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“Good thing for my fake I.D. that I won’t have to use much longer. I mean, yeah, I could do it but towards the end I’d probably let them in on the real secret that they aren’t dying and they would be fine. All in good fun, right? Eh, for now I will just keep jumping that fence.”

“wow, making people think they’re dying and having a fake id? i keep finding out unexpected things about you, you’re such an enigma. you wouldn’t be interested in using that fake id of yours to find us something to drink tonight, would you? or i can just use use my beautiful newfound power to get it, if those dicks took your id. i heard they were confiscating stuff from people. anyway, i’ve always found the best way of getting to know people is through liquor.”

“already do, sweetie. i hope so, maybe take the world as mine, i would need some help of course, my powers are strong but not for world domination. our? are you asking me to help you? ah… well, basically my family didn’t like me, loved her, it was… exhausting, to be honest. but i’ve gotten used to hate, so being a supervillian won’t come as much of a trouble. and we would win, we’ve got better powers anyways.

“did you just call me a ‘sweetie’? i’m not sweet, i thought we’d established this, i’m the dark and scary twin. i’m not asking for help, i’m just proposing some kind of agreement. like you said, you’d need my help for world domination. i’m sure we can work something out. you be the brains, i’ll be the guy cackling maniacally when our evil plan succeeds, which is honestly the most important job of any real villain duo. well, fuck ‘em. they didn’t know what they were missing out on, the newest world dominator. now that you mention it, what is your power?”

“was it really? my end score? not a hero really. sadly for everyone, i’m using my powers for evil, that is if i ever get my ducks in a row. it’s one of the most obvious answer i’ve ever have to give in my life. i’m the evil twin anyways, my sister and her little good powers, me with the dark ones. we could be day anf night, my sister and i. i’m sure you will.”

“yup, face it, you’re gonna be the brains of our evil plotting some day. i’m counting on you for all our genius little plans to defeat the superheroes of this world. god, tell me about it. tyler’s a perfect example of a goody two shoes, it’s almost annoying. i’m the dark lord satan compared to him, really, or so mom seemed to think. i’m just waiting for the epic final battle of the light twins versus the dark ones.”

“Maybe you could be the one who’s morals are more questionable than the rest of us, who always thinks of the evil plans and gets carried away. The Joker does always seem to be entertained. I’m pretty funny but I don’t think I should be comic relief because if someone laughed at me and I felt the time was inappropriate I would make them think they’re dying. That’s just me, though. Maybe I’d be the peacemaker.”

“i like that plan. first order of business: finding alcohol for some evil underage drinking. the joker ain’t got nothing on me. did you just say you’d... make them think they’re dying ? hardcore. maybe you should be on team evil after all.”

“i like the misfits part because we can do certain bad things yet still be loved by the public. being good is pleasant but in the end you have so much responsabilities that you could die, you get what i mean? but with supervillians, we are hated, but we do have fun, it’s one thing for the other when you have superpowers, you are either light or dark.”

“damn, that was deep. so what’s the end score? am i talking to our world’s newest mighty hero or are you using your powers for evil? if it’s having responsibilities but being loved versus having fun but being hated, i know what i’m choosing. screw being good, i’m gonna be the evil twin. maybe i can even find some way to make the public love me after all, through my spectacular good looks and great sense of humor.”

tyler scrunched up his nose, frowning at his twin brother. ❝ i am not being a drama queen… ❞ he said, or more so mumbled to himself as he watched matty throwing the broken headphones to the nearby trash can. as he stood there tyler wanted to say that the headphones were still working, & it was a waste ruining perfectly good working headphones, however he decided to not say it. thinking it wouldn’t have mattered anyways, and what’s done was done no matter what he’ll say.  

matty gave the other a crooked smile, casually hooking his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans. ❝ whatever you say, dear. ❞ feeling a little guilty over his previous actions ( not that he’d ever admit it out loud, thank you very much ), matt softly punched the other’s shoulder, before he continued to talk in a tone that was a little more apologetic than he’d like it to be. ❝ c’mon. i have some headphones in my room, if you want them. traveling with you & not bringing an extra pair is like asking for trouble. if i hadn’t grown up with you and hadn’t seen you take them off, i would probably think they were melted to your head. ❞ uncomfortable with the guilt he was experiencing, matthew decided on changing the subject.  ❝ —hey, you never showed me your super secret special power ! tell me it’s nothing cooler than mine, i’m pretty sure the universe would explode with how wrong that would be. ❞

“     .. show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” 

“ —.. i’d make the obvious joke here, but even i have standards. you go first, stranger.”

tyler could feel his heart fall in his chest at the sight of his now ruined headphones. deep down he was worried his brother would get to them, and well, do what he just did. ❝ why, matty ? ❞ tyler asked, reaching for the headphones in matty’s hands. sometimes, the younger of the two was sure his twin did these things just to get to him.

matty rolled his eyes slightly at his twin brother’s response, his previous smile replaced by an annoyed facial expression. why did tyler have to take everything so damn seriously all the time ? ❝ oh, lighten up, drama queen. you’ve had them for ages. it’s not like they would’ve worked much longer anyway. i’ll get you a new pair if that’d stop you from looking at me like some kind of kicked puppy. ❞ with that, he scooped the bits of metal and plastic up from the table, throwing them carelessly in a nearby trash can, before turning back to face his brother.

❝ uh hi, sorry if i’m bothering you but have you maybe seen a pair of white headphones around here somewhere ? i think i might have dropped them somewhere around this area but i can’t seem to find them. ❞

matthew reached behind him to retrieve the item he'd found earlier, now reduced to a few pieces of scrap metal and some plastic. ❝ oh, you mean this ? should’ve known you’re the only one in this place who would hold onto a piece of crap that long. can you believe our teachers were actually telling the truth about something ? headphones really do have magnets in them. the more you know !  ❞