Chapter 2: Smooth Criminal
As Michael and Jonathan step out of the building, they are immediately met with the sight of uniformed marines standing in formation. At the front, a stern-looking woman with short red hair and a sharp glare crosses her arms. Her voice rings out clearly:
"I'm Petty Officer Annie of the Marines. You performed illegally without a proper license, and that's a crime in this town. You have two options: pay the fine or come with us for questioning."
Jonathan grabs Michael's arm in panic. "Michael, just pay the fine. This is serious! You don't want trouble with the Marines!"
Michael calmly steps forward, his expression unreadable. He tilts his head, staring at Annie with amused eyes. Then, without warning, he slaps her lightly across the cheek.
Annie stumbles back, completely caught off guard. Before she can react, Michael leans in slightly, his voice smooth as silk.
"Are you okay, Annie?"
For a moment, there's only stunned silence. Then Annie's face turns red with rage. She points at him and yells, "Arrest him!"
The marines immediately surround Michael, weapons drawn. Jonathan clutches his head in despair.
"Michael, this is madness! You'll be labeled as a criminal!"
Michael adjusts his fedora, a sly grin forming on his face.
"Jonathan, I'm not just anyone. I'm a smooth criminal. A genius like me can't be confined by unnecessary things like rules."
Jonathan stares at him, utterly bewildered. "But… what about Billie Jean?!"
Michael chuckles, shaking his head. "She's not my lover."
Jonathan, desperate, blurts out, "And… the kid?!"
Michael glances over his shoulder, eyes sparkling, like sparkling water.
"The kid is not my son."
Jonathan's jaw drops. Overcome by emotion, he takes a step back, tears welling up in his eyes. "Michael… You're the greatest man I've ever met!" he cries, before turning and running off dramatically.
The Marines close in, ready to apprehend Michael. But instead of panicking, Michael takes a deep breath and begins snapping his fingers to an imaginary beat. The tension in the air thickens as he starts to sing in a soft, haunting voice:
"As he came into the window,
It was the sound of a crescendo..."
Suddenly, the air around them ripples. The marines feel a strange force overtaking their bodies, compelling them to move.
Michael adjusted his hat, a smirk playing on his lips as the marines closed in. He reached out a hand, and a faint, magical hum filled the air.
"Time for an encore," he whispered.
"Encore World!"
In an instant, the bustling street warped into a dimly lit 1930s-style alleyway. Flickering streetlamps cast long shadows on cobblestone roads, while a hazy fog rolled in. The marines blinked in confusion as their uniforms transformed—sleek zoot suits, fedoras, and flapper dresses now adorned them.
Marine 1: "What the… What's happening to my clothes?!"
Marine 2: "I can't stop moving! My legs are dancing on their own!"
The Marines struggled to regain control. Michael's voice took hold of them again as he began singing, his high-pitched tone echoing through the transformed alley:
*"Annie, are you okay? Will you tell us that you're okay?!"
The marines spun and twirled uncontrollably, their movements perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of Michael's song.
Marine 3: "Help! I can't stop dancing!"
Marine 4: "Why am I dancing like a butterfly?! This makes no sense!"
Annie, still on the floor, scrambled back in fear. "Stop this! What kind of devil fruit is this?!"
Annie, are you okay?
Will you tell us that you're okay?"
The marines' movements become more synchronized. They twirl, slide, and even moonwalk alongside Michael as he struts confidently through the street. The gathered townsfolk watch in stunned amazement, some clapping along to the beat.
Michael flashes her a dazzling smile and continues singing:
"You've been hit by…
You've been struck by…
A smooth criminal."
Michael moonwalked toward her, each step perfectly in sync with the beat. He leaned forward, grabbing his groin, and let out a sharp "Hee-hee!"
Marine 5: "I swear… I'll get you for this!"
Marine 6: "I don't want to tango anymore!"
Meanwhile, Annie stares in shock as her men dance helplessly, completely under Michael's control. She tries to shout orders, but the absurdity of the situation leaves her speechless.
The marines, now fully entranced, form a line and perform a synchronized backflip as Michael glides forward with his signature moonwalk. Annie, trembling, tries to back away but finds herself cornered.
Michael extended a hand toward the trembling Annie. His voice rang out playfully:
"Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?"
"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" She shouts, her voice quivering.
Michael stops just a few feet away from her, tilts his hat, grabs his groin, and lets out a triumphant "Hee-hee!"
With a final spin, Michael threw his hat into the air, catching it effortlessly as he ended his performance. "The show's over," he declared.
The surreal scene flickered, and reality returned to normal—the alley became a simple street once more. The marines collapsed, exhausted and dazed from their forced dance routine.
The crowd erupts in applause, thoroughly entertained by the bizarre spectacle. Even the marines, once released from the devil fruit's control, remain dazed, unsure of what just happened.
Jonathan rushes back, grabbing Michael's arm in desperation. "Michael, come on! You've made your point! We need to go before more marines show up!"
Michael lets out a sigh, adjusting his hat one last time. "Fine. Let's beat it."
Annie can only glare, too stunned to respond as Michael and Jonathan disappear into the crowd, leaving behind a street full of confused marines and awestruck onlookers.
In Jonathan's house ...
"Micheal, what will you do now? Won't you be forced to become a pirate?
"I don't think so; after all, I didn't kill anyone, nor did I commit a serious offense except for obstructing Marine duty.
If I get a bounty, at most it will be 1 million; after all, what kind of threat am I to society? And that will happen if they report me at all. Do you think a Marine officer that got humiliated that way will report it to their superior? No, she will just order her men to not talk about it.
"Micheal, you are so smart," Jonathan exclaimed, "but now what will we do?"
"Thanks for the compliment, Jonny. Now we will leave the island and perform all around South Blue; after that we will travel to the Grand Line.
End of Chapter 2
A/n: As you guys saw it developed to a brain roted crack fic really quickly and probably it will continue like that
If you have any questions you can ask, though due to the nature of the fan fic I don't think that it will be what we consider "successful" but I made as a joke so who cares)