"Though, I don't have much understanding and have hurt people because of it, I have one thing that you don't," said Miguel, in the interrogation room.
"And what is that?" Asked Tyrone, snivelling.
"I still have respect: For everyone, including you."
"Hm..." said Tyrone, picking his teeth. "Alright, alright. Looks like Miguel Azral is finally feeling offended."
"I am. You killed all those people."
"Yeah. And it's your fault. You're such a whiny baby. Fuck, man! Dude... Like, you seriously need professional help."
"You're insane."
"Remember back then...? You used to have panic attacks every week so the school decided to make an academic break. Why would Anna go for that?"
"Because unlike you, I still have self-respect."
"Oh, please. I was a God before all this happened. All this... bullshit of you being the chosen one."
"It WAS bullshit."
"Then what are you trying to prove? You've always been the loser, Miguel. I'm the main character. You're just some sad side character who became the villain."
"Are you seriously that delusional?"
Tyrone shrugs and smirks. "I'm not wrong."
"No. You very much are. You killed children, pregnant women, the elderly..."
"So?" smiled Tyrone. "It's because of you. You made me kill them. I wanted you to care about what we have!"
"And that is?"
"Me... crushing you..." Tyrone said, psychotically as Miguel looked down, slowly. "Me... defeating you... Me... killing you... Making you suffer. And enjoying it. I'll make you feel small... worthless."
"What happened to you, Tyrone?"
"A lot of straws, Miguel. Endless piles of haystacks... But that one last straw, one last straw, and you just wanna..." Tyrone clenches his fists. "Worst part is you gotta kill me... Which would end the fun... But I think that's the point of what-..." he points to himself and Miguel repeatedly. "-we... have... You make me feel alive, Miguel... I am nothing without you. And you, me."
"You're garbage. What do you want? Money? Anna? My kids!? WHAT!?!?"
"You complete me..." said Tyrone, smiling psychotically.
"Why did you kill all those people?"
"To get to you! Why don't you GET IT!?!? OH, WOW, OH, WOW, OH, WOW!!! YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT!!!" he yelled singsongy with a strange and bizarre voice crack. "GET READY FOR THE GRAND FINALE!!!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked Miguel. "FIne. Be that way. How do you come back anyway?"
"GRAND FINALE!!!" he laughed.
Miguel locks the doors in.
The others try to open it but Beatle stops them.
"Beatle," said Anna. "Beatle. They'd kill each other."
Miguel beats Tyrone as Tyrone laughs. Miguel hammers his fist into Tyrone's face. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?!?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I AM A GOD, MIGUEL!!!"
Miguel beats him over and over. "TELL ME!!!"
"What makes me tick, tick, tiktiktiktiktiktik goes the Assssss-Wang... WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
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"SHUT UP!!!" Miguel growled as he clenched his jaw and bared his fangs.
"I don't know, Miguel. Maybe because I'm a cockroach... I just won't die... Maybe... Ooh let's make this a game!"
Miguel beats Tyrone. Miguel stops.
"Hm... Okay! What keeps us alive, Miguel?"
"I'm guessing Mac..."
"ENGK!!! Wrong... You gotta BEAT ME MORE!!!"
Miguel sneers. "Happy to." He beats him over and over.
Anna turns into strings but something is blocking the vents. "BEATLE!!! LET US IN!!! HE CAN'T KILL ANYONE LIKE THIS!!! NOT MY MIGUEL!!!"
Beatle sighs. "No."
Miguel beats him. "HOW!?!?"
"I can't die, Miguel. I am... a roach... I cannot die... I never... die... Take my blood... sprinkle it on 'em, they get to live forever..."
"EXCUSE YOU!?!?"
"Yes... As long as I'm here... they can keep comin' BACK!!! Oh, how wonderful!" he yelled, voice cracking and almost singsongy in a very unnatural and unsettling way. "Oh, huwow!!!"
"Just because you're fuckin' 5'11" and can play basketball... white skin... You think you're a god? You're a murderer, Tyrone."
"IT'S... 'UNDYING!!!' I AM UNDYING!!!"
"AND I DON'T CARE!!!" Miguel unleashes his claws as Beatle teleports into the room and catches his clawed fist.
"That's enough," said Beatle.
Miguel just stares down at Tyrone.
'Miguel..." said Tyrone. "I know you want to dig that shit in my face... Do it..." he sneered.
Miguel keeps staring at him.
"Miguel. Thin ice. Thin ice. C'mon, kid. You don't want another controversy."
"I don't give a fuck," Miguel growled. "He tried to kill my daughter."
"And you killed two of his friends. C'mon, Miguel," said Beatle. "You won't kill him, anyway. It isn't... worth it."
Tyrone just kept laughing and laughing.
Beatle looks sternly.
Miguel instantly turns into Wrathful Faith and tries to take a jab before Beatle swiftly hammered his fist into the back of Miguel's head, knocking Miguel out as he drags him out of the room.
Beatle stares at Tyrone and stretches his back, before sitting down and grunting. "Ugh... My back..."
Tyrone laughs. "So, you're Beatle. The Messiah that never was." Tyrone just keeps laughing and laughing, but Beatle stares at him.
Beatle kept on staring at him, unmoved and merely intricately observing him.
"I enjoyed Anna. Our experience... shared... in every universe."
Beatle just stares at him.
"Okay... What is this? Is this how you speak with people?"
Beatle kept on staring.
"Yeah, okay, Miguel."
Beatle sighs. "Do not use my slave name."
"MIGUEL, MIGUEL, MIGUEL, MIGUEL, MIGUEL!!!" laughed Tyrone.
Beatle kept on staring.
"You're not very fun," frowned Tyrone.
"Look... I know you're supposed to be bootleg Joker or some shit... But this association has no time for you. You're literally a Budget Dragon Ball Villain. A Humorous Glinda-the-Good-Witch complexed moron who thinks he deserves to be the hero but is actually most definitely just a loser who has too much time in his hands. There are better things to do, y'know?"
Tyrone's nose twitches angrily.
"Like... I dunno... Basketball... Because fight Miguel again... We all know what you're best at."
"WHICH IS!!?"
"Losing."
Tyrone tries punching Beatle but Beatle dodges and hammers his fist into Tyrone's stomach, causing him to sit back down on his chair, puking blood.
"And you took that personally," Beatle sighs. "Lemme tell you something. My Tyrone lost to me, too. And guess what, dumbass. God rest his Soul since he died a hero... But here's a little secret. (I enjoy what he and I had. Not him beating me or bullying me all the time... But me winning... while the world... including Anna, watches what a little bitch you were. Every loathing second of it. So, Bibingka, Bitch.)" Beatle lets go and Tyrone feels utterly humiliated. "Attack my protege again or our family, and you'd be sorry, Insect."
Tyrone roars and beats Beatle's face, as blood splatters out from his fists and knuckles each time he struck. "YOU ARE NOTHING!!! YOU WILL NEVER AMUSE ME!!!"
"That's not on me."
Tyrone beats him over and over, but Beatle is unfazed.
"Tell me... What are you?"
"I'LL NEVER TALK!!! WHY. AREN'T. YOU, LAUGHING!?!?"
Beatle stares at Tyrone. "What a wonderful smell mahogany has..."
"GOD-!!!" Tyrone roars.
"Look, lil bro-..."
Tyrone grabs his mouth and claws at it, but Beatle is unfazed and Tyrone's fingers shatter. "I remember... I tried to stand up for my classmates... because Miguel is so fucking weird... He said... he wanted to die... Harming himself... I said that it wasn't my fault... Instead of writing an
incident report about me bullying him... harassing him... He just... gave me a hug the day after... And laughed it off...THAT INSOLENT SMILE!!!" Tyrone spits out. "HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN ME!?!? YOU ALL DO!!!"
"I think you got spinach in your teeth."
Tyrone licks his teeth.
"Ha! Made ya do it!"
Tyrone growls and kicks Beatle over and over, spitting on him. "You disgusting Human being. You... think you have moral ascendancy... FUCK!!! AAAAAH!!!"
"Bruv... Are you crying?" laughed Beatle.
Tyrone is indeed crying as he beats Beatle.
"Oh my God... Like a bitch!" laughed Beatle.
Tyrone sobs. "Nau... Nau Am NOT!!!"
"Whooooa... Holy shit!" laughed Beatle. "Y'know... Years ago I learned why my Anna, Sabbath, fell for you."
"Huh?"
"She loves weak and cute things. You're honestly so... pathetic right now it's almost weak and cute. It''s sad. It really is..." said Beatle, sighing. "I always loved Sabbath. But she chose um... you. Because you're the stronger and cuter one... I was the superior one. I always was... It's her weird-ass kink to enjoy loving the weak. That's just it," sneered Beatle. "You're her second choice. You're her real second choice when I'm not around."
"SHUT UP!!!"
"Then how are you 'undying?'"
"I DON'T KNOW!!! I DON'T KNOW, OKAY!?!?" asked Tyrone. He falls to his knees. "Just... get me outta here."
Beatle sighs. "But part of you knows why. Why do you think this is the case?"
"Because I wasn't infected by the Splooge. I was experimented... by the Pantheon."
Beatle smirks. "Now we're getting somewhere..."