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“I’ll make you proud, father.” - Panther Dance

Beat It Meets His Great-Grandfather, Stranger In Moscow.

…Beat It? Is that you?

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Great-grandfather?

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It has been a long time. I have not seen you for a while since your father adopted you.

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I know, but…… why hasn’t he told me that Remember The Time was my paternal grandfather?

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He was uncertain about your reaction to his confession. If he told you, he might not see you again.

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Great-grandfather, father and I are inseparable, he would see me again. Regardless, I will always be grateful that he’s still here and not in MJ Realm like Man In The Mirror and This Is It.

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Man In The Mirror had to die, he was too sick to hold on. And This Is It was too old to lead the MJ City, so he died as well. Both of them had their own stories. One day, your father might be too weak to hold onto life. He is on his last legs in life. A few lives left, he will pass to MJ Realm. That’s how it goes when you serve the city well. Your father was blessed by your paternal grandfather. Do you understand?

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I do, great-grandfather. I’ll continue to serve MJ City well alongside Bad and the rest of the group.

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I will support you along the way, Beat It. So will your father.

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They Don’t Care About Us & Beat It (A Father And Son Moment)

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I love you, father. I always will… you mean the most to me. I can’t not think of someone who could separate us. We are inseparable.

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We will remain together through thick and thin. I love you as both a friend and a son. All I know is that you’re safe with me and the rest of the family. …..including your friends.

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Thank you for everything, father. Together, we are invincible.

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Always will be.

They Don’t Care About Us’ Birth / Remember The Time’s Blessing To His Son / The Present

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My love is so bright, my heart is so full. You bring joy and happiness to my life. For though MJ Realm bless you with bravery, patriotism and loyalty. I love you so deeply, my son.

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They Don’t Care About Us, a newborn boy squirmed in Remember The Time’s arms. A smile appears on Remember The Time’s face. Slowly, They Don’t Care About Us’ eyes open, his irises a shade of amethyst. Remember The Time’s eyes fill with tears of joy before shifting his hold on his son.

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The Present

Stranger In Moscow Meets Smooth Criminal.

“I’ve made my decision to be officially in the group, I promise to use my life as a shield to protect those around me.” (Stranger In Moscow said, commitment filled his face)

“Then, you’re a officially a member of the group, welcome.” (Smooth Criminal said warmly, a small hint of recluance)

“Thank you, Smooth Criminal. I… I appreciate it.” (Stranger In Moscow stammered but he composed himself)

“My pleasure, enjoy your longtime life with us.” (Smooth Criminal said, generosity filling his tone)

“I will. Bye, Smooth Criminal.” (Stranger In Moscow stood back, his muscular frame flexing)

Scream knelt to Brutus, his slender frame weighing down on his dead son’s body. Scream sometimes had a evil side of him but this was rare to see him show compassion to his now villainous son. Scream shook his head with uncontrollable grief. Scream understood why his grandson killed him; the same reason when Brutus threatened to cause him death.

“You were a awful father, a terrible person, but there were good in you when you were younger. But it was hindered by my abusive and violent tendencies towards you. It’s all my fault…” he whispers, his voice threatening to crack.

“I’m sorry…” he added, his tears flowing down his face.

They Don’t Care About Us stood behind the MJ statue, he glares at Scream. A brow raised. He didn’t understand why Scream would grieve over a villain, but he knew Scream loved his son so much that he would cry over his son’s death. They Don’t Care About Us approached Scream, his purple eyes giving way a embodiment of warmth and comfort, despite his fierce and passionate demeanour.

Scream looks at They Don’t Care About Us, a weak smile attempts to tug at his lips. Scream hugs They Don’t Care About Us’ strong and athletic body, his pectorals flexing under Scream’s body. They Don’t Care About Us allows the grieving Scream take comfort from his body, a paternal instinct flared within him.

“Don’t blame yourself for his death, Scream. Bad had every reason to defeat him because if he hadn’t defeated him. Worse things could have happened… Brutus would continue to destroy us and that includes Bad. Your behaviour has influenced your son to become evil, it’s your fault for your abuse. You abused your son to the extent that he chose the dark path rather than the light path. You stole his innocence, but I know this sounds harsh but I’m trying to make you understand what you have done wrong.” he explained, sternness noticeably in his voice.

Scream nodded in acknowledgment, sensing They Don’t Care About Us’ stern rebuke. Scream knew what he had done to make Brutus a powerful villain that he was. Scream was responsible for all the abuse and violence he put his son through.

Bad stood alone, his long, curly hair regally flew in the breeze. Bad breathes a small puff of air as his emerald eyes scan the area. Suddenly, a slender figure approaches in the shadows. Bad squinted his eyes, trying to get a glimpse of the slender figure but to his surprise, it was Black Or White, the villain who was cruel to him, but now he has changed his ways in order to protect Bad from being harmed by Brutus, Bad’s father.

“I’ve came the long way to be able to become your ally, Bad.” he spoke sincerely, directly looking at Bad in the eyes. Bad was perplexed, he didn’t understand why he has changed heart so suddenly. “But why? I don’t understand. Villains don’t admit their mistakes and the pain they have caused.” Bad spoke, heartbreakingly confused and anxious. But Black Or White was insistent that he would be Bad’s ally no matter what, he walks closer to Bad. Black Or White rarely has a comforting expression on his face, he hugs Bad, soothing his anxiety.

“You will not suffer alone, your father will never harm you as I’m here. Nobody will lay a finger on you.” he spoke with confidence and determination, his protective instincts kicking in. Bad was relieved, this wasn’t a sign of manipulation, it was a sign of sincere loyalty and dedication.

But as Bad and Black Or White got the chance to hug each other, a tall and muscular figure appeared menacingly. It was Brutus, who was the figure that they saw.

(The cinematic version of Dirty Diana plays)

Brutus approaches the duo with a contemptuous expression on his angular face. Brutus lets out a series of deep and drawn out breaths, his muscular frame protests against his white shirt, his longer, curly hair flowed elegantly in the wind. Brutus towers over Bad.

“Well…” he began, musing a cackle, “it has been a long time since I last fought you.” he added. Bad, unfazed, he looked up at his father with unwavering bravery. “I’m no longer afraid of you, father.” he spoke defiantly. Brutus nodded in mock acknowledgment as he turns back before snapping his head to Bad. Bad’s pupils tenses before Brutus quickly rushes a fist towards Bad, but he impressively dodged Brutus’ attempted punch with no hesitation.

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE MY ONSLAUGHT!” he yelled, furiously grabbing a nearby barrel, kicking it violently towards Bad. True to his skill and composure, he rolls under the barrel, easily avoiding the weight of the barrel. Black Or White was ready to intervene, he weaved back and forth, preparing for a decisive attack. Brutus turned to Black Or White, he bares his teeth with rage and unbridled fury. Black Or White lunged at Brutus, landing a efficient kick to Brutus’ chest but he was too skilled for Black Or White to handle, he blocked Black Or White’s powerful kick, he lands a powerful punch to Black Or White’s abdomen, causing him to be sent flying like a ragdoll. Black Or White falls unconscious, crashing to the ground.

“BLACK OR WHITE!” Bad cried out, grief and anger colouring his voice. Bad rushes to Black Or White’s motionless form. “Oh no… no… please…” he spoke, desperation and frustration palpable in his face. Bad attempts to wake him by shaking his shoulders, but nothing has worked except for a head flop from his head. “No, Black Or White, don’t do this!” he begged, his eyes brimming with tears.

“BLACK OR WHITE!!!” he screamed, his grief grows intense. Bad’s shoulders shake, responding to his sobbing and silent grieving of Black Or White’s death. “My father killed him, he killed him…. He did not just send him unconscious… it’s his fault that his death happened.” he thought, his grief overtakes his judgement. “…he went to MJ Realm because of my father…” he whispered, anger and resentment resonating from his voice.

(The cinematic song of Dirty Diana continues but grows more intense)

Brutus approaches Bad coldly, quietly sizing him up as he observes his heartbreaking sobs with sadistic satisfaction. “Do you know,” he began, his cruel nature echoed through his tone, “…how a weak and pathetic excuse of a son you are? I had every right to kill Black Or White. He’s just as weak as you.” Bad looks up, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and hurt. “You have no clue what you have done, you destroyed our family, our relationship and my trust. You abused your power over me, it’s madness.” he spoke, his voice cracking but he conceals his vulnerability. “I don’t particularly care if it’s madness, I reserved the right to abuse MYYYY POWERRRR!” he shouted. Bad shouts, landing rapid fire punches but Brutus dodged every punch he could throw. Brutus powerfully kicks Bad to the head. Bad grunts, sliding back. Brutus flexes his powerful pectoral muscles, his abdominal muscles flexing in the process.

“YOU WON’T DO THIS TO ME ANY LONGER, FATHER!” Bad yelled, his anger grew intense.

“YOU CAN’T STOP ME, YOU WON’T GET THE CHANCE TO ESCAPE!” Brutus yelled back, his violent tendencies evident.

Bad grabs the thunderstone, he aims it at Brutus. Brutus’ eyes widen with realization.

“No, no, NO! Don’t use that!” he begged, his desperation ignored by Bad. “Don’t kill me!” he continued to beg, his once deep voice giving way to a squeaky and cowardly voice. Bad electrocutes Brutus in the heart. Brutus lets out a loud scream of pain, he collapsed to the ground, permanently defeated.

Bad wins the battle.