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"You know what? Fuck this, Butcher." M.M. stares him down, getting close to his face. "And fuck you. I'm done!"

"Stupid fucker..." Frenchie spits out at him.

"Well, if he's done, I'm done." Cass claims, knowing there's no way she could survive without killing everyone else if M.M. wasn't here disagreeing with everything like she does.

"M.M., wait." Butcher calls out. "Don't you start now, too." He sighs, looking over at Cass. She scoffs, giving a look full of audacity and wondering where he got his.

M.M. jerks back around and storms back over. "You said this time would be different." Cass snorts, knowing it wouldn't be. "But this motherfucker's still here doing the same old shit." He points to Frenchie before moving his hand towards Bellamy. "And this asshole still's covering for it."

"Of course he is." Cass snarls, her face souring as she glares at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Fuck this." M.M. finishes, walking off.

"Yeah, fuck off." Frenchie shoves his fist through his arm before turning to Bellamy. "Come on."

"Oi, both of you. M.M." Butcher calls out. Frenchie freezes.

"What?" M.M. stops once again turning around and throws his arms out. "What's Sporty Spice up to?" He asks.

"Who?" M.M. looks at him.

Butcher looks annoyed. "Sporty fucking Spice. What is she up to?"

Cass's face scrunches up as she leans forward. Huh? Is she hearing him correctly.

Frenchie and Bellamy exchange a look.

M.M. walks back over, with purpose. "I don't know."

"Exactly." Butcher points at him before moving his finger to Frenchie. "How about Posh? You know what she's doing?"

"I don't understand." Frenchie says to him.

"Your point?" Bellamy speaks up.

"Making clothes for anorexics. Right? Not exactly a growth market." Butcher answers himself. He glances over his shoulder at Bellamy. "And Baby? You know what she's doing?"

Frenchie raises a brow as Bellamy shakes his head.

"Fuck all. Not even page six of the Daily Mail. And Scary Spice?" Butcher turns to Cass.

"I don't fucking know." Cass sasses him.

"Up to her eyeballs in lawsuits and sex tapes." Butcher states. "Ginger, on the other hand, has released three albums. Passion, Schizophonic, and Scream If You Wanna Go Faster." He smirks.

"Wow." Cass shakes her head slowly. Whatever would she have done without this information in her life?

"They'll all make your ears bleed." Butcher tells 'em.

"You forgot Mel B and C." Bellamy coughs quietly in the midst of a stretch.

Frenchie snaps his gaze up to him and Cass pretends she didn't hear what she just heard.

"You see, when they're apart, they're absolute fucking rubbish." Butcher states, looking between everybody. "But, you put them together, they're the goddamn fucking Spice Girls.

Everyone stares at him silently.

"How do you know so much about the Spice Girls?" M.M. finally breaks the question.

Butcher sucks in a breath. "Look, the point is, that we're all shite by ourselves."

"Speak for yourself." Cass says mid yawn, causing Bellamy to scoff.

"We need each other. We need each other, or we're fucking dead in the water." Butcher continues.

Mmm, and whose fault would that be? Cass thinks to herself. She's not responsible for everybody else.

"Now you guys can beat the living fucking shit out of each other." He looks between Frenchie and M.M. "I really don't care, it ain't gonna change the past." He glances from his brother to Cass.

"Mmm, how fucking unfortunate." Cass spits out pointedly, staring harshly at Frenchie across from her before her eyes drag over next to him. "Can we still beat the shit out of each other?" She smiles sickly sweet.

"On your own time-" Butcher says, grabbing the gas from Frenchie. "Be my guest. But right now, what do you say we go find that dirty little bitch, gas her ass, then get the fuck out of here?" He turns, walking off.

"Mmm, amazing." Cass snips. "And why wasn't that done in the first place?" She narrows her eyes in Frenchie's direction.

M.M. sighs. "Don't ask. It'll just send us right back to where we started." He shakes his head. "Jesus, he gives the worst pep talks."

"He really, really does." Frenchie agrees before they follow in pursuit. Bellamy hesitates, his body betraying him as he barely glances over his shoulder, his spine too rigid to move as Cass's glare sliced into him.

"You better fucking hope she gets gassed." Cass's voice fills the thick air. "Or I swear to God I will put her ass down." And Bellamy knew she meant that. With that she follows the rest, body swaying as she breezes by, leaving Bellamy standing there for a moment alone before dragging his feet to catch up.

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The dirty, Asian woman hurries down the stairs to the lower level of the train station, scanning the crowd madly with wide eyes as she runs into the guys. As she looks forward her eyes connect with Butcher first, M.M. immediately doing a double take to notice her too, as does Cass and she shoves herself through to the front, Bellamy letting out an simmering sigh as she does.

Frenchie stretches his neck over M.M.'s shoulder, panic overtaking his features as the female back into someone, quickly turning to make a run for it as Cass starts sprinting after her before anyone else can even move a muscle.

Cass jerks her head back as the female leaps onto the train tracks, the hesitation enough for Butcher, who's in the lead, and the rest to almost catch up. They shove a few people out of their way before halting abruptly as the train can be heard rounding the corner, though Cass was already in motion to continue forward if Butcher hadn't grabbed her sleeve and before she could break his fucking hand A-Train suddenly zooms in, sweeping the female up and blowing right past them.

"Goddamnit." Bellamy's accent thickens under his frustration.

The female brings her hand around in front of A-Train's face, and scrapes, causing him to grunt in pain as she flies forward. He grabs at his face and she rolls into a landing and immediately jumps to her feet to take off. But in blink, A-Train's right behind her and grabs her arm, yanking her back before he backhands her through the cinderblock walls. The female's body soars entirely through one barrier, slamming into the other as she crashes to the ground. A-Train zips right over, wiping his forehead as the female scrambles to crawl away before he grabs her by her hair and starts slamming her head into the wall.

Cass, Butcher, Bellamy, Frenchie, and M.M. all hurry across the way, coming across the Supe smashing her head in they stop.

"Let's go." Frenchie dives forward to save her before Butcher wraps his arms around him.

"No, Frenchie. Forget it, mate. She's fucked."

"Whew." Cass whistles quietly, shaking her head. Damn, A-Train's still going.

Bellamy glares at his brother, pushing M.M.'s arm away as he pulls Frenchie back.

"A-Train!" Frenchie hollers out causing Bellamy to whip his head around to the crowd, Frenchie still in his arms. "Look everybody! Over here! Look, everybody!"

"What the fuck?!" Cass hisses, looking at him wildly, thrashing her arms out to cover his mouth before Bellamy yanks him further back.

"It's A-Train right over!" Frenchie points in the Supe's direction who has ceased his actions at the shout of his name. "Look, it's A-Train."

"A-Train's here?" A woman exclaims excitedly.

"No way." A man shouts overjoyed.

A-Train's jaw tightens as he glances down at the female, loosening his grip she thuds to the ground and he steps over, putting on a bright smile. "Hey." He chuckles, holding up his hand.

M.M. wraps his arms around Bellamy and Frenchie, pulling them out of the way as people start to come over. Cass resists the urge to scream, settling for an internal growl as she steps away from the fans while they begin to pull out their phones and ask A-Train for pictures...

The Female makes it to her feet and starts down the alleyway, the boys gaining on her, walking slowly behind as she comes to a dead end, realizing she's cornered. Cass raises a brow of satisfaction, reaching for one of her knives, wishing she had her signature weapon, though that'd be too hard to keep on the down low at a train station, but she thinks she could've pulled it off.

Butcher moves to pull the gas when Frenchie holds out his hand to stop him. "No. Let me talk to her." He tells Butcher.

Cass opens her mouth to protest, but Butcher beats her to the punch.

"Don't be fucking stupid."

"Let him try." Bellamy quickly comes to his defense, crossing his arms over his chest. He had her in the tech store. He knows it. Something clicked.

"What if she's a Spice Girl?" Frenchie proposes.

Cass scoffs. "Oh, give me a fucking break." Did she have to do everything herself around here?!

Frenchie bursts forward before anyone can object any further and Bellamy let's him go.

"Frenchie." Butcher snaps.

Cass takes a step forward causing Bellamy to hold out an arm to everyone. "Just- give him a minute." Bellamy says gruffly causing Butcher and M.M. to share a look.

Frenchie approaches her slowly as she stands defensively, taking a jolt back, she slowly backs away as Frenchie gains closer, holding his hands out as he did before. He can see her lips tremble before she steps into the shadows.

"Let me help you go home." He speaks softly.

The Female breathes heavily before nodding causing Frenchie to let out a small sigh of relief before she explodes forward, jumping on top of him, she pins him to the ground, choking him and Bellamy immediately reaches his hand out towards the gas just as Butcher rips the top off, without so much as a second through and tosses it towards the two.

Butcher pulls out a bandana as Cass buries her face in a nurse mask and M.M. pulls his shirt up, covering their noses and mouths. Bellamy waits almost a few seconds too long before ultimately burying his face in the crook of his arm, using his jacket as a guard.

The gas spews out, knocking Frenchie and The Female out instantly when it reaches them and the rest step up to them, slowly uncovering.

"She ain't no Spice Girl." Butcher voices, all four looking down as The Female unconscious, laying flat on Frenchie's chest while Bellamy shakes his his head subtly, raking his tongue across the back of his teeth and Cass fumes silently beside him, knowing she knew better. She always does.

When will he fucking learn?

When is Bellamy gonna fucking learn?

But she knew the answer....

And the answer was what she always knew.

Never.

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Hello, hellooo!! Welcome back to Moronic Morosisss ;)

Y'all are being fed a bit early this week due to several events happening this week lmao. NXT (wrestling) is on tomorrow & Outerbanks S4 pt. 2 is Thursday... so here we are haha, but who's complaining about an early Moronic Morosis update, am I righttt???

Anywaysss, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter!! I was actually loving ittt & eating it uppp haha. Cass ACTUALLY speaking to Bellamy, just to put him in his placeee!! Bellamy upset Frenchie was wrong when he could have protected him, but trust him more than his instinctive protectiveness... ugh!!!

And with that ep. 4 is finished!! WHEW! On to episode 5... which will kick off next week for Moronic Morosis's 5 month anniversary!! So until thennn, mwah!! <333