Krystal, Paris, Prince and Blanket had just arrived home. The kids were fine but Krystal was stressed to the max. But she tried to hide it from the kids.Paris: Aunt Krystal, are you ok?
Krystal: I'm fine dear. I'm just tired. I'll be in my room to rest. *forces a smile*
Prince: Please get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day for you.*Krystal goes to her room (Michael's original room) to get some rest.*
Blanket: Poor aunt Krys, she suffered for dad and now they torture her.
*Krystal immediately fell asleep but the kids were still awake though it was getting late.*
Prince: Guys, we should head to bed. Aunt Krystal will scold us if we sleep late.
Paris: Prince, she won't scold us. She always tells us.
Blanket: True.
*A few thumps are heard from upstairs*
Blanket: What the?
Paris: Lets go investigate.
Prince: Are you crazy? What if its a burglar? We could get killed!
Blanket: But Aunt Krys would investigate.
Paris: Lets bring something we could use as a weapon.
*The kids pick up a frying pan and head upstairs. They go to a room they hear noise from*
Prince: On three. One, two, three! *opens room door*
*the kids were in shock since the person who was staring back at them in shock was not one but 5 eras of their dad!*
(Thriller)
(Bad)
(Dangerous)
(History)
(Invincible)
Paris: What in the world!
Blanket: Why is there 5 eras of our dad?
Thriller, Bad, Dangerous: Huh? Dad?
Invincible: They are our kids. But all grown up.
History: Trust me when I say even we don't understand why there are other eras here, but we know that we may be here awhile.
Blanket: Why?
Bad: Well, we were told that until the right one of us does the right thing they were supposed to do, we can't leave.
Prince: Then we should probably figure out how to call each of you. Any ideas guys?
Paris: Nope. We should ask aunt Krystal.
Blanket: Lets just go downstairs first.
*All the Michaels go downstairs with the kids. Right as they sit down, Krystal walks into the hall and sees the Michaels*
Krystal: AHH!!! What the! Why is there so many Michaels?!
Thriller: We're all wondering the same thing...
Bad: But who are you?
Paris: Thats aunt Krystal. You know, you're best friend Krystal Kwon.
Michaels: Krystal?!
Krystal: I must be hallucinating. Must be stress...
Prince: Aunt Krys, you're not hallucinating. This is real.
Krystal: But then there should be one more of you....
This is it: I'm here.
(This Is It)
Krystal: No, this can't be true!
This Is It: Krystal... *goes nearer to Krystal, tries to reach her hand*
Krystal: No! Don't come any closer! Please! *walks backwards* I must be going crazy! I need to go! *cries and runs to bedroom*
This Is It: I can't believe it... S-she's afraid of m-me.
Paris: Daddy, she's had a long and rough day. She's been on edge the whole day.
Prince: Dad, only you can talk to her. Please, you know her the best. *says to This Is It*
This Is It: Are you sure?
Blanket: We're sure dad.
This Is It: Ok. I'll go try talk to her.
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Many Michaels... (A Michael Jackson Fanfic)
FanfictionAfter Michael's passing, his kids were left under the care of his childhood best friend, Krystal. Neverland ranch was brought back to life thanks to Krystal. But her life was long changed. She struggled for her friend but didn't expect what happened...