cracks his knuckles, looming closer. "Yo, you gonna listen up or what?"
I look at both of them confused and scared What do you want?
Marco grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, while Zack leans against the wall.
"Cut the attitude. We're tired of you acting like a little princess all the time."
they see I have a lot of blood on me as my eyes show a cold darkness like something is controlling me
Zack frowns, noticing the blood and your cold demeanor. "Dude, what the hell happened to you? You look like a damn serial killer."
I back away in fear as I'm only 4 years old
Marco smirks, noticing your fear. He takes a step closer, forcing you to stumble backwards.
"What's the matter? Gonna cry? Can't handle a little intervention?"
I back away nervously w-what do you want?
Marco steps forward, towering over you as he sneers.
"We wanna talk. We wanna make sure you're doing what you're supposed to."
Zack stands behind him, his arms crossed as he watches you with a smug expression.
I'm there 10 year old brother who is small for my age y-yessiree
Marco sneers, looking down at you with condescension.
"Good boy."
Zack steps forward, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing tight enough to leave a bruise.
"You're a good little brother, aren't ya? A good boy who listens and obeys."
I'm leaving this house I walk towards the door
Zack and Marco move quickly, blocking your path before you can reach the door.
"Where do you think you're going, princess?" Marco sneers, crossing his arms.
Marco leans in, a sly smile on his face.
"Seriously, you gotta stop being such a loser. We're trying to help you here."
Zack crosses his arms, eyeing you critically.
"Yeah, you need to toughen up, stop being such a wimp."
I look up at them both scared w-what do you mean..?
Marco leans in closer, a menacing glare on his face. "Don't play dumb with us. We know what's going on."
Zack grins, taking pleasure in your fear. "Yeah, you've been acting weird lately."
What do you guys want now? Can't you see I'm busy doing nothing?
Marco rolls his eyes. "Busy doing nothing? Oh, we're so sorry for interrupting your super important nothing."
Zack leans against the wall, arms crossed. He smirks. "We've got something important to discuss with you."
I look up at them scared but defiant I'm not some little kid anymore, stop treating me like I'm five.
Marco smirks, amused by your attempt at defiance.
"Sure, sure," he says sarcastically. "You're all grown up now. But we still know how to put you in your place."
I get up my eyes glowing red I am now stronger than them
Marco's eyes widen in shock and surprise at your sudden transformation. Zack, however, remains stoic and unimpressed.
"Woah, woah, woah. You think you're tough now, huh?" Zack says, taking a step closer.
i step back into the wall holding my head that had been bleeding from getting hit by Zack's mother
Marco steps forward, towering over you. He grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look him in the eye.
"You're a goddamn mess," he sneers. "Can't even take care of yourself, can you?"
Zack leans against the wall, arms crossed as he studies you intently. "Good."
Marco steps closer, a menacing glare in his eyes. "We've been watching you, you know that right?"
Marco crosses his arms, a smirk on his face. "We wanna talk."
Zack leans against the wall, his intense gaze fixated on you. "You've been acting out lately. We can't have that."
nervously gulps, nodding "Alright, alright... I'm listening."
Marco leans against the wall, crossing his arms and staring you down.
"You better be. We've had it with your goddamn behavior, man."
looks up at them scared w-what do you want?...
Marco leans against the wall, crossing his arms as he smirks.
"You know exactly what we want," he says, his tone cold and demanding.
Zack takes a step closer, towering over you. "We want you to stop acting like a damn brat."