With a sudden burst of speed and agility, he snatched the remote from Marco’s hand in one swift move, twisting it free before Marco could react.
“Wha—?!” Marco gasped, stumbling back, eyes wide with shock.
Kenny stood tall, the transformation remote now firmly in his grip. He leveled a steely gaze at Marco, the tables completely turned.
Marco’s face paled as he realized his mistake. “Wait… wait a second!” he stammered, backing up. “Let’s talk about this!”
Kenny raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Oh, now you want to talk? Funny how that works when you’re the one about to be on the receiving end.” He tapped the remote, feeling the weight of control in his hand.
“Kenny, come on!” Marco pleaded, his voice rising in panic. “You don’t want to do this! We’re both better like this, right? You like being young again, don’t you? We can work together!”
Kenny took a step forward, forcing Marco to retreat further. “Oh, I’m not denying that. Being young has its perks.” His eyes flicked over Marco, sizing him up as he weighed his options. “But the question is… what to do with you?”
Marco’s face twisted with fear as Kenny held up the remote, his finger hovering over the buttons. “No, no! You can’t—don’t—just let me stay like this! I… I like being young too! We can both stay this way!”
Kenny smirked, the power dynamic completely reversed. “Oh, I know you like it, Marco. But the problem is, you’ve caused too much trouble. You’ve hurt Carl, and now you’ve gotten tangled up with Lord Skullface. I can’t just let that slide.”
Marco’s eyes darted frantically around the construction site, as if searching for a way out, but he knew he was cornered. “Please, Kenny! I didn’t mean for it to get this bad! I just… I couldn’t go back to that miserable, old life. Being a middle-aged dad, stuck in that body—it was awful!”
Kenny’s expression softened slightly. He understood that feeling. In his own way, he had dreaded the idea of returning to his old life, too. “I get it, Marco. I really do. But that doesn’t mean you get to mess with everyone’s lives.”
Marco dropped to his knees, desperation in his eyes. “Please! Just let me stay like this. You don’t have to punish me. I’ll give up the remote, I swear. Just… don’t turn me back!”
Kenny looked down at the remote, feeling the weight of the decision in his hands. He had the power to turn Marco into anything—an old man, a child, or something far worse. But as he looked at Marco’s pleading face, he began to weigh the options in his mind.