not a host....not unless he agrees to it," Umbrako stuck his tongue out at what The Tear had said and let go of Marx. Marx gasped from how tightly Umbrako had wrapped around him. Marx looked at Umbrako when Umbrako glitched, his figure becoming misshapen suddenly. "Umbrakinesis....we have the same magic....that'll make us even more powerful combined together...." Umbrako explained, seemingly amazed by the fact Marx had Umbrakinesis. "I can already tell we're gonna have tons of fun together...." Umbrako smiled.

Marx smiled back and allowed Umbrako to ram into his chest, possessing him....but he didn't feel any different. He tilted his head and looked at his hand. "Umbrako...? What're you-" Suddenly...his magic began to go crazy, flaring up extremely badly, Marx didn't even notice the pain in his arms. Marx was just panicked as his hands instinctively rushed to his head.

Marx closed his eyes and when he opened them...two new wings sat in replacement of his arms. They looked rather bulky and would be more of a bother than anything but...then he felt something clawing deep inside his throat.

Marx hissed loudly, trying to get whatever it was, out. As soon as he opened his mouth, however, a humongous beam came out.

Marx sat in silence for a second but then he smiled widely. He wrapped his wings around him and when he uncurled, four blades shot out and twirled back towards him, disappearing immediately.

These powers would take a while to get used to but fuck did they feel amazing. Marx moved the claws on his wings some and then realized he could move his wings quite well. He flapped his wings some, lifting up a bit. He turned towards some asteroids and slashed his claws towards them. They didn't stand a chance!

Marx smiled widely and decided to put his wings away. It came naturally to him now. Marx smiled and was about to fly off when The Tear handed him one last thing....a book. Marx looked at the book and looked through it. A place called Dreamland eh? Well.... Marx would have to visit that place at some point...Marx grinned.

He looked out into the endless stretch of space that surrounded him. He looked back at the ruins of his home. "They were weak....they had no idea what true power was...and yet...they had banned it from the planet....tch what cowards...." Marx giggled before flying away from the ruins of his home, cackling to himself at the idea of destroying everything....

So that's my interpretation of how Manga Marx became who he is today, hope y'all enjoyed! Bye~!

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"P-Please....someone...any....one...." Marx's weak voice cried out as he sat alone in a cage The Tear placed him in. He didn't like it here...it was so dark. So...c-cold...

Marx shivered, wrapping his clawless paws around himself. He wanted out.

A dark corruption had taken over HIS body and was acting as though it was its body.

Marx was scared. His light blue eyes glowed dim in the dark as a few, tiny tears welled up in his eyes. He sniffled and wiped them away before snapping to attention upon hearing a soft chuckle in the dark.

"Hello...me..." the voice chuckled as a shadowy creature approached the cage. Marx instinctively stepped back, fearful of them. They chuckled again before gripping the bars. "How have you been, hmm? Suffering I presume?" they asked, tilting their head.

"I-I-It's none of your business, you possessive corruption!" Marx hissed, stepping forward. "Hmhm...been waiting for that fierceness for a long while.." Marx curled up again, whimpering. "Sh-Shut up!" Marx hissed, trying to hold in tears. The shadow chuckled again.

"I d-demand you give me back my body!" Marx hissed. "Your...body? YOUR body? Oh please! Like I'd EVER give up this WONDERFUL BODY!! It has so much potential for destruction and a better life than the utterly pathETIC life you were leading before..." the shadow giggled before its shadowy colors disappeared, being replaced with Marx's current form. "I mean, LOOK at these wonderful changes..~! I think this body of yours looks great with this jester attire..." he chuckled softly.

"After all...this is what you've always wanted, yes? To be a cosmic jester? To not be afraid of getting beat up anymore?" He laughed again.

"SH-SHUT UP!!" Marx screamed and nearly tackled them. He quickly stepped back as Marx slammed face first into the bars and stumbled back. "Anyways...I'll see you later...see if you've become accepting of your fate yet...." The shadow smiled and disappeared.

Marx whimpered before he curled up and softly, he started crying...

And that was his fate...to be locked away forever in that cell in his mind...never allowed control over his own damn body...

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