Fluffz Randomz And Storiez (Mark\Sean\Dark\Anti) Requests Open

Superboys (All\R)

THANKS -didn't mean to yell- Thanks to MythDefender for this request! HOPE -for fucks sake caps lock... Hope you like it! Took a while to actually write, writers block, and my tablet decided not to work for a while. But here it is!

(Dark's p.o.v)

"How long is it gonna take for the nitwits to notice?" Anti asks, bumping me with his shoulder. "I dunno." I shrug. Before Mark and Sean woke up this morning, we gave them some powers. Anti decided on shape shifting for Sean, and I gave Mark telekinesis. It only works for about twenty four hours, because they are human, and need to stay that way. I mean it would be cool for them to keep these abilities, but unless I, or Anti continue to give it, it will wear off eventually.

"They've only been awake for like fifteen minutes." I chuckle, watching Sean walk past. "They are still considered zombies at the moment." I say, both of us laughing. Sean was mumbling some type of unintelligible nonsense, holding three empty mugs in his hands. "He didn't already drink that much coffee, did he?" I ask. "No, those are the ones he accumulated in the recording room." "Oh, OK." "But he is gonna drink that much." "How?" I ask ask, shaking my head. "He likes it? I don't know." Anti shrugs.

Suddenly Mark comes careening around the corner looking like he saw a ghost. "You OK-" "NO." Mark says, cutting Anti off. "What hap -" "It moved." "What move -" "The toothbrush." "OK, just expla - " "The fucking toothbrush moved." "For fucks sake, Dark help." Anti chuckles. "Am I OK?" Mark asks, patting his face with both hands. "I'm sleeping right?" "Stop smacking yourself. Its not helping anything." Anti says. "No, keep doing it." I chuckle. "Guys!? Am I still normal!? It moved. It fucking moved, all I did was look at the damn thing, and, it, MOVED." Mark exclaims, waving his arms around.

"What's going on?" Sean asks his eyes widening, as he walked in on the still spastically waving Mark. "I MOVED MY TOOTHBRUSH. No I didn't...BUT I DID!" Mark yelps. By this time, Anti and I were trying to choke down our laughter. "Toothbrush?" Sean asks, confused as to why a moved toothbrush could cause this kind of outburst. "Yes my toothbrush. It fucking moved. I didn't touch it, and it moved all by its fucking self!" "Mark, calm down." I chuckle. "Calm down? I just used telekinesis for heaven's sake." "Yes...that is what happened." I smile. "I gave it to you." "What?"

"Guys!!???" Sean yelps, but his voice seemed distant. "Help!? Help! Help!" The rest of us look around seeing that Sean had disappeared. Then Mark screams, like, actually screams. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING HELL!?" He yells, jumping away from the mug Sean was drinking from. It was hopping around the floor, constantly yelling for help. Anti was doubled over, crying with laughter, as was I. "Sean! Chill, you're fine!" I laugh, picking up the mug so the coffee won't spill. "What do you mean I'm fine? I'm not fine! I'm a fucking mug! I'm a mug!? I'm a mug, Why the hell am I mug!? Heeeelp!" Sean yells in panic. "Sean. Stop yelling!" I say, knocking on the mug. "Its called shape shifting." "What." "You don't know-" "Yes I know what the hell shape shifting is, but-" "Anti gave it to you." "OK, can I be myself!? And explain!" "Sure, just think about it, it's actually not that hard." Anti says, taking the mug from me, and handing it to Mark, who doesn't really want it.

"Why do I want this!?" He yelps, taking it as Anti threatened to drop it. Just then Sean became his normal self, in Marks arms. Both shriek and fall to the floor with Sean landing on Mark. "I don't like this!" Mark cries. "I want a normal morning!" "For fucks sake." Anti says, face palming. "Fuck sakes yourself!" Sean says, beginning to laugh. "You didn't just wake up, turn into a mug, then land on a screaming Mark." "And you also didn't wake up, have a toothbrush randomly move, then witness your friend run around as a yelling coffee mug." Mark says, rubbing a hand across his face. "Well none of you have to wake up and deal with this asshole and his logic less brain." I say, motioning to Anti who hisses at me. "Shut up." "Nah." "OK, guys, explain what is going in?" Mark says.

"Literally all that happened was that you now have telekinesis, and Sean has shape shifting. Is it that hard to understand?" I ask. "Well...it might actually be..." Anti mumbles, making us both chuckle. "How?" Sean asks. "What the fuck. How what? We gave it to you." Anti exclaims. "No, how do we use it! In the correct way." "Oh, well, there really isn't any way to do it wrong. Just focus on what you want to shape shift to, and it will work. Though some things may take more concentration." Anti explains. Sean doesn't answer, instead he disappears.

"Aye, where did he go?" Mark asks. "I don't know." I shrug. "You obviously know you have telekinesis, and you already used it, so I'm not sure what more to tell you about it." I say. "Can you not." Anti says, and Mark and I both turn to see what he was doing. On the floor was a Tiny Box Tim plush, tugging on Anti's jean leg, trying to climb up. "Sean, let go-" "AWWW!" Mark squeals, picking up the plush. "This is so weird." "I know!" Sean laughs, waving a mittened hand, and starts hopping around on Marks hands. "Careful!" Mark warns as Sean almost falls off. "OK...I'm good. Just, put me down." Sean says, holding onto Mark for dear life. "Idiot." "I can't help that I hate heights!" Sean protests. "Well don't jump around then." Mark laughs, lightly setting him down on the coffee table only to have him disappear again.

"Antiiiiiii! Help!" A distant voice yells. Anti rolls his eyes and follows the yells for help. "So, you gonna use yours?" I ask. "Yea, I'm just, still...I- I don't know." Mark says, and looks around the room. I flop down on the couch and watch him play around, moving random objects. At one point he had set out to stack as many things he could on the coffee table. But it finally fell after two books, a mug, some random papers, another book, a hat, and a game controller. From the other room I heard a weird sound, or sounds. Something like a mixture of choking, dying, sniffling, and laughing. "What the hell?" Mark asks, accidentally dropping his glasses, grimacing as they clatter to the floor. "I don't know." I say, following the concerning sounds, that led me to the bathroom.

"Hello?" I ask, knocking and pushing open the door that was already partially open. Anti was curled up in the corner, laughing really hard, blackish tears streaming down his face. "What happened?" I chuckle, his laughing contagious. "He...it...h-holy hell..." He splutters, trying to point somewhere but his convulsive laughter doesn't let him explain what was going on. "Look." He gasps, kicking at the toilet with a foot, then pulling his knees up burying his face in his arms, the spastic giggles muffled. Mark and I both look at the toilet, but nothing looked weird or out of place.

"Come on. Just help me!" A muffled voice cries. "Where are you!?" I ask. "You aren't the fucking toilet are you!?" Mark exclaims. "No! Good lord no! I'm in the fucking tank thing!" He yells as the toilet flushes. Behind us Anti's laughter picks up again, making him a shaking mess. "He... He is the f-fucking flushing thing!" "The what!?" Mark laughs, lifting the back lid. "Just get me out! I can't do it! Help!" Sean yells, the toilet flushing again. Mark and I are both laughing, not really trying that hard to help. "Guys! Get me OUT!" Sean yells, and the toilet once again flushing. "OK, OK." Mark laughs, grabbing a towel, the nearest item he saw. "Try this?" "It worked!" The towel yells, falling into the toilet. "Ahh! No!" Sean yells, and turns back into his normal self, now standing in the toilet bowl. But not for long, with a grossed out yelp he jumps out throwing off his socks, one of them landing on Anti, but he doesn't notice due to his intense laughter. While I try to stay up, my stomach in pain, Sean jumps in the shower, washing his feet. Mark had to leave, as there was no more room for another spasming person. "All right you giggly bitches! Get out! I'm taking a shower!" Sean says, pushing me out when I didn't move. Then he proceeds to drag Anti out.

"What even happened?" Mark giggles. "How come he was stuck there?" "Sometimes that h-happens. Especially if you are new to the whole, m-mind frame, concentration thing." Anti pants, trying to settle down and regulate his breathing. "I think a better question is, why the hell did he chose that." I say, making us all laugh again. "I think he either messed up going for what he wanted, or, for some reason thought up some contraption and it happened to be that." Anti giggles.

A few minutes later, we had just gotten a hold of ourselves, finally able to talk without panting or laughing hysterically when Sean comes out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Anti wolf whistles, and Sean smacks him across the back of the head. "Shaddap." He chuckles heading to his room. "Sean...just, why." Mark asks. "Don't ask." Sean says, closing the door behind him, the giggles taking over us all again.