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—300 Years Later—

The scene takes place in the snowy cliffs of the North Pole, a large block of ice was placed on top of a table. Inside an office sitting down in a chair, is an immense man; tall, buff, and a little rotund. He has bright blue eyes, thick black eyebrows and a long white beard and mustache was currently in the middle of carving ice prototypes. The words "NAUGHTY" and "NICE" tattooed on each of his forearm.

"Still waiting for cookies!" He called out in a russian accent.

To children, he's the lovable Santa Claus, but to his friends he's simply called, 'North.'

North grabbed a tiny hammer and was slowly chipping away at the ice, until it was shaped like a toy train. He lit the train on a track made of ice and watched it run down the track. Some elves with pointy hats came up next to him with a plate of cookies.

One elf pointed to the plate, making the other spit out cookie crumbs. "Ah, finally." He took one and ate it. "Mmm~" he hums in satisfaction. He then laughed with glee as he watched the train fly off the track and into the air. It flew around the room.

The moment was halted when until it got close to the door and a yeti opened it, smashing the train.

"Ah!" North exclaimed.

"Ooh!" The yeti gasped.

"How many times have I told you to knock?" North scolded. The yeti then babbling something in gibberish. North's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What? The Globe?"

Little Elves gathered around the giant globe that had thousands of glowing lights on it. North impatiently stormed his way through the elves milling about, saying, "Shoo, shoo with your pointy heads. Why are you always under boot?"

He stood in front of the Globe, watching in horror as large groups of believers began to swiftly disappear. "What is this?" He murmured. "Have you check the axis. Is rotation off?" He demanded.

But then a gust of wind blew throughout the room the globe and it was covered in black sand. The sand rose up and took the form of a tall shadowy figure. "No...can it be?" He wondered.

Narrowing his eyes, North turned to one of his elves, "Dingle, make preparations. We are going to have company."

North grasped a handle, twisted, and pressed down. Iridescent lights began glowing on the Globe and spiraled upwards. The Northern Lights then expanded in the sky and spread in five directions.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the world, a small hummingbird-like fairy was hovering over a sleeping girl before diving under his pillow to collect a tooth and leave a coin before the child wakes up.

The fairy then flew off to Southeast Asia, where a beautiful palace stood to add it to the collection. The little fairy placed the tooth she had in a special box before flying away. Other little fairies were at a machine that distributed a coin to put under children's pillows.

Toothiana, or known as The Tooth Fairy, is a human and hummingbird hybrid. She has tan skin and violet eyes. Instead of clothes, feathers cover her entire body; she has feathers on her head that are hanging low to her shoulders resembling hair. Around her wrists and ankles are golden feathers resemble bracelets and anklets, as well as gold "earring" feathers on either side of her head.

She also has long, drappery feathers that start at her waist line and end at her knees, giving the appearance of a skirt or dress.

"Des Moines, we've got a cuspid at 23 Maple. Head out!" The Tooth Fairy commanding everyone on where to go. "Wait! It's her first tooth. Have you ever seen a more adorable lateral incisor in all of your life? Look how she flossed!" She looked around at the rest of her fairies joyfully, her feathers puffing out in excitement.

A couple of fairies directed her attention to the sky and she gasped when she saw the northern lights. She immediately flew off, with a handle of fairies following after her.

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"My fellow Guardians, it is our job to watch over the children of the world. And keep them safe. To bring them wonder, hopes, and dreams. So I have called all of you here for one reason and one reason only: The children are in danger."

In another part of the world; in Rio de Janeiro, a string of bright golden sand was hovering over a sleeping little girl, creating a dream of sunshine and rainbows. The string of sand led to a giant cloud in the center of the sky.

Standing on that cloud was a tall handsome golden individual, preferably 6'6 standing on a giant cloud on golden sand sending out good dreams to all the children of the world.

He's garbed in an outfit made of Dreamsand appearing as a night robe. His hair, slicked and vaguely clownish, is golden and short, styled into five points, and glitters like his sand. He also has tiny feet and light golden brown eyes.

His given name is Sanderson Mansnoozie, better known as the Sandman.

The Sandman was just finishing spreading dreams to this town, when he saw North's message. He gathered up his sand, shaping it into an airplane, and flew in the direction of the Lights.

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"An enemy we have kept at bay for centuries has finally decided to strike back. We alone can stop him."

Down below underground, a gray blur shot through the tunnels, quickly making his way to the North Pole. A giant creature with giant ears and a small fluffy tail. The tunnel opened up at the North Pole, and the creature hopped out.

And last but not least, E. Aster Bunnymund, better known as The lovable Easter Bunny.

He is a Pooka; an alien rabbit-like species that stands six foot and one inch tall, with grayish-blue fur, flower-like imprints on both his forehead and shoulders, and bright emerald-green eyes. He wears leather bracers set with orange stones, a single-strap holster with which he carries his boomerangs, and leather wrappings on his feet.

"Oh, it's freezing!" He complained in an australian accent as he rushed towards the workshop. "Oh I can't feel my feet! I can't feel my feet!" The Easter Bunny arrived about a minute after Tooth, and just before Sandy.

"This better be good North," he grumbled.

North just ignored him. "Sandy," he greeted. "Thank you for coming."

Since Sandy is mute, he made signs above his head showing that he was busy spreading dreams right now.

"I know, I know, but I obviously wouldn't have called you here unless it was serious." Tooth shushed her fairies as she listened to North explain. "The Boogeyman was here. At the Pole," he announced.

"Pitch? Pitch Black? Here?" Tooth asked, confused.

"Yes. There was black sand covering the globe."

Bunny came up behind him. "What do you mean 'black sand'?"

"And, a shadow."

Now Bunny was the confused one. "Hold on, hold on. I thought you said you saw Pitch."

"Well, uh, not exactly," North said, scratching his head. "Not exactly?" He turned to Tooth and Sandman. "Can you believe this guy?"

Simply shrugging, a question mark formed above Sandy. "Yeah, you said it, Sandy," Bunny agreed.

"Look," North said, annoyed. "He's up to something bad. I feel it....In my belly!"

"Hang on, hang on. You mean to say, you summoned me here, three days before Easter, because of your belly!" Bunny said in disbelief. "Mate, if I did this to you three days before Christmas..."

"Well, Bunny, Easter is not Christmas," North replied, grabbing Bunny's egg and walking away.

"Hehe, here we go," Bunny grumbled. "North, I don't have time for this. I've still got two million eggs to finish up."

"No matter how much you paint, is still egg," North chuckled.

While the russian man and easter bunny argued, Sandy noticed that the moon was shining and was trying to get the other guardian's attention. Sadly they just continued arguing over which holiday was better.

Grabbing the egg back, Bunny shot back, "Look mate, I'm dealing with perishables! You've got all year to prepare!"

"Why are rabbits always so nervous?" North commented, tapping the egg.

Bunny scowled. "Why are you always such a blowhard?"

". . . sector nine. Five canines, two molars, and fourteen incisors. Is that all in one house?" Tooth exclaimed to her fairies.

"Tooth!" North cut in. "Can't you see that we're trying to argue here?"

"Sorry!" Tooth said sarcastically, bringing her hands up. "Not all of us get to work one night a year. Am I right, Sandy?"

Sandy nodded eagerly, a golden arrow pointing up to the moon.

Tooth's face took on a look of realization before giving her fairies more instructions. "San Diego, sector 2 . . ."

Bunnymund shrugged. "Come on, mate. Pitch went out with the Dark Ages. We made sure he did."

"I know he was here," North insisted. "We are in very serious situation."

"Well, I've got a serious situation with some eggs."

Sick of all this nonsense, The golden man then picked up a nearby elf, and shook it around, the ringing bell attracting the Guardians' attention. Dropping the elf, Sandy made a moon symbol above his head, and then pointed to the sky.

North looked up and finally spotted it. "Ah! Man in Moon! Sandy, why didn't you say something?"

Sandy frowned angrily and spurted sand out of his ears.

"It's been a long time, old friend," North called. "What is big news?"

The moon began to shine even brighter, and the beams landed on a spot on the floor. A shadow of Pitch appeared.

Bunny's eyes widened. "It is Pitch."

In response, North patted his belly with a smug look. Told you so. Looking back up, North said, "Manny, what must we do?"

The moonbeam's glow seemed to strengthen. It shifted to the center of the symbols, and the Guardian's Crystal was lifted from the ground. The light hit the crystal, and the light refracted in various directions.

"Uh, guys, do you know what this means?" Tooth asked with barely concealed excitement.

"He's choosing a new Guardian." North said, eyes widening.

"What? Why?" Bunny asked, surprised.

The refracted light began shimmering on the floor. "Must be big deal," North murmured. "Manny thinks we need help."

"Since when do we need help?" Bunny asked, his annoyance clearly showing.

"I wonder who it's gonna be!" Tooth said, enthusiastic.

"Maybe the Leprechaun?" she suggested, after seeing Sandy make a four-leaf clover symbol above his head.

"Please not the Groundhog, please not the Groundhog," Bunny chanted under his breath.

The magic above the crystal was slowly forming into Man in Moon's choice, a woman with a cloak and a shepherd's crook.

"Jack Frost." North said, a surprised expression on his face. The mini fairies sighed and swooned in the air. One practically faints in mid flight. Bunny took a step back and held up his hands. "Um, I take it back. The Groundhog's fine."

Tooth had her head in hands with a dreamy expression, quickly snapped out of it. "Well, as long as she help to, uh, protect the children, right?"

"Jack Frost? That crossdressin' sheila doesn't care about children!" Bunny exploded. "Alright, all she does is freeze water pipes and mess with my egg hunts! She's an irresponsible, selfish--"

"Guardian!" North said thoughtfully, scratching his beard.

"Darkness...That's the first thing I remember. It was dark...it was cold, and I was scared. But then I saw the moon. It was so big and so bright— it chased the darkness away. And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore."

A young girl's body slowly rose out of a small pond gasping for air. Her hair was short, and white as snow, her skin was almost as pale as a dead corpse. She wore a brown dress with a brown cape around her shoulders. There were no shoes on her bare feet.

She gracefully floated down onto the ice covered lake as the cracks sealed themselves up. She examined her hands and her clothes, and surroundings. It was then she realized she was in the middle of a forest.

"But why I was there and what I was meant to do, that I've never known. And a part of me wonders if I ever will."

The girl looked up at the moon with a somber expression for a moment before she started walking along the ice. As she walked carefully on the ice, laughing softly to herself as she lost her balance. She tripped over a wooden crook lying on the ground. Eyeing the staff suspiciously, the girl poked it with her toe and quickly pulled her foot back when a thin layer of frost bloomed from the spot she touched. She leaned down and picked it up, a shocked expression forming on her face as the staff was covered in a thicker layer.

She tapped the end of her staff against a tree and a frost appeared on it. She ran her fingers over the design, her mouth open in awe. Her smile growing, she poked the tree next to it. She then started running, or more like slipping, along the lake dragging her staff along the ground creating more frost.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew and the she was lifted into the air high above the trees. The wind stopped and she fell down hitting a couple branches. He latched onto a large branch to stop himself, and laughed out loud. Then her eyes narrowed in curiosity at some lights in the distance. She crouched on the branch before once again summoning the wind to fly off in that direction.

The wind carried her to the town and she shakily landed on the ground. She dusted herself off, laughing before walking around. "Hello. Hello. Good evening ma'am. Ma'am?" He greeted people as he walked, but for some reason, no one was talking to him.

A young boy ran up to her and she tried to get his attention. "Oh, uh, excuse me. Could you tell me where I am?" She asked the little boy but then jerked up with a strangled gasp.

The boy had ran right through her.

The girl was rooted to her position with shock. She yelped as two more people passed through her, shuddering at the horrible empty feeling they had given her. She turned slowly around, realizing that none of the villagers could see her, and that she was alone. The small girl she had seen earlier was gone, too.

"Hello?" she called out again, but this time in desperation. She whirled around continuously, filled to the brim with pure anxiety. "Hello!?"

"My name...is Jacqueline Frost. How do I know that? Cause the moon told me so. But that was all he ever told me. And that was a long, long, time ago."

Context: I just watched TMAG and I was beyond stoked about this awesome movie! Also, this was the only gif I could find.

(BTW: this is just Platonic.)

Rotta was instantly fascinated by your ability to shift forms. As a young Hutt who’s been surrounded by scum and villainy (and kidnapped probably more than once), he sees your shapeshifting as some sort of freedom, something that he’ll probably never have.

Rotta will beg you to turn into different creatures just to watch, roaring with laughter when you become a tiny Kowakian monkey-lizard and ride around on his head, cackling. You become his favorite “partner in crime”

While most beings are terrified of Hutts, you aren’t the least scared of him because he’s (surprisingly) nothing like his father, Jabba.

Late-night stargazing becomes your thing. You shift into different forms to adjust the harsh weather of Tatooine while Rotta rants about how no one takes him seriously because he’s just “Jabba’s son.” You’re one of the few people who listens without patronizing him. The two of you would go on and on about leaving everything behind and go exploring the galaxy together. Maybe as bounty hunters, gladiators, etc.

Rotta trusts you with his insecurities. He knows he’s seen as weak or sickly compared to other Hutts. You’re one of the few people he lets see him without the usual bravado. In return, he never pressures you to stay in one form — he likes you best when you’re comfortable.

I mean of course there’s going to be sex, there animals after all. And if you skimmed through the sex parts and focus on the other sub plots. Like abandonment, loneliness, mommy issues, etc. it’s a pretty good show to watch.

Here’s my favorite

Plot: Flippy finds Lumpy unconscious and rushes him to the hospital.

Based on @nonsensology artwork of HTF.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long, distorted shadows across the overgrown yard of Lumpy's trailer. A jeep rumbled up the driveway, pulling to a halt beside Lumpy's vehicle. Flippy hopped out, two fishing rods clutched in one paw. He was wearing a blue plaid shirt, his usual camouflage pants with his army boots.

He’s been looking forward for their weekend fishing trip.

He knocked on the flimsy screen door, calling out, "Lumpy! You ready to catch some whoppers, pal?"

But no one answered.

"Lumpy?" Flippy called out. "You here?" There was still no one coming to the door, but when he tried to open the door, he was surprised to see that it was unlocked.

'Huh, did he forget to lock it?' Flippy thought.

Without hesitation, Flippy quietly walked inside in search of his moose friend. As he opened the door, the room was dim and messy. There were garbage everywhere, tissues on the floor and there were a few blankets on the bed. The windows were also closed and covered.

"Goodness Lumpy, must have had one of your 'boredom' times." Flippy murmured.

When Flippy found the light switch to turn the lights on, "Oh my goodness!" Flippy exclaimed worriedly, the fishing rods slipping out of his hold.

That's when he found his friend lying in the middle of the ground unconscious. He was sprawled against the floor, his antlers missing from his head.

"Lumpy!" Flippy cried, rushing to his side. He knelt beside his friend, checking for a pulse. He gasped softly when he felt something wet on his hand. He lifted his left hand to see bits of blood coming from the top of Lumpy's head, where his antlers should be.

Blood. So much blood.

It reminded him of... seeing the dead bodies of every soldier he knew. His friends, those tiger soldiers. Suddenly, Flippy's eyes started to change from his usual grey eyes, and grew yellow irises around his peepers. His teeth were becoming sharper, and his voice was scary and raspy.

No, no, no! Gotta stay focused! Shaking his head, Flippy regained his senses again. Being ex military, he quickly assessed the situation: head trauma? Moat likely. Significant blood loss? Possibly.

Was he breathing? Yes. Lumpy was still breathing, thank goodness, but his pulse was steady.

No time to waste. He pulled out his phone, dialing 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 What's your emergency?"

"Yes, I need an ambulance at [Lumpy's address]. My friend is unconscious, severe head injury, there's lot of blood. I think he's been hit by something heavy." The ex soldier remained calm, giving clear instructions, his voice steady despite the churn in his stomach. While waiting, he gently rolled Lumpy onto his side to prevent any choking, then used a clean, albeit slightly stained, dishtowel to apply pressure to the wound, his professional composure unwavering.

'Hang on, Lumpy, help is on the way. You're going to be okay.'

Within minutes, the wail of sirens pierced the evening air. The ambulance arrived, paramedics swarming into the trailer. They quickly evaluated Lumpy, carefully strapped him onto a stretcher, and loaded him into the ambulance. Flippy, right behind them, climbed in beside his friend, his expression grim.

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A dull throb wrestled Lumpy from the clutches of an uneasy slumber. Lumpy's eyelids fluttered open, he looked around the room, squinting at the bright light. He looked down and saw an I.V. in the top of his hand.

"Where am I?" he muttered groggily. His hand instinctively rose, fingers brushing against the fabric of a bandage wrapped tightly around his skull.

"Lumpy! Oh thank goodness, You're awake!" A choked gasp of relief drew his attention.

Beside his bed, Flippy sat hunched forward, his clothes and fur looking a little disheveled, his eyes wide with an almost desperate hope. A relieved sigh escaped Flippy's lips, trembling slightly, his hand reaching out tentatively gently clasping Lumpy's hand.

Lumpy blinked, his large, goofy eyes scanning Flippy's face, then the unfamiliar room. His throat felt dry, scratchy, and his tongue felt like sandpaper. "F-Flippy?" he croaked, his voice a raspy whisper. "What . . . What happened?" He tried to push himself up, but another wave of dizziness and pain forced him back onto the crisp white pillows.

Flippy's grip tightened slightly, his expression shifting from relief to a renewed worry. "You're in the Hospital, Lumpy. I was coming to get you for our fishing trip but...You were... unconscious." Flippy's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an invisible threat, before settling back on Lumpy with an intense focus. "Oh, Lumpy, it was awful. There was blood... not a lot, but enough to scare me senseless."

Lumpy furrowed his brow, "I was?" He mumbled, he pressed his fingers against his bandaged temple. "I... I can't seem to remember anything."

Flippy leaned closer, his voice dropping to an urgent whisper, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an almost frantic one in need for answers. "Lumpy, you have to try. Was anyone else there? Did you see anything? Hear anything? A struggle? Anything at all?"

Lumpy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force a memory to surface, but the effort only intensified the throbbing in his head. A small, defeated whimper escaped him. "Sorry Flippy. Just...one minute I was... and then the next, this." He gestured feebly to his bandaged head and the hospital bed. "It's all just gone."

Before the ex soldier could press him further, Nurse Giggles swept in, a clipboard in hand. "Ah, you're finally awake. Good." She approached the bed, her gaze firm as she looked at Flippy. "Flippy, I know you're concerned, but Lumpy needs his rest. He's had a severe concussion, and too much stimulation won't help his recovery."

"But, Giggles, I just need to know what happened! He might remember something if I just—"

"No 'ifs,' Flippy," Giggles interrupted, her gaze unwavering. "He needs peace and quiet. We'll run some more tests later, and if he remembers anything, the police will be informed. For now, he needs to heal." She gestured towards the door with a polite motion. "Go home, get some rest yourself. We'll call you if there's any change."

Flippy's shoulders slumped, his time in the military taught him that to never argue with a doctor. With a heavy sigh and a final, worried glance at Lumpy, who was already looking half-asleep again, Flippy nodded. "Alright, But please, call me the moment anything changes."

"Of course."

The air in the first-class cabin of the chartered jet was thick with the scent of stale jet fuel and instant noodles—a heady aroma that usually signaled safety and satisfaction for the team. But tonight, the satisfaction was tragically temporary.

Why? Well...you'll see why.

Mk, the lead vocalist and strategist of the popular group, HUN+ERS, glared down at the flimsy plastic tray holding his half-eaten shrimp crackers. He gripped the remnants of the bag so tightly the foil crinkled.

"Why," he hissed, leaning toward Mei—the group's rapper, his best friend, and chaos engine—who was currently chewing with the intensity of a woodchipper, "do they ALWAYS interrupt our pre show snacking!?"

Mei swallows, wiping her mouth on the cuff of her expensive, custom-embroidered jacket. Her emerald eyes narrowed, "THEY WILL FACE MY WRATH!" She said with her mouth full.

Before Mei could launch herself out of her seat in a fit of food-deprived fury, a voice, unnervingly cut through the tension.

"Um, excuse me? We are about to begin our descent."

The Stewardess was standing over them. She possessed a smile that was less welcoming hospitality and more poorly preserved taxidermy. Her uniform was pristine, but her movements were too sharp, her gaze too fixed.

"Please take your seat, esteemed guests," she urged, her hands clasping slightly too hard.

"Yeah. We don't have time," Mk said, setting the bag down with deliberate slowness. He tilted his head, assessing her unnatural stillness. "You're obviously a demon, right?"

The brown haired leader has spent the last three years hunting supernatural entities. And by now, he's recognized the signs of poorly maintained human mimicry.

The Stewardess froze. The plastered smile faltered, replaced by a momentary, terrifying void of expression. "W-what do you mean, sir?"

"Come on," Mk sighed, waving a dismissive hand. "You're smiling all weird, that one's watering a plant with coffee, and those guys back there?" Mk jerked his chin toward the cockpit area. "Total dead giveaway."

One man, presumably the 'seatbelt guy,' was trying to lock two separate belts together, creating what looked like a bizarre, unnecessary macrame project. Meanwhile, through the half-open cockpit door, the Captain was visible, pushing random buttons like a toddler playing with a complex calculator.

The Stewardess wrung her hands. "O-ohhh, we were just... adjusting to the new flight protocols, you see. Very innovative!"

Mk pushed himself out of his seat. He grabbed her arm—just above the elbow—and peeled back the fabric of her sleeve. "Oh, look!" He announced. "Patterns."

"Oh, these? These are just..." The Stewardess tried to pull away, her composure finally cracking. "A very trendy new type of...temporary sleeve tattoo! Limited edition!"

"Uh-huh" Mk just raised an eyebrow.

Realizing the jig was up, the stewardess stomped her foot on the carpeted floor in frustration, and the air shimmered, ripping the glamor from her form. She ballooned into a snarling, purple-skinned beast with too many teeth and four spindly arms, knocking directly into the man fiddling with the seatbelts.

The seatbelt man recoiled, and his own illusion dissolved in a burst of oily smoke. He was revealed to be a squat, blue horned demon with silver hair, currently looking offended that his belt-work had been ruined.

"The rest of you can come out," Mk called, rolling his shoulders and stretching. "We're in a hurry here!”

The cockpit door swung open violently. The Captain, a much larger, grimier winged demon, emerged, two more demons flanking him in the narrow aisle. All five of the newly revealed fiends sported the telltale demonic patterns swirling up their arms.

"Well it's about time," A new voice, crackling with dry irritation, cut across the sudden demonic growls.

Red Son, the group's choreographer, and pyrotechnics specialist, stepped calmly out of the curtained-off rest area, adjusting the sleek fire-red sunglasses perched on his nose.

"My patience was at a limit as we speak." He turned to Mk. "It took you this long to realize they were demons?"

"Hey, it wasn't our fault, we were enjoying our pre-show snacking remember!" Mei argued.

The red haired huffed in irritation. "Imbeciles..."

The Captain Demon, clearly the leader and attempting to strike a dramatic pose, puffed out his chest. "The only ones dying tonight are your—"

Mei let out a loud, satisfied burp that echoed off the curved walls of the fuselage, pungent with the ghost of shrimp and pepper flakes.

The Captain Demon sputtered, his dramatic pause utterly ruined. "Uh, I said, the only ones dying tonight are your—"

Mk's stomach protested loudly, interrupting the terrifying villain speech again. He clutched his midsection apologetically. "I'm sorry, what? It's hard to focus when there's so much noise."

The Captain Demon threw his hands up in exasperation, his planned speech entirely ruined now. "YOUR FANS!! WE'RE GONNA EAT YOUR FANS!!!" He shrieked.

"Whoa!" Mk, Mei, and Red Son exclaimed in unison, the three stars momentarily stunned by the sheer, audacity of the threat.

Nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody threatens their fans and lives.

"Oh No, you didn't." Mei stated, her voice dangerously low.

"No, thank you!" Mk added, shaking his head. His brown eyes beginning to glow faintly. "When you mess with our fans..."

Red Son cracked his knuckles, tiny orange sparks sputtering across his hands. A dangerous, a satisfied smile spread across his face. "We need to make it hurt."

(Mk)

Ugh, you came at a bad time

But you just crossed the line

You wanna get wild?

Okay, we'll show you wild!

They proceed to fight the demons while singing.

(Mk)

Better come right, better luck tryin', gettin' to our level

'Cause you might die, never the time, tryna start a battle

Bleeding isn't in my blood 뼛속부터 달라서

(Red Son)

Beating you is what I do, do, do, yeah!

(Mei)

Body on body, I'm naughty, not even sorry

And when you pull up, I'll pull up

A little late to the party (la-la-la-la)

Locked and loaded, I was born for this

There ain't no point in avoiding it

Annoyed? A bit

불을 비춰, 다 비켜, 네 앞길을 뺏겨

(All Together)

Knocking you out like a lullaby

Hear that sound ringing in your mind

Better sit down for the show

'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done

HUN+ERS don't miss

How it's done, done, done

(Hey) HUN+ERS don't quit

How it's done, done, done

Run, run, we run the town

Whole world playin' our sound

Turnin' up, it's goin' down

HUN+ERS show this, how it's done, done, done

As the last demon dissolved into black smoke, a sudden silence fell, broken only by the whistling wind and the groaning metal of the airplane. "Yeah, we should probably get off this plane," Red Son stated flatly. The trio quickly slurp up their noodles, sighing in satisfaction.

"Okay, let's do this." Mk said.

The three of them leaped out of the gaping hole in the plane, executing a flawless, mile-high drop.

(Mk)

Something about when you come for the crown

That's so humbling, huh?

(Red Son)

갑자기 왜 그래? 먼저 건드려, 왜?

이제야 포기해 what?

(Mei)

Nothing to us, run up, you're done up, we come up

From sunup to sundown, so come out to play

Won either way, we're one in a million

We kill 'em, like, really? You want it? Okay

(Mk)

Heels, nails, blade, mascara~

(Red Son)

Fit check for my napalm era~

(Mei)

Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage

Mirror, mirror on my phone, who's the baddest? (Us, hello?)

Mei threw the demon to the side, before she threw her sword at them and they continue to fall after the remaining demons as they also were heading towards the stadium.

(All Together)

Knocking you out like a lullaby!

Hear that sound ringing in your mind! Better sit down for the show!

"Look, It's them!" cried a fan's voice from the crowd, pointing up at the sky. The moment they landed—along side the demons—the civilian crowds that had gathered below erupted. The demons took a while to get up, but the girls were already standing with their weapons in hand.

(MK)

Cause I'm gonna show you!

(Red Son)

I'm gonna show you!

(Mei)

I'm gonna show you!

(All Together)

How it's done, done, done!

One of the demons stumbled back and found himself in the crowd, between two fan girls. "Cool costume!" A fan complimented in awe, taking a selfie. Then Mei threw her sword at the demon and it had vaporized, luckily the fans believed it was a special effects.

(Red Son)

I don’t talk, I bite! Full of venom!

"Whoo! We love you Red!" Two fan boys cheered, tears of joy streaming from their eyes. Red Son smirked, the flames around his shoulders flickering.

(Red Son)

Spittin' facts! You know that's how it's done, done, done!

(Mei)

Okay, I know I ramble, but when shootin' my words, I go Rambo! Took blood and tears to look natural! That's how it's done, done, done!

(Mk)

Hear our voice unwavering till our song defeats the night. Making fear afraid to breathe till the dark meets the light!

The fans were in awe and they cheered even louder. Mei noticed a massive, mystical energy meter flashed brilliant gold. Red Son and Mk noticed it too, and they looked very excited, meaning they're close to achieving their goal.

The final surge of the music swept over the ecstatic crowd.

(All Together)

Run, run, we run the town

(done, done, done)

Whole world playin' our sound

(done, done, done)

Turnin' up, it's going down

(done, done, done)

HUN+ERS, show this, how it's done, done, done!

... We hunt you down, down, down, down (down)

We got you now, now, now, now (got you now)

We show you how, how, how (show you how)

A scene from my fem!Mk series.

"The Jade Emperor's powers...Impossible!" Li Jing gasped, beyond surprised. Li Jing summoned a sword to try and cut MK who luckily dodged his attack. "You have doomed us, girl!" He shouted, going to attack the Monkie Kid.

Wukong growled, pouncing forward at the deity as the circlet was activated. Even if he was bound, the king continued forward. MK got up and stretched out her hand, letting out a wave of celestial energy that counted Li Jing's seal. "ENOUGH!"

"Impossible!" Li Jing moved to attack again, only for his own son to step before him. "What are you doing?!”

"Father please, just listen." Nezha spoke softly, his stance calm despite him gripping his spear in his hand.

"This girl has taken the power of the Emperor, the guardians are gone because of THEM! The world has no hope left—!"

"Father for once in your life will you just...SHUT. THE. F**K. UP!!" Nezha screamed, his voice echoing. Silence fell over the hall as Li Jing stared back at his son with wide eyes. The sound of snickering is heard from both Wukong and Macaque. Never in their lives have they've seen the uptight lotus prince ever stand up to his father.

Here it is! I hope you like it!