"ARRIBA ARRIBA, BITCH!!!" yelled Mister Macho, who jumps up and stomps on Dylan the Dodo's head.
Dylan shoots feathers and pecks at Mister Macho. "YAH!!! HYA!!! YAH!! IT'S! DODO TIME!!!"
"What the HELL is going on out here!?" growled Beatle.
Mister Macho shoots cacti all over Dylan who screams in pain.
"What... the Hell are two video game characters doing in Miguel Azral's palace!?"
"Arriba, bitch! It is I, Mister Macho! Arriba! Andale! Andale-!!!"
"Stop talkin' like that and talk normally."
"Alright, fine," said Mister Macho, speaking in perfect American accent. "How do you do? I would like to complain something about THAT FUCKIN' BIRD OVER THERE!!!"
Dylan the Dodo squawks. "Bra urgh!!! Kuti kuti! Bitch, I'm tired of yo sick ass racist Mexican portrayal!!!"
"Yeah! Says the guy who spends time killing EUROPEAN SETTLERS!!!"
"Europeans are GENOCIDAL WHO TOOK OUT MY ENTIRE-?!!!"
"HEY!!! We will not tolerate discrimination in this establishment!" yelled Beatle.
Dylan squawks violently.
"Yeah, that's right, squawk all ya like, I'll TURN YOU INTO A FUCKIN' TURKEY DINNER!!!"
"What is your complaint about?" sighed Beatle.
"Copyright settlement," they both said together.
Beatle facepalms. "Fuck."
"Okay..." said Beatle, typing into his laptop. "Talk... What made you want to bring this to court?"
"Well, for uh... one thing..." said Mister Macho. "There was this whole drug cartel thing-..."
Beatle's eyes narrowen. "What drug cartel thing?"
"Lemme finish..." said Macho. "I was collecting Nachoes as per usual, and then I got to this fortune cookie that says apparently, there's this ENTIRE FRANCHISE IN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MULTIVERSE meant to be this knock off bastard of mine-!!!"
"Drug cartel. Keep talking."
"LEMME FINISH!!! Yeah... We ended up getting told by this RANDOM DRUG CARTEL CLOWN MAN selling Splooge to us, (there, you happy?) tipped us both at the same time about each other's existence."
"Splooge?" asked Beatle. "Who tipped you?"
"I dunno. Guy with a silly clown costume. Smelled like death. Called 'imself MacJovial."
"MacJovial's dead. That isn't possible. The Reaper killed him."
"Well, he's alive! Doesn't make sense, does it, hm?"
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Beatle sighs.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Macho.
"Placing you both under witness protection," said Beatle.
Dylan squawks in fear. "Why?"
"Because you two are being used by Morningstar Prime for who knows what."
"Prime? You mean the crime boss!?" asked Macho.
"You know a lot of crime bosses," said Dylan.
"Yeah. Takes one to know one, y'know?" smiled Macho.
"Just shut up... Both of you... You're going to be protected under the Versejumpers, alright?"
"The what?"
"A team assembled by Prometheus. Just stay quiet and pay attention as much as you can to those dumbasses, got it?" asked Beatle.
"Uh... alright. I don't need your protection. I am under protection by the Maharlican government, y'know that?"
"I am the Maharlican government. I don't think you understand. Things just got very real very fast. A person who is known to praise Morningstar Prime wants us to react to this. Like dangling keys. So, I'm just placing your life under protection. You're bait. Got it?"
Dylan squawks.
"You'll see them in a second..." said Beatle, sighing. He calls Reaper. "Mhm. Yeah... Bigger than we thought. Guess who?"
Meanwhile...
The Reaper decapitates a demon. "I SAID WHO!?!?"
"MacJovial."
"He's dead. Could be an imperonsator."
"Negative. My truth sense says otherwise."
"Shit... Multiverse, huh?"
"Mhm..."
"So... another MacJovial, hm?"
"Yep... Good luck, kid..." Beatle sighs. "I know... that he isn't exactly your favorite person in the world..."
"I know... This alter could be dangerous. I'll work on it, alright?"
"One last thing."
"Hm?"
"He's our variant."
"A Miguel who became a MacJovial?"
"Yes. He must be the Fool Major Arcana card... Be weary."
The Reaper sighs. "Okay." He shuts off the transmission.
The Reaper, later, prepares his flames to enter the warehouse. "Always with the warehouses..." He enters the scene to see this time, instead of regular adults, children's bodies floating in the ceiling like balloons. They're all faceless and limp.
The Reaper is disgusted by this version of MacJovial, realizing the implications of this. He takes out his scythe and activates flames around its blade.
The Reaper charges into action, only for him to hear laughter in every corner of the area.
He sees a man in a clown mascot suit as he charges, screaming and cackling proceeding to beat the Reaper to the ground.
The man is the alternate MacJovial. MacJovial cackles, revealing he is an undead zombie in the suit with cybernetic enhancements, screaming and cackling as he beats Reaper to the ground. "Oh, Miguel, Miguel... How quaint... I remember when my version of Death Leopard... Tyrone... used to have such a laugh in his heart..."
The Reaper, pinned to the wall, kicks the wall and pushes MacJovial, slamming him to the other end and breaks free.
The Reaper beats him over and over only for MacJovial to hammer his fists into Reaper's face.
"Your weakness, Reaper... is you still think you're abiding a code of morality... You're a murderer.... That idea..." MacJovial strangles the Reaper. "...suffocates you... Doesn't it feel good? It'll keep eating, and eating, and eating... Until there's nothing left that'll hold you back... Do it... Be the animal, Reaper."
The Reaper beats MacJovial who warps out an ax and tries hammering it into the Reaper's face, who blocks it and beats him down.
The Reaper growls and beats him over and over.
"You really think you make sense, Reaper?"
The Reaper hammers his fist into his mask, denting it.
"Gods don't choose, Reaper. They demand. Demand what you want! TEAR THAT MORALITY TO BLOODY PIECES!!! YES!!! Place every inhumane torture onto my body. Show the world what you really are, Aswang Hunter!"
"I only hunt the bad ones."
"What is 'bad'? A callous lie told by restrained animals? HM!?!?"
The Reaper strangles him and breathes heavily, sweating, shaking angrily.
"Yes... Enjoy it... Enjoy it, Reaps... Heheheheheheheh... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
The Reaper beats Mac over and over, burning him alive and angrily beats them.
MacJovial extinguishes the flames. "Kill me, Reaps... Show the world what you really are..."
"That being?" The Reaper's nose twitches.
"A murderer. Killer. Let the world pay for rejecting you... Let them see what you can become... I remember. Anne leaving us for Tyrone... I remember how it felt. How did you feel? The difference is that I did something about it. What about you."
The Reaper pulls away and punches him before dragging him.
"Morality makes you weak... It keeps you from being what you are. An animal. Just like everyone else."
"You're going to jail. Mac."
"Why? You killed the other Mac."
"Self-defense. Not vengeance."
"No... I'm pretty sure it was vengeance. Heheheheheheheheh..."