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The Seven Marcos (Star is Snow White AU part 2)

Summary: A series of one-shots and multi-chapters proving why Star Butterfly should be considered a Disney Princess, as Star and company take over the roles of all your favorite Disney Princess characters! (Starco inevitable)

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Disclaimer: Star vs and all its characters are owned by Daron Nefcy and Disney. Snow White belongs to Disney. All rights go to their respective owners.

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The forest was dark and foreboding, everything within bathed in shadows, the air alive with tension and malice. Few dared venture this far into the woods, even the bravest adventures would find a hard time crossing through the dimly lit jungle. There were many whispered rumors about the place some believing it to enchanted by a witch and that any who passed through would suffer a grim curse.

This didn't seem all that unbelievable, many things playing into its notoriously disturbing rumor, which only added to the fear. For one thing, strange and frightening noises could always be heard echoing through the treetops, as if some unknown creature was watching you just out of sight... waiting. Not to mention the fact that everything within the woods was creepy and distorted, even the trees were mangled in bizarre looking shapes, even sort of faces could be made out of the rough bark, grimly sending fear into the hearts of any who passed. Yes, it seemed the whole place gave off an unignorably eery feeling, as if there were some kind of dark magic at work there, making any who entered uncomfortable.

And it only grew worse the deeper in you went.

The particular stretch of forest Star entered was no different, the princess having walked for quite a while, the forest growing darker and colder the further in she went. She paused for a moment, wiping some stray leaves that had clung to her, before she looked up at the trees that surrounded her on all sides. They all seemed to have evil, sinister faces on them, glaring at her with wooden fangs pocking out of the bark, their sharp branches spread out like claws about to grab at her, the little light poking through the dark treeline above accenting the terror of the non-living creatures in front of her.

Suddenly, Star rolled her eyes, scoffing to herself, as she waved the trees off, saying in a semi-laugh, “Please you're gonna have to try harder than that to scare me.” She then, walked past them without a second thought, going even deeper into the woods, humming a happy tune as she did. Just as she disappeared out of sight, the trees all seemed to wilt, their scary looking faces shifting into sad, almost disappointed frowns.

…

Star continued on for several hours, going deeper and deeper into the heart of the woods, as the day slowly drew itself to a close, mostly just wandering aimlessly, thinking to herself and trying to fight off the horrible case of boredom she was suffering from. She was really starting to wish she could come across something, anything, other than stupid trees, Star even finding herself wanting to see something actually scary just to give her something to do. But even that hope was dashed, as she apparently had reached an end to the woods creepy section, the girl now wandering in a fairly beautiful and peaceful haven hidden at the dark forest's center, its bright and colorful nature the exact opposite to its dark and shadowy counterpart that lied just beyond the treeline, a hidden gem in a sea of shadows and gray.

Even as twilight began to creep in and the sun began to set, the sky turning a delightful and enchanting shade of red as it bathed the land below it in its soft glow, marking an end to another day, the forest still seemed alive with positive energy. Star could hear birds singing and chittering away in the treetops, as well as see other woodland critters happily grazing the lush landscape, a babbling brook running through the area creating a comforting melody.

But Star was far from feeling peaceful, her boredom beginning to make her feel frustrated. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Star had reached her limit, as she groaned loudly, slumping herself back in a pouty manner, ignoring the comforting sensation she was getting from the soft object she was currently laying on. “Ugh, so borrreed,” she moaned to herself. “No wonder nobody ever comes out here, there's literally nothing to see.”

“Well, other than that cottage over there,” the pink cloud spell named Cloudy (that Star was currently riding on) said cheerfully.

Star sat up immediately, curiously looking around her. “What? What cottage?” Star asked eagerly, overjoyed for something new to see, hearts once again appearing on her cheeks, beating once, before vanishing. Now that she was looking she spotted it quickly, Star indeed surprised she had missed it in the first place. It was a nice little two-story cottage, tucked in a fairly peaceful and secluded clearing, a dirt path Star couldn't believe she had missed leading to the country house, the place homey and appealing to the young princess. Though Star was surprised to see it there, under the impression that nobody ever entered this deep into the woods, much less lived there. But it seemed she was wrong. “Good catch, Cloudy,” Star praised her happy-go-lucky spell. “Now let's go see if anybodies home.”

“Sure thing, Star,” the cloud responded immediately, flying quickly over to the cottage in an attempt to try and fill his master's request faster.

Once Star and Cloudy were close enough to the cottage, Star slid off of the floating pink fluffball, finding it easy enough to walk the rest of the way. She turned back to the living cloud for a second saying cheerily, “Thanks, Cloudy, but I think I can take it from here.”

“You're welcome, Star,” the spell responded, its eyes twinkling. “I love you!”

“I love you too,” Star whispered in embarrassment, her cheeks turning pink, as she raised her wand in the air, undoing her spell. Cloudy screamed in pain, before it vanished from existence, its cry fading out a second later. Star, however, seemed unaffected by this, as she skipped off toward the cottage without a second thought.

Once Star reached the door to the cozy cottage she knocked on the firm, wood frame. She waited for someone to come answer the door, humming to herself and rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. But after a while, no one came.

Star frowned, before knocking again, this time a bit harder. “Helloooo!” she called, hoping to draw their attention. She waited once more for someone to let her inside, crossing her arms, her foot tapping away impatiently. But again, there was no reply.

Star groaned in frustration, before knocking as hard on the door as she could, waiting with clenched fists, this time not expecting much. And her suspicion was correct, once again the door left untouched and unopened.

Finally, she stepped around to a nearby window, pressing her face against it as she squinted inside. Though it was dark, Star could see that the house was empty at the moment, Star unable to make out any movements or signs of life from within. “Nobodies home,” she said to herself.

Star thought for a second trying to decide what would be the best course of action. Should she go in or not? With nobody there, this meant that Star would be intruding on someone else's private property and if she was caught she could be labeled a creep by the only other apparent resident of the spooky forest. But on the other hand, Star needed a place to stay, really not wanting to be wandering around alone in the dark. Star felt indecisive, leaning against the country house, with a tired groan. Then, her stomach growled, making up her mind for her, as she said, “That's it,” before marching back around to the front door.

There was a loud explosion as the door to the house was blasted off its hinges, landing inside the house, burnt and broken, followed by Star saying, “Oops.” She stepped inside with her now-smoking wand a guilty look in her eyes, the wand still a little more potent than she was used to. She looked around to make sure no one had seen anything, before picking the door back up and propping it half-haphazardly against its frame, before calling it good enough. She turned on her heels so she could get a good look at the home she had broken in t- err, she had entered. Or at least she would have, if the room wasn't pitch black. “Ugh, why is it so dark in here?” she groaned.

She waved her wand, doing a graceful spin, chanting cheerily, “Luminescent Glowworm Lightshow!” Suddenly, the room was covered in smiling, floating glowworms making it far easier to see everything. “There, that's better,” she said, giving a small nod, allowing herself a successful smile.

“Hi Star!!” all the luminescent creatures called as one.

“Hi guys!” she replied, equally joyfully. With the house now well-lit Star could see that the place was just as homey on the inside as it was on the outside, Star feeling quite comfortable already in there, though she did notice that the house was kept absolutely spotless, the floors scrubbed clean to perfection, everything organized and put in its prospective place, and not a speck of dust or cobwebs anywhere to be seen. Whoever did the cleaning there was an exceptionally tidy person, borderline obsessive. “Wow, someone really likes cleaning,” Star said to herself, as the distinct scent of soap drifted to her nose, even though that seemed rather unlikely considering the house had probably been abandoned all day.

This was when she noticed the next thing about the house, it wasn't owned by merely one person, in fact she figured it was instead shared by seven people, due to the fact that that number kept popping up over and over again, all throughout the home. Everything in the house had been divided up perfectly for seven people, from the number of chairs they had to sit in, to the number of cups they had setting in their cupboard, and so on and so forth. Seven, seven, seven.

“Huh? So this place must belong to seven people, then?” she concluded, thoughtfully, walking up the steps that led to the second floor. “Well hopefully they won't mind taking in one more house guest.”

She paused in the doorway of the bedroom, staring in at the seven neatly made beds, not a wrinkle in sight. “Oh, great,” she dead-panned. “They all are super tidy.” She herself was not the most organized person in the world, but she would have to be extra careful about making messes from this point on to ensure that she stayed on whoever lived there's good side. She just hoped she could convince them to let her stay, Star figuring a lot of begging would be involved, especially after what she had accidentally done to their door (She should probably try and fix that actually, before they got back). Still, there was no point in stressing about it now, she would just cross that bridge when she got there... or when they got back... or whatever.

She was just about to head downstairs, when suddenly, a wave of exhaustion flooded over her, her whole body feeling as heavy as a brick, causing her to yawn. She rubbed at her now-heavy eyelids, Star really struggling to stay awake all of a sudden. She had no idea what had brought her sudden fatigue on, Star realizing she must have been more worn out by everything than she had thought. Who would have figured that being almost killed by an assassin sent by your adopted mother bent on taking over your throne would take so much out of you?

Without realizing it, she found herself laying down on the nearest bed, still yawning, settling easily into the comfy pillow and soft sheets, now bathed in their warmth. She knew she should try and stay awake, so she could greet the owners when they got back but she had no idea when that would be or even if it would be anytime soon. For all she knew they would be gone all night, so she concluded to take a tiny nap, just to get her energy back. “I'll just close my eyes for one minute,” she mumbled half-asleep, her heavy eyelids already shut, as she gave in to her exhaustion and allowed herself to rest.

A moment later, the girl was snoring, already fast asleep.

…

Not too far off from the country cottage, seven young boys all wearing bright red hoodies marched through the woods in a line, all of them ready to get back home after a long day of work. Though they all wore the same exact outfit their choice in fashion was not the only similarity the boys all shared. In fact, they were mostly identical, the same brown hair, same brown eyes and tanned skin, even the same mole on all of their left cheeks. They were all spitting images of each other, the similarities between them too many to count. They even shared the same name: Marco Ubaldo Diaz. Though there were some noticeable differences, too, all of them slightly altering their appearances just enough that that they could be told apart to help make it less confusing.

The one in the lead, who wore a brown sweater vest ontop of his hoodie and a pair of glasses, held up a lantern to light his path, as he guided his matching companions through the dark woods. He smiled as he spotted a familiar sight just up ahead, their cottage looking quite welcoming after a long day in the mines. “Hey guys, I can see the house up ahead. We're almost home.”

“'Bout time,” The Marco behind him mumbled, annoyed. He wore a black leather jacket over his hoodie, a pair of fingerless black gloves, a purple beanie laying over his messy, unkept hair, and a random band-aid on his cheek. He had his hands tucked deep in his pockets, walking forward with a noticeable slump and an angry frown on his face.

“Yeah we made it!” another one of the boys cheered, pumping his fists excitedly in the air, a bright smile permanently engraved on his face and his eyes always shining with unsuppressed joy. His hoodie was tied around his waist, showing off his white undershirt that had a picture of a yellow sun on it. “Isn't that great, Marco?!”

He turned to look at another of the Marco's, who gave a short little nod and a thumbs up. There seemed to be no noticeable difference in the boy's choice of clothing in comparison to the others, wearing just his hoodie, black slacks and green sneakers like the rest. The only difference for him came from the fact that he never spoke a word, having to gesture any emotion he wanted to relay.

The hyper boy picked up his pace so he could give his scowling counterpart a playful nudge with his elbow, to his obvious annoyance. “Told you we would make it back!”

The leather-wearing Marco rolled his eyes, snapping in irritation, “Whatever?” He roughly shoved the cheerful boy away from him without a second thought. “Would have gotten here sooner if someone hadn't gone the wrong way.” He gave the Marco in the lead a knowing look, the smugness on his face unmistakable.

The glasses-wearing boy came to a stop as he shot him a glare at the comment. “Hey that's not my fault,” Marco said defensively. He pointed to another one of the hooded boys. “He's the one who made us go the 'safe route'.” He did air-quotes on the last phrase to demonstrate his point. The others all sighed.

“What?!” the Marco in question cried, looking quite offended by their negative behavior, looking between them all with a frown. His choice in fashion was more safety-inclined, wearing a blue helmet, a safety vest over his hoodie, as well as a fanny pack which was for, in his words exactly, “just in case”.

“The way our leader wanted to go was known for bear attacks! Forgive me if I wanted to keep everyone from getting eaten.” He crossed his arms in a pouty gesture. “And we made it back, anyways, didn't we? And with all our limbs attached. So really you should all be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?” leather-clad Marco asked knowingly, raising a cryptic eyebrow.

“You're welcome,” the other boy shot back, giving him a smug smile.

“Hey guys,” another voice whispered shyly from the back of the line, this one wearing his hood up at all times, his face always covered slightly by shadows. He blushed as all eyes were drawn to him, looking away from them and slowly shrinking a bit into himself.

“What? What is it, Marco?” the smiling Marco said, moving closer so he was leaning in to his face, which only made the other more nervous and unsure.

“Umm, well I-I...” the boy stuttered out, his voice getting softer with every word, tapping the tips of his pointer fingers together nervously.

Finally, the black-clothed Marco let out an annoyed sigh, before snapping, “Just get to the point!”

The blushing boy gulped, before blurting in a still-quiet tone, “Well, I just noticed that there are lights on in the house is all.”

All the Marco's turned to look back at the cottage, seeing that their shy counterpart was right, though it was faint and far away, there was a noticeable light seen seeping from the windows, even from that distance. “Okay who's turn was it to put out the candles this morning?” the glasses-wearing Marco asked, looking between the others accusingly.

His gaze, as well as most of the others halted on the final Marco, who was looking sheepishly around him, noticing everyone now staring at him. He was more unkept than the others, his hair messy and his clothes slightly disheveled with little rips in the hoodie and jeans here and there. He also had a large band-aid on the top of his forehead, but unlike the other boy's, who’s seemed more for show, his seemed to be serving its actual, intended purpose. “Uhhh, well technically that would be me,” he said guiltily, raising a finger in the air.

“Of course it was,” leather-wearing Marco scoffed, rolling his eyes. The others all shook their heads, all of them well aware of how accident-pron the boy could be sometimes... or a lot of times.

“You need to be more careful,” cautious Marco cut in, wagging a scolding finger in the air. “The whole house could have burnt down. Do you have any idea how easy it is for a house to catch fire from an unsupervised flame?”

“But I swear I remembered to do it this time, you gotta believe me,” the boy shot back, shooting them all an innocent smile, his eyes pleading. “Just ask Marco, he'll vouch for me.” He pulled the silent teen in front of him, who nodded his head in agreement to what his counterpart was saying.

“Well someone left the lights on,” the safe boy said, putting his hands to his hips. “And since it was your job that means it had to be you!”

“But I didn't!”

“Actually I saw him, too,” the blushing Marco whispered shyly, but he was vastly ignored by the others as the two Marco's continued to go at it. “Oh okay, never mind,” he muttered, rubbing a hand up and down his arm.

“Come on guys, let's not fight,” the leader of the Marco's said, literally stepping between the two, trying to quell the argument before it could get out of hand. “We're all Marco's here.”

“Debatably,” leather-clad Marco spoke up, shooting the smiling boy next to him a glare, while, sliding his hands expertly into his pockets.

But the perky boy seemed unfazed by the insult, as he slung an arm happily around the glaring teen, while pocking him in the shoulder with his free hand, “Oh come on, Marco. You know you love me.”

“You are literally the worst,” the rebellious boy snapped, pulling out of his grasp. “Can't believe I was ever this perky! And stop poking me, you're gonna mess up my jacket.”

This caused their leader to tiredly pinch the bridge of his nose, releasing an exasperated sigh. “Can we just... go home please, before the whole place burns down?” he asked flatly, too overwhelmed to deal with the situation any further, already walking off toward the cottage.

“Okay let's go!” the happy-go-lucky Marco exclaimed in joy, already racing off toward the house, three other Marco's following after, the shy boy keeping his head down so as not to attract attention, the safe Marco watching him and the others closely to make sure they didn't trip on anything, and the black-clothed teen following with an annoyed scowl, looking like he clearly had better things to do.

That left only the clumsy Marco and the silent Marco alone, watching the others go, clumsy Marco looking more and more distressed by the second. “Wait, guys, I really didn't do it!” he shouted after them, but they were either too far away to hear or just didn't care to listen anymore. He sighed loudly, a hurt look in his eyes as he turned to his silent partner. “You believe me, right?”

The mute gave a sad look, patting him on the shoulder to show he understood.

…

The closer the five got, the brighter the lights became, until the glasses-wearing Marco put out his lantern, finding its light unnecessary, the forest now well-lit by the glow from their country home. Eventually, the Marcos found themselves standing in front of their home, all of them relieved to finally be back. They all stared up at the country cottage, examining it closely as they walked to their front door, able to easily make out the features of their lovely home from the bright lights still being cast out the windows within, lighting up the whole area. “Geez, how many candles did the idiot light?” the black-leathered teen observed in annoyance, feeling a little confused how a few measly candles could be creating so much luminosity.

“Well, look on the bright side,” the hyper boy said cheerily, taking a second to chuckle at his unintentional pun before finishing. “At least it's still standing.”

“Yeah, thankfully,” cautious Marco mumbled, still a little peeved about his counterparts blatant disregard for safety. “He could have burnt the whole forest down with that many candles.”

“But he didn't,” happy Marco defended. “Everything is safe and sound, just like you like it.”

The other Marco sighed, before an almost relaxed smile graced his lips. “Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean it doesn't look like anything caught on fire.”

“That's the spirit, Marco!” the leader of the Marcos said, proud of his nervous counterpart for being positive for once in his life, turning to look at him and the others, as he reached out a hand to push the door open, saying reassuringly, “See, I told you there was nothing to be worried ab-”

But the boy never got to finish his sentence, as his hand carelessly brushed against the rough wood, the whole thing immediately falling over revealing the inside of the quiet cottage, making the boy stagger. Every single Marcos' mouth dropped open at the sight that greeted them within, the entire area coated in smiling, glowing worm-like creatures, which were floating in the air.

The startling creatures, all attracted to the loud noise, turned to look at the five boys who still stood agape in the doorway, huddled together in a small sea of bright red. For a few seconds there was just silence, as the five like-minded teens stared at the wondrous glowing creatures. Until finally, the boys seemed to have recovered from their shock all of them releasing a high-pitched scream, reminiscing that of a girl. The glowworms also screamed, before flooding out of the house, the Marcos having to jump out of the way to avoid getting hit by the stampede of floating worms.

Just as the creatures were exiting their home, the final two Marcos stepped out of the woods and into the clearing outside their house, both of them thrown off-guard by the creatures heading right toward them. Clumsy Marco tried to dodge out of the way, but ended up tripping, falling into his quiet friend causing them both to land hard on the floor, as the swarm of creatures flew over their heads. “Sorry!” the guilty boy screamed.

The others all just watched in awe as the glowworms disappeared into the night sky, heading off to who knows where as they panted, trying to recover from the shocking ordeal. Once he knew it was safe, the klutzy Marco helped his mute partner up, still muttering sheepish apologizes to him.

“What the heck was that?!” cautious Marco shouted.

“Uhhhh, I honestly have no idea,” their leader muttered in response, his eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “They looked like... worms or something.”

“Well whatever those things were, they're gone now,” leather-clad Marco pointed out.

“Yeah, but, something had to of let those things inside,” the leader said, sounding deep in thought. “Not to mention knock the door over. And since none of us were here than... it must have been somebody else.”

“What?!” cautious Marco exclaimed, instantly on guard, raising his hands in some sort of karate stance. “Like-like-like an intruder or-or a burglar?!”

“Don't know,” the boy replied, his voice soft and mysterious. His gaze slowly shifted to the broken shambles of what was once their door. “But whoever it was, packs a big punch.”

“But how could that be?” the clumsy boy pointed out, as he and his quiet partner caught up with the rest. “We're the only ones who live out here?”

“Apparently not anymore,” leather-clad Marco said, as he and the others all looked into the doorway.

“So, what do we do?” shy Marco asked, softly, looking to the leader.

“Move!” the safe kid shouted in concern, his suggestion met with a lot of eye-rolling from the others.

“Other than that,” leather-clad Marco said in a huff.

“Well one of us should go check out the house, just to make sure they're gone,” the leader said, adjusting his glasses.

“But how do we decide who that is?” the klutzy boy asked.

Nobody answered, as they all just looked amongst each other, nervously, casting weary glances at the doorway, none daring to volunteer for the crazy task, waiting for someone else to speak up instead. After a moment of anxious silence, happy Marco finally blurted out, “Not it!” to which the rest of the Marcos quickly reciprocated, all but the mute boy shouting out the same phrase, cementing themselves as free from having to traverse the now dangerous home.

“Well looks like it's all on you, Marco,” the leader said to his silent companion, the others trying to hide their sighs of relief.

The boy pointed to himself in shock.

“Yes you,” rebel Marco said, rolling his eyes, before sharply pointing his finger inside. “Now get in there.”

The silent boy took a step back, shaking his head vigorously. He looked around at all of them helplessly, his eyes pleading for them to not make him be the one to do it. He even did a little begging gesture with his hands, his eyes widening, giving them a sad puppy-dog look, but unfortunately the other Marcos were immune to the adorable stare. “Come on, Marco,” cautious Marco insisted. “You know the rules. You lost fair and square.” The boy put his hands on his hips, raising a knowing eyebrow.

“Okay, okay, so technically you couldn't really talk so it wasn't exactly fair,” the other Marco corrected himself. “But what do you want us to do about it?”

The quiet one released a soundless sigh, before taking on a brave face and marching into the house, having to step over the fallen door. The others waited in the doorway, watching him intensely.

The mute made quick work of the first story, checking in every area he could think an intruder would hide in within the living room and kitchen. But after a couple of second it became apparent he was alone, save for the six pairs of brown eyes watching his every movement. The boy looked around at the small one-story floor, tapping a finger to his chin, knowing that it would be unlikely any intruder would be down there. Most likely if they were still there they would have gone...

Marco looked up at the second floor, the door to the bedroom left wide-open. He did an “ah-ha” gesture, before turning to the others with a proud smile, pointing to the wooden staircase. He quickly went over, before slowly scaling up the creaky steps, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The others just watched in growing sadness, until the shy one of them said, “There goes one brave Marco.” The others all nodded.

“Well, looks like we're officially down to six,” the black-clothed teen said.

“Funny I always thought the clumsy one of us would have been the first to go,” happy Marco pointed out.

“Me too,” klutzy Marco exclaimed in joy, sounding just as surprised. He did a small little fist pump in celebration. “Yes, outliving expectations!”

…

Marco slowly peeked his head into the bedroom, his brown eyes searching the dark room thoroughly for any signs of an intruder. It didn't take long before he noticed the small figure laying on one of the beds. Though the boy couldn't tell anything about the shadowy figure currently on the timid Marco's bed, he could tell by their soft breathing that they were fast asleep, hearing the tell-tale sound of snoring every so often.

He hesitated for a second, unsure if he should risk waking the stranger, before he began to carefully tip-toe closer, until he was standing over the bed, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark enough to inspect their trespasser. But once he did, the boy was shocked and amazed by what he saw, the person in front of him not some mad, crazy thief but a beautiful blond girl. She was about his age, her face looking gentle and peaceful as she slept, and the boy felt his cheeks flush instantly as he noticed how cute she was. It had been a long time since he or any of the others had seen anyone from outside the forest, all of them choosing to a life of seclusion from the rest of the world, so the boy couldn't remember how long ago it had been since he had last seen a girl. Much less one that pretty.

For a moment the boy was frozen in a blushing state of shock as he just watched the pretty blond sleep, his eyes shimmering as he was mesmerized by her simple act of breathing. For just a second he thought he saw pink hearts appear on her cheeks and he blinked caught off-guard by the sight. He rubbed his eyes, but when he looked again they were gone, Marco thinking it must have just been a trick of the light. Or maybe...

“Hey Marco did you find anything?!”

He cringed at the loud voice yelling from below, watching the girl wide-eyed for any reaction. But the girl was stuck deep in dreamland, simply rolling over, making a little moaning sound, before falling back to sleep and the boy released a silent sigh, putting a hand to his pounding heart. He quickly exited the room, before anyone could shout anything else to him, looking down over the railing to the bottom of the staircase where the rest of the Marcos had gathered, all of them seeming a little shocked to see him there.

“Marco, you're alive!” the cautious one shouted in relief. While behind him, the grumpy one of him handed over some cash to the smiling boy, who excepted the cash with an “I-told-you-so” look.

The silent boy just nodded, shooting them all a comforting smile.

“Did you see anyone up there?” the leader Marco asked, seriously.

Once again, the boy nodded and all the Marcos gasped.

“So someone is here,” the safe boy muttered, sounding fearful.

“Were they dangerous? Did they attack you?” glasses-wearing Marco asked, looking equally as panicked.

“Did you fight them off, at least?” the black-leathered teen asked, crossly.

The mute Marco waved his hands in front of him, shaking his head.

“Wait, so they didn't attack?” the cautious boy asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“Did they seem like fun, then?” the happy Marco blurted, feeling far less weary of the stranger than the others, his scowling counterpart shooting him a glare. “What?” the boy asked innocently.

“Does it look like they took anything?” the leader tried, ignoring the outburst from the other.

Silent Marco thought for a second, before shrugging unsure, but the look in his eyes told them that he didn't think so.

“Huh? So then what are they still doing here?” the nervous boy asked, his eyes wide with freight.

Marco pretended to go to sleep, putting his hands together and laying his head against them.

“Sleeping?!” they all shouted in surprise.

Marco immediately put a finger to his lips, trying to tell them to keep their voices down, his eyes jumping to the still-opened door with a grimace. The other boys all started to talk at once, asking questions to the silent one, who kept opening his mouth and raising his hands to answer but was unable to, due to all the interruptions.

“Wait, what are they doing sleeping in our house?”

“What do they look like?”

“Who are they and what do they want?”

“Did you tell them to get lost?”

Finally, the boy sighed giving up on explaining, before waiting patiently for them all to quiet down. Eventually, they stopped, just watching the hooded boy. He gestured to them to follow him, before going back into the room, figuring it was better to just show them what they were dealing with. The others shared a look with each other, feeling unsure, before climbing up the staircase after their far braver counterpart, wearily.

A minute later, all seven boys were gathered around the bed staring wide-eyed at the sleeping girl, all of them with slight blushes on their cheeks, though none worse than the shy ones, that particular Marco's face the brightest shade of red any of them had ever seen him, while he nervously muttered things to himself under his breath and looking at anything in the room other than his bed and the blond currently asleep on it.

“I-It's a girl!” the glasses-wearing Marco stuttered needlessly, adjusting his glasses as if afraid his eyes were playing tricks on him.

“We can see that genius,” the rebellious Marco growled though he also looked very thrown-off guard.

“But who is she?” the safe one asked, eying the girl suspiciously, despite the fast beating of his heart. “And what is she doing here?”

“S-She's in my bed,” the boy's heard a voice squeak behind them, all of them turning to see the bashful boy, who apparently had recovered enough to speak and who looked like he was on the verge of passing out, probably due to all the blood rushing to his face. “W-W-What is s-she doing in my bed?”

They all shared a look, knowing they had to do something to try and calm their counterpart down, as he went back to muttering under his breath, his whole body shaking. “Deep breaths, Marco,” the leader said in a soothing whisper, moving beside him, so he was patting the boy on the back, trying to get him to recover from all his worrying thoughts. “Deep breaths.”

“Yeah, it isn't that big of a deal, is it?” the smiling Marco tried, also patting his companion on the back, but far less gentle than the other, keeping his voice down to a semi-yell. “I mean, so what if there's some super pretty girl sleeping in our room...”

The boy's eyes widened as he seemed to of realized what he said, he and all the others simultaneously whipping their heads back toward the snoozing blond. “Guys,” glasses Marco breathed, his face turning redder and redder by the second. “Th-there's a girl.... in our room.”

“What do we do?” klutzy Marco asked, his hands unknowingly tugging at the strands of brown hair that were poking out of his helmet.

“Tell her to leave, of course,” rebel Marco stated as if the answer was obvious.

“Wait! We can't wake her up,” the safe kid said in a loud hiss.

“Why not?” the leather-clad teen argued. “It's still our house, after all.”

“Well, because...” the boy started, but drifted off into silence, unsure of the answer.

Rebel Marco huffed. “Look, pretty or not she still broke in and she has to go.” The boy realizing what he said, quickly looked away from the others, coughing into his hand to try and cover his blush. “Anyways, I'll bet she's nothing but trouble,” he added.

“Awww come on we don't know that,” the happy-go-lucky boy defended, sticking up for the girl.

Meanwhile, Star slowly began shifting more and more in her sleep, the sound of voices finally reaching her in her slumbering state, pulling her out of her peaceful dreams. The safe Marco seemed to of noticed this, as he said in a nervous whisper, “Uhhh guys, I think she's starting to wake up.”

The others immediately dropped their own conversations as they realized their paranoid counterpart was right, gasping in shock and backing away from the bed. “What do we do? What do we do?” shy Marco said in panic, looking around the room for a hiding spot. In the end he settled for hiding behind the glasses-wearing Marco, most of the others doing the same, all except the rebellious Marco who refused to hide behind anyone like a coward.

Finally, Star woke up completely, sitting up slowly, yawning and stretching, as she rubbed at her tired eyes. “Where am I?” she wondered to herself groggily, looking around at the unfamiliar dark room. That was when her eyes landed on the seven figures hovering close to her bed, the light from the doorway casting shadows on them, giving them a creepy look. She let out a startled scream, causing the boys to jump.

“Uhh, hi,” the lead one said, nervously, giving her an awkward smile and holding up a hand in greeting. “We-”

“Mega Narwhal Blast!” Star screamed, not giving the boy a chance to explain himself, as she instinctively held out her wand at the group of creeps.

“No, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!” the boy shouted, but it was too late as a giant shining narwhal appeared from nowhere, causing all the boys to scream in alarm, before it slammed into them. The next thing they knew, they were all thrown back out of their bedroom, still screaming, and into the cramped hallway.

Somehow all of them managed to remain standing, but poor clumsy Marco found himself dangling over the staircase, every other Marco pressed against him, coming dangerously close to falling over the lingering perch, his arms waving wildly as he tried to keep balance. But the hooded boy lost his fight against the force of gravity and the inevitable, as he and the others all tumbled down the stairs together, the narwhal following right after.

Star could hear the racket from the bedroom, a loud set of banging and cries of pain resulting as they painfully clattered against the wooden steps on their way down to the first story floor. Meanwhile, Star could only stare wide eyed at the opened doorway, still holding her smoking wand up, a look of fear on her face as she realized her mistake. Finally, the clattering stopped, the room going unbearably quiet for Star, the girl jumping off the bed and running out into the hallway. She leaned over the railing looking down at the pile of limbs and regret waiting at the bottom of what had probably felt like a really long staircase, the narwhal, of course, laying on top of them all, crushing the houses residents under its massive weight.

“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!” she cried, running down the steps two at a time, going over to try and help the poor unsuspecting victims. She used her wand to reverse the spell, diminishing the heavy narwhal from existence. “I-I can't believe I just did that!” she exclaimed, guiltily. “I guess I just saw you all there and I just reacted- anyways I'm sooooo-”

Star's apology was cut short as she suddenly took notice of the seven boys in front of her, who were all rubbing at their different sore limbs from the rough fall. She was surprised to find that all of them looked unbelievable similar, apart from a few differences in their appearance here and there, the boys seemed to be exactly the same person, even down to the cute little mole under all their left cheeks.

But she heard one of the boys moan in pain and she quickly shook her head, snapping herself out of her stupor, as she said to him, “Oh right, here let me help you.” She hauled him to his feet, the boy opening his eyes and staring into the face of his rescuer. That was when the boy's face flushed, turning a brighter shade of red than his hoodie and his body began shaking uncontrollably. Star noticed this and asked in concern, “Are you okay?”

“I-I-I-I-” the boy squeaked out, unable to answer the worried princess, before he lowered his head so Star could no longer see his face. Star recognizing him being overcome with embarrassment mercifully released his arm, the boy immediately pulling away and hiding behind the nearest available look-alike, pulling his hoodie further and further over his eyes. The boy he had chosen, who wore a black leather jacket, stared at her with an icy glare, Star feeling the room grow colder at the hard look.

“Sorry I didn't mean to scare him,” Star apologized. She looked around the room at the equally weary and angry faces glaring back at her and she giggled nervously. “Sooo, are you guys all like... brothers or something?” she risked, hoping to break the ice.

“Actually we-” one of them started, but he was interrupted as one of them jumped to their feet in a panic, clapping a hand over his mouth.

“Don't answer that!” he screamed, pulling the boy a step further away from her, Star taking note that this boy was wearing a helmet and safety vest. “She broke into our house, remember?! And she just used magic, so she must be some kind of witch!”

“I'm not a witch!” Star said, sounding quite offended at the accusation.

“Then how could you make all those weird and crazy creatures by using that stick thing?” the first boy asked, finally removing the hand from his mouth, though he sounded far less suspicious than the others, sounding almost mystified by Star's magical capabilities, his eyes shimmering with intrigue. He wore his hoodie around his waist, Star noticed.

“Well first of all it's called a wand,” she explained waving the object around a bit in her hand, which caused the helmeted boy to flinch and duck for cover behind his friend. “And secondly it's because I...” Star stopped mid-sentence, not sure if she should tell them about her true identity yet or not. “...I just can, okay,” she finished weakly, crossing her arms and giving them all a sour expression. “But that doesn't make me a witch.”

“Witttccchhh,” the smiling boy whispered loudly to the boy next to him.

Star huffed. “I'm not a witch, I'm a magic princess, okay?!” she said, angrily. Her eyes went wide as she realized what she just said, the others all looking at her with mixed levels of confusion and surprise.

“Wait what?” the glasses-wearing boy asked in shock.

“Uhhh nothing,” Star said quickly trying to dodge the subject. “I didn't say anything.”

“Yes you did, you just said you're a princess,” another one of the boys argued, this one looking far messier and unkempt, in comparison to the others that is.

“Nope, no princesses here,” Star answered anxiously. “Just a normal, ordinary, non-princess girl who can use a magic wand is all.” She chuckled nervously, sweat dripping down her face. The boys all gave her disbelieving looks.

“Rigggghhht,” the leathered teen huffed in anger, rolling his eyes. “Well whoever you are, just get out of our house already.” He sharply pointed a finger to the still-gaping entrance to the home.

“Wait you guys can't kick me out!” Star cried, her eyes pleading as she held the wand up to her face.

“Uhhh, pretty sure we can,” the glasses-wearing boy stated. “Considering you broke in.”

“Yeah and you ruined our door,” the suspicious boy added, still hiding behind one of the others. He sighed, shaking his head in disgrace. “We just got that fixed too after the last person who destroyed it.”

“Hey I said I was sorry,” the disheveled of the set shouted, defensively.

“No, no, wait, wait,” Star said, rushing over to the entrance. She waved her wand over the empty frame as a new door appeared magically in its place, looking the same as the last one. “See, all better.” She chuckled nervously, giving them an anxious smile, and she took solace as some of the boys faces seemed to soften a little, though not much. “If you let me stay I swear I'll- I'll make it up to you,” she added.

“How?” the suspicious boy asked.

“Uhhh, well maybe I can, ummm, help clean your house,” she started, before looking around the spotless living room, as the others raised their eyebrows at her and she sighed. “Oh right, well there has to be something I can do.” The boys still didn't seem convinced, so she clapped her hands together in a pleading gesture, looking at them with the saddest puppy dog look she could. “I'll think of something, just please don't kick me out! Please, please, please.”

Everyone was silent for a moment and Star held a breath as they all looked amongst each other with varying levels of skepticism, none of them looking sure about letting the girl stay. That was until, the final of the boys stepped out, walking over to the girl and putting an arm around her to show he was on her side.

“Oh wait, don't tell us you actually trust her,” the grumpy one said, harshly.

The boy nodded his head, puffing his chest out to show his resolve.

“But we don't know anything about her,” the safe one added.

The boy shrugged as if to say, “So?”

“We don't even know her name,” the glasses-wearing teen said wearily.

“Well I don't know any of your names, either,” Star pointed out.

“Then how about this,” the hyper one suddenly spoke up. “If you tell us your name then we'll tell you ours.” He looked around at all the others. “That sounds fair, right?”

“I guess,” the cautious one muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No,” the leathered teen snapped.

“Great!” the happy one exclaimed, ignoring the other two. He turned to Star with an eager expression, impatiently waiting for her to tell them her true identity. Though, Star was grateful two boys had stuck up for her, they had just put her on the spot, leaving her no alternative for staying. She either told them the truth or get thrown out into the dark woods, meaning she had to make a decision... and fast.

“Okay fine,” she sighed, giving up. “My name is Star Butterfly,” she said, a bit more perkily.

The boys all gasped in shock at that. “As in... Princess Star Butterfly?” the glasses-wearing boy muttered in disbelief. “The heir to the throne, Princess Star Butterfly.”

“The one from the royal scrolls,” the perky one spoke up, holding up the paper in question, pointing to it.

“Yep. That's me,” Star replied, proudly. “Though those things do tend to over exaggerate some things,” she added, rolling her eyes.

“Wow, so you are a magical princess!” the hyper boy exclaimed, his eyes shining with joy. The others also looked quite overjoyed by the revelation, smiling amongst each other, all except for the rebellious teen, who still looked far from convinced and the safe kid who continued to cast weary glances her way.

“I can't believe I'm really meeting you for real!” the perky one continued, as he shot her a mind-numbingly wide smile. “I've always wanted to meet you! I've read all the stories about you!You sounded so amazing and cool!”

Star smiled, finding delight in the boys praise, feeling her cheeks warm up. “Thanks,” she said, returning the smile with one of her own. She was shocked though as all the boy's mouths dropped open, Star looking between them with confusion for a moment. “What?” she asked.

“Your... cheeks,” the leader said, blinking.

Star put a hand to her cheek to see what all the fuss was about, finally noticing that her body had once again reacted to her emotions, as the hearts resurfaced onto her cheeks, beating in time to her pulse. “Oh yeah,” she said, nonchalantly. “They tend to do that sometimes. No big deal.”

“So then its true,” the safe one whispered, mystified. “You really are Princess Star.”

“But what are you doing out here in the middle of the woods?” the klutzy boy asked.

“Welllll,” Star said, sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. “It's kind of a long story.”

“Try us,” the leader said.

So Star told them the whole story, telling them every little detail of her day, finding the seven boys surprisingly easy to talk to, as she found herself rambling on and on about how big of a jerk her step-mother was, the boys all just listening in a saddened silence, even the previously suspicious one looking more and more sympathetic of the girl. Only the rebellious teen seemed unaffected by the tale, as he had resided to sulking in the corner, casting glares at the others every so often, while the rest just watched the girl intensely as she finished up her story. “And then I saw your cottage and decided to see if anyone was there, and I, uhh, accidentally knocked your door down, and then I fell asleep, and then you all came back and woke me up and then, well... you know the rest.”

“Wowww,” the clumsy boy said, in disbelief of the whole, crazy tale. “That's... horrible.”

“I can't believe the queen would do that,” glasses-wearing boy said, softly, looking at her woefully. “I'm so sorry, Star.”

The mute boy put a hand on her shoulder, looking at her with sad eyes, trying to relay his sympathy to her without being able to speak.

“Yeah, you're just so cool and fun,” the hyper boy said, his face an uncharacteristic frown. “Why would anyone want to hurt you?”

“Thanks guys, that's so sweet of you,” Star said, giving them each a grateful smile.

“But being attacked by a monster!” the cautious one said, his eyes wide with fear. “And with no monster repellant, you must have been so scared!”

“Not really,” Star said, bravely. “Buff Frog is actually pretty nice. I'm just lucky she didn't hire that Rusticore guy, now he would have been trouble.” She rolled her eyes at the thought of the ruthless huntsmen she had heard stories about.

“Well, if you really need a place to stay then...” the leader said, looking around at the other boys for their input, silently consulting them on their opinion on the matter. But seeing the resolve in their eyes he took a deep breath and said, “...we'd be happy to let you lay low here for a while.” The rest of the boys all nodded in agreement, wanting to help keep the young princess safe from her cruel step-mother, even the suspicious, cautious boy looking open to the idea.

“Really?!” Star exclaimed in joy.

“Yeah,” the boy said. “We'd all like you to stay.”

From the corner, the leathered teen loudly cleared his throat, clearly trying to draw their attention and the four-eyed boy frowned, before correcting himself, “Well, most of us would like you to stay.” He shot his look-alike a glare, before turning back to Star. “But he's outnumbered, so it doesn't matter.”

“Awww, you guys,” she gushed, her smile never wider. “Hugs!!” she cried, sweeping the six boys into a bone-crushing hug, not noticing as their faces blushed from the act. “This is gonna be so amazing!”

Suddenly a thought came to her, as she finally released the bright faced boys from the hug. “But wait, I just realized you never told me any of your names.”

The boys all looked amongst each other for a second, Star confused why they were all suddenly so hesitant. “What?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at them.

Finally, the safe one said, “Our names are... Marco Diaz.”

Star blinked, taking a second to process that information. “Okay wait, wait,” Star said, in clear confusion. “So your parents named all of you Marco, cause that's a little weird.”

“What? No, no!” the cautious Marco exclaimed immediately, realizing she didn't understand what they were getting at.

“We don't just share the same name,” the happy Marco helpfully supplied. “We're all the same person!”

“Whhhhaaat?!” Star shouted, her eyes wide in surprise.

“Well we used to be, until a few years ago a witch cursed us,” four-eyed Marco explained. “Or me, I guess,” he added, rolling his eyes, unsure, always finding explaining this super confusing, before continuing. “Anyways, she split us into different versions of the original Marco's personalities because she claimed I could never learn to live with myself.” He smiled before he said, “But it turns out I'm surprisingly easy to get along with.”

“Yeah!” the others exclaimed in unison, all simultaneously giving each other high-fives.

Star was more then taken aback by the unbelievable news, but she found the strength through her confused and befuddled mind to ask, “But why would she do that?”

“We don't remember,” the klutzy boy responded, sadly, the others hanging their heads in shame. “As a part of the curse she also stole all our memories of our life before.”

“And unless we can find a way to reverse the curse,” the smiling Marco added, his voice uncharacteristically tight. “Then we're stuck like this...” He gestured to the other look-alikes around him. “...with no memories of who we were.”

Star looked sadly between each of the Marcos, seeing the pain in each of their eyes, even the grumpy teen, looking hurt, staring intensely at his feet, his smug grin one of depression. Star thought for a second, wanting to find a way to help the boys, her own eyes slowly lowering to the floor. Until she spotted her wand and a small smile lit up her face as an idea came to her, light bulbs appearing on her cheeks for just a second. “Maybe I can find a way to fix your curse,” Star supplied.

The Marcos all looked at her in shock, stunned by the kind offer. “Really?” the leader asked, surprised she would do something for a group of boys she just met. “You think you could?”

“Well it's worth a try at least,” Star said, with a shrug. “My spell book has a lot of spells that talk about reversing curses maybe I can find one to help you guys.”

“You would do that for us?” the safe boy asked, putting a hand to his chest, feeling guilty for judging the girl so harshly when they first met, as his brown eyes shimmered with gratitude.

“Sure why not?” Star said, with a shrug. “I mean since you guys are letting me stay here it's the least I could do.”

“Awww, you are so nice!” the happy boy exclaimed, his joy returning full force as he swept the girl into a tight hug, the mute Marco doing the same. Star felt her cheeks flush for a second, no doubt her hearts returning for a brief instant, before they released her.

Star was surprised as the blushing Marco stepped closer to her, his cheeks still bright red and his hands twitching at his side. “Yes, Marco, what is it?” she asked.

“U-Um,” the boy stuttered, his eyes jumping around the room as he tried not to be nervous from the princess' stare focusing on him. “I-I-I just wanted to say thank you for-for helping us out.”

Star just smiled sweetly at him, happy he had finally spoken to her, those being his first words since they had met, celebrating the occasion with a quick hug, the boy going stiff at her soft touch. “Your welcome,” she said, cheerily, nuzzling his hot cheek for a second. Finally, she mercifully released him and he quickly went back to the other Marcos, hiding amongst their numbers, as his face flushed with more and more blood.

“Well welcome to our home then, Star,” the leader of the Marcos said, flashing her a warm smile.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” the joyful one exclaimed.

“Happy to have you here,” the safe one said, as well.

While the quiet boy gave her a thumbs up.

“Umm, thanks Marco...s,” she said, looking between them a little hesitantly, not sure how to address the very similar boys.

“Your welcome,” they all said simultaneously and Star looked between them wide-eyed.

“Okay well, this is just getting confusing,” Star said, crossing her arms in annoyance. She thought for a second, before saying, “Hey, I know, how about I come up with nicknames for all of you so I don't get you guys mixed up.”

The Marcos looked between one another, before shrugging, all except for the rebellious teen, who just continued to scowl unhappily.

“Eh, why not?” the glasses-wearing Marco said. “Having all of us being just Marco is getting a little old.”

Star clapped her hands together once in joy. “Okay then, let's see...”

She looked around at each of the Marcos thoughtfully, tapping her wand to her chin. “Hmmmm,” her gaze stopped on one of them and she pointed him out, the bashful boy immediately going beet red and shifting uncomfortably on his feet, looking at anything but Star. “You can be Shy Marco,” she said proudly, the newly-christened Shy Marco muttered something under his breath so quiet Star couldn't hear, while trying to bury himself in his hoodie, still hating being the center of attention, hoping she and the others looked away soon. Which she immediately did, turning to the Marco next to him, saying, “And you can be Quiet Marco, since you can't talk and all.” Quiet Marco just smiled and gave her a thumbs up to show her he liked the name.

“And you...” Her finger switched to the next Marco, who flinched, going into a karate stance on instinct. “You can be Safe Kid Marco.”

The others all chuckled at that, Safe Marco looking annoyed. “Laugh all you want, but there is nothing wrong with being safe,” Marco said defensively. He raised a finger into the air, before saying in a lecturing tone, “As a matter of fact-”

“Ooh, ooh, me next, me next!” the smiling Marco interrupted, enthusiastically, pushing Safe Marco out of the way, waving a hand wildly in the air.

“That's an easy one,” Star scoffed, smiling brightly. “You are the Fun Marco!”

“Yes!” Marco cheered loudly, pumping a fist into the air. “Fun Marco!” He and Star high-fived, Safe Marco coming up behind them.

“Why is he Fun Marco?” Safe Marco whined. “Being safe can be fun, too.”

“Yeah sure it can,” the grumpy teen muttered, rolling his eyes.

“At least I'm not a walking disaster area,” Safe Marco finished, looking over at the particular Marco knowingly.

“Hey that's not fair,” the boy in question said. “I'm not that bad.” He huffed, slamming his back into the wall behind him in frustration. But unfortunately, he had done so rougher than he had intended, causing a large crack to appear in the wall, which slowly crawled it's way up to the shelf above him, causing it to split in half and drop the pots and pans it held right on the unsuspecting Marco's head. A loud crash echoed through the cozy cottage, most of the Marcos and Star grimacing at the loud banging and rattling of the kitchenware hitting the floor, as well as the pained screams of the unfortunate teen. Once the dust had settled and the noisy clattering had ceased, the group just stared at the Marco who lay on the floor, groaning, rubbing his sore head, his bruised body covered in the metal pans. “Oww,” he groaned.

“Aw, you poor thing,” Star said sympathetically, walking over and offering him a hand up, which he eagerly accepted.

Once Star had pulled him to his feet and dusted his ripped hoodie off, Marco said in a sheepish tone, “So let me guess.” He pointed to himself. “Clumsy Marco.”

Star chuckled nervously. “Hehe, uhh, anyways, who's left,” she said quickly, dodging the question and scooting away from the now annoyed Marco.

“That would be me and Mr. Brooding over there,” the glasses-wearing Marco stated, pointing behind him at the still-scowling teen.

“Well I've got the perfect name for you...” Star said, in a sing-song voice, pocking him once in the chest, while flashing him a wide grin.

“And I think I know what it is,” Marco replied in the same tone, giving her a knowing look, smiling back at her.

“Dorky Marco!” Star screamed excitedly, Marco's smile immediately dropping.

He adjusted his glasses, saying matter-of-factly, “Uhh, I prefer the term Dr. Marco.”

“PhD,” Fun Marco added, raising a finger into the air.

“What does the PhD stand for?” Star asked the Marcos.

“Pretty Handsome Dude,” all of the Marcos said at once, causing Star to giggle.

“Okay then, Dr. Marco it is,” she said, flashing the boy a bright smile, Dr. Marco feeling his heart pound in response, fairly sure some of his brain cells fried from the adorable look. But before Dr. Marco could stutter a response, the last remaining Marco pushed him out of the way, closing in on the girl.

“Guess that just leaves me,” he said, giving the girl a smirk. “So what's it gonna be, princess?”

Star didn't like the way he said 'princess' but, she ignored it saying in a far-too-cheerful tone, “I think we should call you Grumpy Marco.”

All of the other Marcos burst into laughter at that, the leather-wearing Marco giving them each a chiding glare. “That's the perfect fit for you!” Fun Marco exclaimed, in between fits of laughter.

“Oh, shut up!” Grumpy Marco hissed, before turning back to the annoying girl, only to be surprised by the smug look she was giving, almost rivaling one of his own. Touche, the boy thought.

“Uh uh, no way am I going by that,” was what the boy actually said, in the harshest tone he could manage.

“But you are a bit of a grump sometimes,” Dr. Marco pointed out.

Grumpy Marco scowled at his nerdy counterpart. “I'm not a grump, I'm a bad boy,” he explained with annoyance. “If anything you can call me that.”

“Whatever you say, Grumpy Marco,” Star soothed, patting him on the shoulder, the boy giving her a narrowed glare.

“So,” Dr. Marco spoke up before the angered boy could say anymore, literally getting between the two before an argument could break out. “Now that everyone has been properly named, how about we all hit the sack and let our new guest get some rest.”

“Whatever,” Bad Boy Marco mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“That sounds awesome,” Star screamed, sounding as enthusiastic as ever. “And I have just the spell for the job.” She held out her wand, screaming, “Super Glitter-”

“Wait!” Safe Marco interrupted in a panic, running over and grabbing onto his wrist. “That's not safe!”

“Aww, relax, Safe Marco,” Star said soothingly, finding his concern sweet. “I'm a professional.”

“No, I mean, that for the time being you should try not to use your wand very much,” Safe Marco explained.

“What, why?” Star demanded, looking confused.

“You said yourself, the queen is looking for you so it's best if you try and lay low for the time being,” Safe Marco explained.

“But there's no one around for at least a hundred miles,” Dr. Marco pointed out, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“Well you know,” Safe Marco mumbled, looking away from them all and sheepishly tapping his fingers together. “Just to be... safe.”

Bad Boy Marco rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

Star sighed loudly. “I guess your right,” she said, depressed. But the smile returned a second later in full force as she shrugged off the bad news. “Oh well, so I guess I'll just have to find a place to sleep here for tonight.” She looked around the room, thoughtfully humming to herself.

Quiet Marco elbowed Dr. Marco, giving the boy a knowing look as if urging him to speak up. “All right, all right,” he whispered quietly. He turned to the princess saying in a far louder voice, “Actually Star, why don't you take our room for tonight?”

Star cocked her head cutely to the side, asking, “Really?”

“Really?” Bad Boy Marco sighed at the same time.

“Yeah sure, why not?” Dr. Marco said with a shrug.

Star shook her hands in front of her, saying, “Oh guys, you don't have to do that.”

“Nonsense we insist,” Dr. Marco pushed, giving the girl an encouraging smile, all the rest of the Marcos, save for Bad Boy Marco, all nodding in agreement.

Star bit her lip, still not sure about taking advantage of their hospitality like that. “Wellll, if you're sure,” she said, hesitantly.

Star felt a hand on her shoulder looking beside her to see Quiet Marco, who gave a short encouraging nod and she smiled gratefully at him. But the moment ended, as soon as it began as Fun Marco quickly zipped between the two, practically pushing the startled Star up the stairs. “Don't worry about a thing, Star. You just go and get your beauty sleep. Tomorrow’s gonna be awesome!”

“And be careful on your way up,” Safe Marco pitched in as Star started up the stairs. “One of the boards is loose.”

“I can vouch for that,” Clumsy Marco said in agreement.

Star smiled as she waved to the seven Marcos, hearts lighting up her cheeks again. “Thanks, Marcos,” she said sweetly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Star!” came the unanimous reply, as the blond made her way to the second floor.

Dr. Marco was startled by a tiny tap on his shoulder, turning around to see Shy Marco. “I have a question,” he said softly.

“What's that?” Dr. Marco asked.

“Well, if Star is staying in our room...” Marco held back a blush at the thought. “Then where are we going to sleep?”

None of the Marcos responded to that, as all of their eyes slowly turned to the couch, where a lone pillow sat waiting.

…

Star hummed happily to herself as she ascended the stairs, not hearing the clattering and crashing below, her mind elsewhere. She felt extremely lucky really that the seven Marcos had actually opened up their home to a complete stranger, especially considering how they met. And they all seemed really nice and sweet... well except for maybe Grumpy Marco, but she had no doubt she could wear him down with time.

Yep, she was really looking forward to getting to know them all better. After all, they did seem like a ton of fun. And with them around, Star would never have to worry about being bored ever again. She wondered what it was going to be like living with seven bizarrely one dimensional teenage boys. One thing was for sure, it certainty wouldn't be easy and possibly a little strange from this point on, but Star couldn't wait to see what kind of crazy, wild adventures awaited her and the seven Diaz boys.

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