Mort got launched back crashing into a wall. He pulled himself off and glared at him. He could only use a little of his power, but Mac still has his full demon form. His eyes narrowed as he still was ready to go, despite the fact it was getting increasingly clear how screwed he was.

"Alright you two idiots, knock it off," Raven shoved her way into the middle of the fight. "What's done is already done. Leave the past where it is." She wasn't afraid of Mac. Electricity was nothing to her.

Garret stalked forward. "That is ENOUGH," he roared, getting between them.

"Indeed, how perfect a time it is," Mickey2 grinned, stepping into the room. Her thinly veiled disguise fell away, her eyes fading to black, the burns inflicted earlier revealing themselves across her arms and throat. "A perfect, perfect time," she laughed, holding up her hands. Shadows swarmed the room and latched onto each person. Mac, Garret, Mort, Jessie, Raven, Scott, and enveloped them. The conscious minds separated from their bodies and in an instant, every world went black. Mickey2 watched their bodies crumple to the floor and she herself dove inside her mind.

The shadows faded, revealing a desolate landscape dotted with large black fires. Large skeletal trees formed a dead forest, and the singsong chant Mickey2 had been humming earlier echoed. "Here she comes, here she is, chains chains, in her mind. Mickey vs. Mickey2, she lost, she lost, she dies," laughs echoed around them, vile. Garret whirled around, taking everyone in, Everyone was here. "Where are we?"

(Yo mac's on a fuckin' timer now, he's bleeding out in the real world)
Mac didn't answer. He no longer had a bloody arm, but he knew he was far from good here.

(Are we talking DIO's five seconds equals five minutes, or Freiza's five minutes equals three and a half hours?)
"Fuck it, I'm going." Mac began walking towards the pillar of fire in the distance.

As he began to walk, the real Mickey came crashing out of the trees, bumping into him. She scrambled backwards, holding up her fire coated arms before realizing who she was looking at. Her blue eyes widened as she stepped back. "It's another mind trick...what the fuck what the fuck..."

Garret stepped forward, but hesitated. What if...this was another trick. They were all on edge thanks to everything, and throwing Mickey into the mix would only make it worst.

(Ten minutes in the real world would be about 24 hours)

"Mick-ey?" Raven watched quietly.

"I never got around to asking Scott what you like to eat, for our first date." He smiled faintly. He was still tired feeling. "I'm pretty confused right now, though."

"Scott where are you going?" Garret asked, looking between him and Mickey. He didn't know how to control or alleviate the situation at all.

Mickey let her arms drop. "Scott, wait, please?" She asked before looking back to them. "This is my mind we're in, the landscape changes every hour or so," She sighed, running her hands through her hair. Her wrists and hands were bloody from where she had pulled the shackles off desperately. "Why are you guys here?"

"Demon bitch transported us into your mind it seems, now we have to find her and beat her to a bloody pulp, now can we get going, Mac has holes in 'im." I said as I turned around.

The air rippled around them as the landscape began to melt away, instead turning slowly into the floor plan of the high school. Dark, cold... Mickey closed her eyes. "Please not again," She whispered. It's already been six days in this hell landscape.

"What the ever living hell," Garret swore, pulling Raven closer.

"Yes yes, welcome to hell," Mickey2 appeared, laughing. Both her and Mickey's arms coated in flames again as Mickey growled. "Best of luck, though you're on a bit of a time limit," She laughed before disappearing again. The floor fell away and demons began to crawl out, laughing and chanting again. "We have to run, the floor's going to give way any minute," Mickey said, turning and darting down the hallway.

Mort glared and kept his mouth shut but he was thinking to himself. Because some people don't know when to let it go.