Brothers in Crime {aHiT Mafia FtM group TFTG}

"You have got to be kidding me!" shouted a girl at her computer screen, growling in frustration. Marilyn had been playing A Hat in Time for the past few hours, but not for a particularly positive reason; she had been trying to beat the Mafia Boss at the end of the first world of Mafia Town. In other words, she was stuck on the first boss of the game, which just made it sting harder. She brushed her frazzled blonde hair out of her face and started again, before a familiar giggling caused her to pause and look to her side. She stood up and looked down, due to being a head or three taller than the other girl. The giggling woman soon burst into laughter, her glasses becoming crooked on her now-red face, her striped dress and skirt bouncing as she heaved with laughter. Marilyn chuffed, glaring at the other woman with her deep brown eyes. "What do you want, Dory?"

After a few seconds Dory's laughter died down a bit, leaving her still giggling. She clicked her heels and readjusted her glasses, before looking up at Marilyn with a doofy grin. "I was gonna' ask if I could give some tips, but by the look on your face, you don't look like you're in the right frame of mind for anything at all!" Dory snickered, before reducing back to her laughing fit, her long brown hair moving all about as she heaved from laughter. Marilyn sighed in agitation, before grinning herself. "Says the person who kept on dying to the barrel miniboss..."

Dory went silent, before puffing up slightly.

"...And believes in Martians!"

Dory suddenly stood up and sprinted into Marilyn's face, her face red with anger. They were both face-to-face and Marilyn was still grinning. "And you say that I'm quick to anger!" Marilyn chuckled, quietly pushing Dory away and fixing up her white-and-blue dress and sash. "The second I talk about your little conspiracies negatively, you lose it!"

Dory stamped her heels on the ground and huffed. "You've got a few screws loose, too! Do you even remember how angry you got when playing Hollow Knight?"

"Those bosses are cheap and you know it!" Shouted Marilyn, getting into Dory's face like how they were before, both of their faces red and their hair frazzled. Their attention was swiftly interrupted by the loud whistling of a tea kettle, and a familiar, friendly voice calling out. "Uuuuh, the surprise is ready!"

Marilyn and Dory both calmed down, looking down the hall: Charon had made... tea? Dory shot a quick look at Marilyn, before sprinting down the hall in her heels; how one runs in high heels is beyond her. Marilyn twisted back to fiddle with her mouse to keep the computer screen alight, before bolting down the hall after Dory. They quickly reached the kitchen to see Charon, her red hair tied up and wearing a small blue dress, taking the kettle off the stove and giving Marilyn and Dory a small smile. They really did have to admit that Charon must have been the cutest girl in the neighborhood, despite her foreboding name. She was chubby, had the biggest blue eyes, and her entire body was covered in freckles; just plain adorable. And she was the only person in the house that could cook, so that was a plus.

Marilyn's tall, skinny frame seemed to dwarf Charon, even when they were sitting down. Marilyn and Dory fiddled with their hair to make it look more presentable after the altercation, before they both sat down at the table, Marilyn twiddling her fingers. Charon poured the tea and decided to make some small talk. "So, what have you two been up to? I noticed that you two were yellin' at each other, and I hope this makes things better."

"Getting owned." blurted Marilyn, crossing her arms and huffing.

Dory grinned. "I saw a spaceship and alien last night!"

Marilyn slammed her head on the table and growled. "For the last time, Dory, it was probably an airplane and a racoon." Marilyn sighed.

"Apparently they knew you, Charon, and said that she liked you a lot!" giggled Dory, kicking her feet and dress around.

"You mean that little hat girl?" piped up Charon, causing Marilyn's eyes to widen: the what?

"Yea, I saw the little girl myself!" Charon chuffed, grabbing the three cups and setting them out for everyone. "She fell from the sky and decided to make some talk with me."

Dory went to take a sip, but quickly reeled back before even a little dribble after smelling it. Marilyn jumped, before smelling her tea and scrunching her face; the tea looked off, too, more like a thick black tar than a tea.

"After some talking, she gave me some things and told me to use them however!" As she mentioned the "things," she pulled out three small dripping bottles. One bottle was yellow with red stripes, one was white-and-red striped, and the last was blue and white, and she quickly skipped over with the bottles. "I know exactly what these do, so don't worry. It's not going to kill us, and it'll make the tea look like, well, tea!" she giggled, taking off the caps and dripping the contents into their tea. She dripped the yellow-and-red one into Dory's cup, the white-and-red bottle into Marilyn's cup, and then the blue-and-white bottle into her own cup. The sludgy consistency of each drink dissipated, leaving them with yellow, red, and blue teas respectfully, and Marilyn and Dory were still very suspicious and unnerved.

"If you know exactly what that does, then why don't you tell us?" piped up Marilyn, looking down at her red drink with suspicion. Dory looked down at hers with a pale, scared face, looking over at Charon with wide eyes.

Charon grinned an almost-innocent, almost-malicious grin. "That's the surprise." she snickered, before quickly drinking up her cup and looking delighted, resting her head on her hand while waiting for the other two.

Dory looked back at her drink and gulped with nervousness, before slowly picking up her cup and taking a sip, and her face immediately becoming redder. She looked at the tea again, before she quickly drank hers up. She grinned as well. "Mary, we were scared over nothing!" She laughed, looking back over at Charon.

Marilyn looked at her drink, and then over at Charon, who seemed to be anticipating her to drink the strange tea. Marilyn noticed that something looked weird about her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it; was it the stripes on her dress, or her seeming to have a slightly different body shape? She looked back at her tea, before she took a quick swig for it to go down quickly. She was surprised at how good it tasted; incredibly sweet, like she was drinking straight-up honey. She looked at both Dory and Charon, and her body was tingling from what she though was the obscene amount of sugar.

"So, how was tea?"

Marilyn and Dory jolted out of their seats upon hearing Charon speak. Her voice had completely changed: it was much deeper and very masculine, with an accent that they couldn't quite pin down. Marilyn also noticed that Charon had changed further, her freckles seeming to fade away and the shape of her clothes changing, gaining a pair of stripeless blue pants and her dress having turned into a collared suit, two red buttons popping up at the end of each suit arm. She could have sworn that she looked like...

"Mafia?!" Marilyn blurted out, noticing that her voice had changed as well, becoming more masculine and with the unplaceable accent, but not as deep as Charon. "But- but- but what? H-How? W-"

"Why?" interrupted Charon, looking over at Dory, who has become noticeably more top-heavy, like a Mafia goon. "Boredom. It is unique feeling, too."

Dory looked shaken as she reeled over and roared in pain in a similar deep voice to Charon, whimpering and seeming to cry. "Horrible, horrible male pain!"

Male p- wait. Marilyn gagged and winced as she saw Dory on the floor. "This stuff also-" Marilyn tried to say, but was interrupted by her own hysterical shrieking and wailing as her- his gender changed, leaving him crying and curled up on the floor like Dory. Charon didn't seem to be immune to the pain as well, digging his fingers into the table and tablecloth and wincing, his legs quivering in intense pain. Charon stood up and stumbled about, showing how much larger he has gotten, before deciding to grab the other two and go to a larger room. He slung them both over his shoulders and just couldn't help but laugh a deep, bassy laugh, Dory whimpering and Marilyn grumbling. Under his suit appeared a white dress shirt with a bright red tie around his neck, and his shoes became simple black dress shoes. He grew even more top-heavy and muscular, completely lacking an "hourglass figure," it being replaced with a large, stronger chest. His face thickened and his facial features became harder, his red hair darkening into a pitch black.

He threw Marilyn and Dory down onto the couches before quickly sitting down with a loud thump due to his new weight. He laughed again, the hair on his head falling apart and a mustache growing under his now-larger nose, leaving him with thick eyebrows and a sharp mustache. Over his suit formed a white apron and a black band tied around his waist. His blue eyes darkened into a deep hazel brown, and he stuck his tongue out in an almost mocking manner after laughing again. Dory and Marilyn growled and whimpered in pain as their body types changed, Dory becoming muscular, thick, and masculine like Charon, and Marilyn gained quite a bit of weight. Dory's shoulders broadened, his dress morphing into a blue striped suit like Charon's, but lacking the apron and black waist tie. His brown hair darkened into a black and fell apart, leaving him with a mustache and thick eyebrows like Charon. The growth spurt was leaving him in intense agony, managing to choke out a meek question, his voice sounding noticeably scratchier than Charon's. "W-Why is Mafia laughing? Wha-what does Mafia thi-ink is so f-f-funny?"

"The fact that Mafia hurts!" Charon laughed. "This feels great to Mafia!"

Dory wheezed as his face shape changed, with a thicker jaw and thicker head. His glasses, which had become bent and slightly cracked, seemed to fix themselves, the lenses and rims becoming very round and the glass seeming to become opaque with pale green glass and green swirls. The rims of the glasses became a bright green, with the ends near the back a bright yellow. A white-and-red bow tie tied itself around his neck, and as opposed to Charon's normal white shirt, he gained a bright yellow-and-red striped dress shirt; it almost looked tacky. On his feet formed two white-and-green sneakers, as if to go with his already gaudy appearance. He huffed and panted, groaning in pain. "...Does not feel good for Mafia at all..."

Charon and Dory both jumped with a startle when they heard Marilyn screaming in pain again, Dory lifting his head up to look to where he was lying. Marilyn squirmed and writhed in pain as he shrunk in height, leaving him heavy and shorter than Charon and Dory. His dark eyes paled into a bright, pale blue, and his pale blonde hair darkened into a pitch black, similar to Charon and Dory. His hair fell apart, but he still had short hair on his head, and he gained a large, sharp mustache and a square goatee, leaving him with thick black eyebrows, short hair on his head, and black facial hair. His nose thickened, and his body became very stout as well as heavy. His sloppy clothes reformed into an ornate, gold-and-red embroidered coat with a popped collar, showing his now-white shirt. His white shirt had gold buttons and was slightly open. Around his waist and under his red coat formed a blue belt, and his white shirt hung quite a bit below the belt, and his pants were black pin-striped. His shoes were simple brown leather, and on his head formed a tall white hat with a red rim and blue striped going down.

Marilyn whimpered and grumbled, rolling over and managing to fall off the couch. "...It is... not... funny..."

Charon sprung up, seeming to shake the room, and ran over to Dory and Marilyn. He took Dory by the shoulder to help him stand up, and then went over to Marilyn and picked him up, helping him onto his feet. Marilyn gulped, before covering his mouth and running out of the room to vomit. When he came back, Charon snatched him and Dory up, grabbing Dory around the shoulder and crouching down to grab Marilyn around the shoulders and neck, laughing loudly and sticking his tongue out again.

"Mafia feel great! This is great, fellow Mafia!" He boomed, before giving Marilyn a noogie. "-And Mafia boss!"

"You are choking me! Let me go!" Marilyn gagged, managing to shove Charon away before looking at himself and the others.

"This will be much fun for Mafia! Go on, Mafia boss knows where Mafia is from, right?" Charon laughed, seeming to anticipate something.

Marilyn held his hands out and looked down at his hand, his face going pale. "...I am-" he choked, not wanting to complete it; he couldn't be who he though he was, but he was. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down, and to rationalize this, before he just couldn't help one little thing. He found himself grinning, before he began laughing a smug laugh; this couldn't be that bad, after all...

He focused, and in a flash he summoned his two trusty blades, which startled Dory and had Charon grinning. He lunged into the air higher than a normal human should, and managed to land on one of Charon's shoulders. Both laughed loudly, and Dory just stared.

"Told you this was great, boss! Come, join us!" snickered Charon, grabbing Dory around the shoulder.