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<> | Act Five

5:1

(Enter Lady Macbeth. She's scrubbing her hands vigorously. At least she's aware of the pandemic, right?)

LADY MAC: Fuckin,,, spot! Go away!

(Enter Lennox. He has his lofi playlist on again. He's holding up his phone, presumably recording Lady Mac's antics. He's on a video call, actually.)

LADY MAC: Out, damned spot! Shoo! Begone! Why'd we do that? Why's this damn pAINT STILL ON MY HAND-

LENNOX: You seeing this shit, dude?

ROSS, on the other end of the line: Yeah-

LADY MAC: Come on, Beth, what's done is done. That's the saying, right? Banquo's gone anyway, stop fretting – is this acrylic or something? – OH SHIT THEY'RE ONTO US. To bed, to bed, to bed!

(Exit Lady Macbeth.)

LENNOX: ...That was weird.

ROSS, on the phone: Yeah.

5:2

(Enter Lennox, Angus, Bob (he's back!) and assorted other minor characters. Don't ask me where Ross is, I don't know. Also Fleance is there.)

BOB: Why are we here?

ANGUS: Well, we're here to beat Macbeth's ass. (He turns to Lennox.) Any sign of Donalbain?

LENNOX: Nah, he's in the void – I mean, at his place.

ANGUS: Oh. Welp, let's just... wait for everyone else then.

(They all sit in awkward silence. Fun. Fleance makes a cat noise.)
(Cut to next scene.)

5:3

(Enter Macbeth. He's in his house, just... vibing. A little bit later, enter Lady Macbeth.)

LADY MAC: Mac, there's people in our backyard.

MACBETH: Yeah, but I'm invincible, so it doesn't matter. :)

LADY MAC: Yes it does, dumbass – nevermind.

(Exit Lady Macbeth, facepalming.)

MACBETH: Hoo boy, nothing's gonna stop me now!!

(Exit.)

5:4

(Enter Malcolm, Macduff, Siward (who exists now), Ross, Osbjorn (who I think is Siward's son's name but I'm peak thembo so-) and assorted other people, including Fleance. Everyone's hiding behind a bush in Macbeth's garden. Don't ask me how everyone fits. This is fanfic, there are no rules. I am going to butcher everyone's characters severely.)

MALCOLM, to Siward: Thanks for helping. ^^

SIWARD: Very cool of you guys to have me. Why the cat though?-

ROSS: Fleance is our mascot. <3

SIWARD: Oh. Anyways, anyone got a plan?

MALCOLM: Hang on, I have an idea! We, uh, grab those branches on the ground... (the others nod encouragingly.) ...and hold them in front of us, like a disguise!

(There is an awkward silence.)

MACDUFF, who owns the singular braincell in this group: Malcolm. I love you, okay? But are you 100% sure you're not on crack or something?-

MALCOLM: Shhh, it'll work. Let's go!

(Cue a montage. The McCrew are putting on their 'disguises'. End of scene.)

5:5

(Enter Macbeth.)

MACBETH: Haha, rambling about invincibility go brrr-