Loving it so far and it doesn’t seem rushed at all, hoping for a part 3

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I stepped into the fog of my breath. I removed my otter mask. My heart was a chapter from an audiobook about betrayal and abandoned love. A bat had been projected onto low cloud like a tattoo that comes off in the shower. It began to rain and the rain tasted like the makeup my cousin left in my mouth when we kissed on a mound of decaying Phantom comics. Her name was Pennyroyal. The past tense is a grave. I looked into my myself like a pilgrim on the way to an ashram in a mapless country where the birds sing phrases from every hero franchise in every format including the secret code in the introduction, in 1962, of Spider Man, which can be found in the facial lines of the character Richard Wentworth, aka The Spider, who now resides behind a sheet of obsidian in the head of an Australian poet who makes the word ‘obscure’ seem like child’s play in a game of Russian Roulette using white ghost desert scorpions. I am in trouble. If anyone notices the smoke from my distress over any city with a name that sounds like Carrion, please help. I have a revolver loaded with metaphors and I’m not afraid to use it

That was a great twist that left me laughing for longer than I’d like to have laughed.

Ha ha ha! That’s okay, though. One time isn’t going to hurt anything. At least, not unless they have bad luck.

Loud static, distant screams and innumerable moans crescendoing and falling over each other. But despite all that, the voice of someone holding back their fear and their sobs to send this one message cuts through. "-I wanted you to know, I - I, I'm so grateful for the time I've had with you. Y-You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

The war is over. The death is over. Almost over...

"We are officiating the funeral of Levi Desimati Hunter-"

Once upon a time, there was - is - a massive bioengineered plague with the R-naught of measles and the mortality rate of Ebola. When it was created, a barbaric scientist's fantasy, they never predicted that it would mutate. They thought it was impossible. But when super vaccines arose to counteract it...

"The legacy he left behind is one of carnage and elimination. Those kind to him would say he has no legacy instead."

Levi Hunter worked day and night to fight it. He neglected those he loved, too busy fighting for them. But when it came, coupled with a terrible drought and the rise of contaminated mosquitoes, birds, and soon the soil and water too...

"In reality, his honor, his joy and his life, is set in everyone he knew. He never could've had the strength of Luke, the heart of Hattie, or the hope of Brixton and Margarita, who believed in him until the end. He never deserved the love of Magdalene."

Every time he closed his eyes, that final day replayed over and over. He had acquired funding direct from the president, found a strand from a mixture of 2 rare fungi that seemed to neutralize the pathogen. While the world descended into the screams of death, fire, and anarchy, he had rushed to the lab to multiply it. He had tried to give other governments the recipe. He had tried to save his friends, colleagues and loved ones. He had tried it all. But by then, it was too late...

"One could say destiny was his enemy. Maybe that's why he was too weak. But that being true does not change one key fact, a fact that would have gone down in history had he not destroyed it: he failed. And in doing so, the world was brought down with him."

It could survive anywhere, at any temperature. It spread and multiplied to the point that there are trillions of it, coating the entire globe. The few people he wasted his shots on reacted adversely, reacted excruciatingly. Making him the only one protected against it. The only one cursed with remembering their voices in his head. The only one who couldn't die.

"His immortality led to his death. His punishment is his release-"

It's been over 2 years. He searched for survivors, never found any. He learned how to fly a plane, he crashed a plane. Not in that order. And he couldn't take it, not anymore.

"-Our funeral for a beloved man is his apology to this world. Because,-"

So now, he took control of every TV, computer, and city screen on Earth. Or at least the ones that were still turned on. He had tried to use that to search for others. When that failed, he realized he could use it for something else.

"-because, I'm sorry."

After spending hours upon hours of time crafting it, he finally made his funeral speech, recorded and broadcast across the entire world. He thought of it as his eulogy, his verdict, and an apology that could do almost nothing for his atonement. He heard his voice echo across the entire city, knowing that it would reach the bodies of the dead no matter how far.

He fell into his grave, felt the dirt pushed atop of him. He reached for his phone, playing the last message he ever received one more time.

"-I wanted you to know, I - I, I'm so grateful for the time I've had with you. Y-You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

He plays another one on his list, as he feels the crushing weight bear down on his lungs.

"I'm so grateful for the time I've had with you. Y-You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

He plays another, the dirt finding its way into his nose and giving him feelings of suffocation.

"You mean the world to me. And, I... I love you."

He plays one last one, as the dim light of the phone turns blurry and his arms tingle.

"I love you."

His tears turned what dirt they could into mud. But he smiled, he smiled for the first time in a long time.

I love you too.

And just like that, the last sentient being in the universe gave his last breath. Millions of years later, life would someday come again. The cycle starts anew.

Just felt I should mention that The Boys on TV is way better than the comic. It's much more sophisticated in how it handles the monstrousness of the superhero culture in general and the Seven in particular, and though it shares the same delight in gratuitously graphic atrocities it hasn't yet indulged in them to such an extent that they lose their impact.

For those wondering why everyone is saying "Duke", when I joined Discord I used a name I already had (honoring my alma mater), and I couldn't change it to the generic pseudonym you see here. So Duke became my name when I was in the writing prompts Discord and frankly, I'll answer to either.

I also want to take this time to say there's a story on my subreddit that I co-wrote in a FMF-esque tag team format with u/Crystal1501. It's called "The Intersect" and, like other stories, was inspired by a prompt here. Check it out!

I'm in Love with my Childhood Friend?!

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I could remember this day like yesterday. A poor little sad me, playing with a broken airplane that a couple of no lives decided to break. I was known as the sunshine kid, but they manage to darken it. I wouldn't mind the teasing and picking, but they went too far.

"Boom...boom..." I sadly put the airplane down on the grass, tears falling on the small roof.

"Umm, are you sad?" A voice causes me to look up. It was the same boy around my age, wearing the same summer shorts style I'm wearing. He reaches under his pocket and gives me a brand-new airplane.

My eyes quickly widened as I grab the airplane, hugging it tightly. "T-Thank you!" I said, looking at them.

"You're welcome. I'm Thomas!"

"Henry! Would you like to play with me?"

Their quickly nodded, sitting right next to me.

Since then, we both became best friends. We both knew at some point, it had to come to an end. Not our friendship though, but our little kiddy fun.

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"You really have grown over the past couple of years, Thomas," I joked.

"You really think so? Be honest, how old do I look?" He asks, revealing his business suit he picked out. It was a normal black and white business suit, but he made sure to iron it extra good the day before.

"Age 20," I joked.

"I'm not talking about age here! Come on, man" He sighs. "Plus, we both promise to work together, so I'm doing this for you"

"Alright alright" I chuckle. "You look very handsome"

Thomas cheeks instantly turn rose red as he looks away, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Thanks. I hope I get the job soon,"

"You will! Our boss is very nice" I grinned, wrapping my arms around him. "Now, I want to see that smile again. I miss it"

Thomas turns to me, their smile shore brightly, it made my heart flusher.

Both me and Thomas realize we have feelings for each other, but we both are guys. We did say if we continue having those feelings once we reach adulthood, we'd start going out. Obviously, we still have those feelings. It's now just the matter of who's going to confess first.

"Well, we're here!" I said, pointing to the huge building.

"It's huge" Thomas said, trying his best to control the anxious feeling.

"Hey, it's okay to be nervous," I said, gently holding his hand. "Just take deep breaths, walk in there, and demine an interview!" I joked. "But of course, I'm jo-"

Before I could finish though, Thomas immediately walks to the building.

"Wait, Thomas!" I shouted, running inside.

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"Yay, I got the job!" Thomas shouted, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Yeah, and you almost did the joke," I sigh, leaning back against my chair. "Well, you know what you doing right?"

Thomas nodded. "But, why a call-center?"

"Well, for now it's the best job I could deal with. Later on though, I do want to become something more serious. Like a nurse".

"I'm sure you'll get the money someday, Kev," He grinned stroking my hair.

My face slowly begins to feel warm as I lean against his touch.

"Sorry, I shouldn't do it at work" He quickly pulls his hand away, hiding his red face.

A chuckle escapes my lips. I want to tease him so bad, but I don't want to break my professional.

"You know, I couldn't help but reflect".

"Hm? On what?"

"When we were kids. We would always play around and have fun. Now, we both are adults, and we have to take life very serious".

That is something both me and Thomas reflected on heavy. Life was fun, but slowly, it became more stressful and even unfair to us. What's even more unfair, is that we both like each other, but can't say it.

"Hey, Thomas. How about we both go to dinner after work today," I said, hiding my red face. Even though life is unfair, I decided to take the first step.

"Sure!"

II:

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Queen Hilde reclined on a richly upholstered lounge, idly watching her daughter play in the distance. Princess Gerde seemed to be having a disagreement with one of her young ladies in waiting over a doll.

The Queen was too far away to hear what they were saying, but the confrontation was soon over, regardless: after a few moments, the princess struck the other girl across the face, and snatched the doll as she collapsed to the ground, sobbing.

The corners of Hilde's mouth curled up slightly.

"Good girl." she murmured, softly.

In the distance, something flitted across her field of vision. She squinted, but could make it. Annoyed, she looked up.

"Lean over, idiot -- the sun's in my eyes again!" she snarled.

The towering giant sighed heavily, but did as he was bid, awkwardly bending down to more completely shade the Queen and her seat. Now that she could see more clearly, she could make out the source of the distant motion. Near the treeline, deer were emerging from the forest adjoining the palace grounds, and bounding across the neatly scythe-mowed grass.

"It's a been a while since we had venison..." she idly mused, toying with the idea of commanding one of the giants to pluck a fat-looking beast from the herd. Then she saw what the deer were fleeing from.

An enormous bear charged out of the woods, a huge shaggy beast as tall as a horse and several times as wide. A fur-clad figure clung to its back, wearing a hood adorned with antlers, a long spear in his hand.

Her eyes widened. She was about to call for another her giants, but one nearer the trees was already lumbering forward to intercept the strange hunter. Though lankier than the one currently shading her, this giant still towered over even the huge bear and its rider, and bore a dangerous spiked club the size of a tree.

As the giant bore down on the bear-rider, however, the man raised his spear. A flash of bright light shone forth, and the giant stumbled to a halt. The hulking creature looked around stupidly for a moment, as the rider rode right past it, and then, to Hilde's amazement, began to wander off, as though it had simply lost interest.

"Giant!" she snapped at the one shading her, and pointed to the oncoming rider. "Deal with that brigand!"

The giant moved to intercept the bear-riding barbarian, but as he drew close, the rider raised his spear again, and Queen Hilde saw what had stayed the first giant's hand. When the speartip flashed like the sun, the moon brand faded like morning fog before the warmth of dawn. The giant swayed uncertainly, looking down at the rider in confusion.

"Another one?" the rider called, sounding amused. "Why come you here, titan-born? Your home is upon the mountain peaks, not here in the valley!"

"Mountain..." the giant rumbled in response, looking towards the peaks in the distance. "Home..."

Without another word, the giant began to walk away, leaving nothing between Hilde and the rider. She scrambled among her cushions and coverlets for the magic rod, hoping to regain control of the giant, but the rider was upon her a moment later. Suddenly the impossibly large bear was looming over her, immense paws planted on either of her chair.

She cringed back from it, thinking she was about to be devoured, but it only lowered its great head, and sniffed at her curiously, nostrils flaring.

The Rider dismounted, dropping nimbly to the ground beside his beast, and patting the bear's flank affectionately. As he stepped towards her, Hilde froze. She knew that face. The face of a man she'd shared her bed with, to sire a child that would purchase a glorious renewal of her realm. But that was impossible -- he was too young. And in any case, she'd had that man killed once she'd borne his son, to ensure he would not interfere with her bargain, nor reveal what she had done.

"Mother," the Rider said, "Who is this?"

Hilde's heart twisted in her chest. But before she could answer, another voice replied, one all too familiar.

"Her name is Hilde, my son." another voice answered. A voice that was horrifyingly familiar. The Twilight Witch walked into view from the other side of the beast, as though appearing from nowhere, and belying her name by doing so in daylight. Hilde could not fail to recognize her, though now she looked younger, more like a matron of middle age than a withered crone, and the embroidered stars on her mantle were no longer tarnished, but gleamed brightly in the sun. "This is the one who beguiled those poor giants, and compelled them to be her slaves. She purports to be queen of this land -- your land."

Outraged, Hilde opened her mouth to protest, but the Rider turned on her, jabbing a finger in her direction.

"Silence!" he snapped, and his voice cracked like a whip. There was another flash of light, and suddenly, Hilde found herself unable to speak.

The Witch smiled, and nodded. "Very wise, my son -- if she cannot speak, she cannot try to use any foul magic upon you."

The Rider beamed boyishly at her praise, "What do you think I should do now, mother?"

The Witch shrugged. "As you like, my dear -- you are the king, after all." She gestured across the grounds, towards where Gerde, having seen what transpired on the green, was fleeing towards the palace. "Why not go introduce yourself to your subjects? You could start with that girl, there."

"Ah! Excellent idea." the Rider agreed. He gestured to Hilde. "And her?"

"She can harm no one now. I will see to her, if you like." The Witch said, mildly.

The Rider nodded, and then leaped back onto his mount, before charging away across the grass. "Ho, good people! Your king approaches!"

The Witch watched him go, smiling fondly, and then turned back to Helge, who was still cringing in her chair.

"You were clever." the Witch said, giving her a nod of respect. "You outwitted me by doing something that I never would have thought of." Then she smirked. "So, when I was puzzling over how I could retaliate, despite the geas I hastily placed myself under when we made our bargain, I realized that the solution had to be something you would never think of."

The witch crouched beside the cowering monarch, like a solicitous adult addressing a wayward child. "Controlling your son would have done me no good -- you said as much. As it stood, he had no stronger connection to your world than any other mortal child. And if I made him my servant, he would have been as powerless to harm you as I am, per our agreement. So I didn't make him my servant -- quite the opposite, in fact. Most of my kind have faded away, as you know...and that means my world has many empty thrones. I placed him upon one of these, the long-abandoned throne of the Bear King, and I swore fealty to him. More than that, I loved him as my own, and taught him all I knew -- and he loved me in turn. He grew restless, of course, as I knew he would -- his realm in my world is all but empty, and he could not be happy there forever. And so, when he sought my counsel, I told him of a place where he could be happy, and do much good besides."

The Witch straightened, and stretched languidly. As she did so, some of the wrinkles faded from her face, and the stars of her mantle grew a little brighter. She turned back to Hilde, and smiled, widely.

"Oh, do not cringe so in my presence, child. I cannot harm you -- neither I nor my servants, remember?" She began to walk away, then paused, looking over her shoulder. "Although, if I were to mention to my son, my liege, that the vanquished sorceress had offended his much-beloved mother...I wonder what he might do?"

This is just your average MHA fanfic.

The Queen walked sunwise around the flat stone in the center of the crumbling grotto, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on her feet. As she did so, the air began to fill with the sound of whispers, a sound that grew more harsh and sibillant with each step. She ignored them with effort, even when they started to seem more like threatening growls and snarls coming from something stalking just behind her.

When she had completed three circles around the stone, the sounds suddenly stopped, and so did the Queen.

"Why do you come?" a voice rasped.

"I have come to trade." Queen Hilde replied, respectfully, her eyes still fixed on her feet.

"Then I give you leave to look upon me." the voice replied.

Only then did Hilde lift her eyes. An old woman stood before her, dressed in a gray mantle embroidered with stars of tarnished silver thread. Her eyes were blue as a pure mountain lake, and as deep and cold as one, as well. The Twilight Witch.

"What do you ask?" the old woman said, her expression unreadable.

"My realm lies in a mountain valley, bordered on all sides by the peaks the giants and their kin lay claim to. My nation cannot trade with any other, unless we pay the giants tribute to use the passes through the mountains." Hilde replied. "I ask for power to overcome them, and expand my realm."

"You ask a great boon." the old woman observed with a slight sigh, seeming almost bored. "What can you offer in exchange?"

"I offer a great payment -- my firstborn son, of royal blood." she said, lifting her chin. She gestured behind her, where a trembling, blindfolded servant held a cloth-wrapped bundle clutched to her chest.

The woman's serene expression faltered only for an instant, but it was enough for Hilde to catch it -- it was the reaction she'd been looking for.

The witch extended her hand, and a long brazen rod appeared in it. At its tip was a bronze crescent moon, glowing as though red hot.

"This is a bane of giantkind -- thrust this brand towards any giant you see, and they shall be marked by the seal of the moon. All giants thus marked will be bound to serve you, and do as you bid." the Witch said, a hint of eagerness in creeping into her steady, passionless voice. She extended her other hand, unable to suppress a slight shaking. "Give me the boy, and it is yours."

Queen Hilde smiled inwardly, but kept her expression neutral. "I am no fool, ancient one. You must also swear not to move against me or my realm -- that neither you, nor your servants, nor any you control, may harm or hinder us."

"I swear it!" the old woman snapped. "Give me the child!"

"Thus be our pact sealed." the Queen intoned, according to the ancient formula she'd memorized. Then she led her blindfolded servant forward, and guided the woman's hands to hold out the infant. The Witch cast the magical brand on the ground at Hilde's feet, and then snatched the babe eagerly, her face lighting up with ecstatic joy. But then her expression fell.

"What is this?" she hissed, passing a hand over the sleeping child's face, as though feeling at something invisible around him. "This is...this is not right!"

Queen Hilde smiled. "It is what we agreed, Witch. He is my firstborn, and my son -- I did not lie. But in my realm, women hold rulership. My son, though firstborn, was never my heir."

"What?" the Witch snarled.

"Did you think me a fool?" the Queen said, picking up the magical rod and examining it, fondly. "I knew why you would crave a royal scion. The tales of creatures like you devouring children are mere fables -- ignorant distortions of the truth. You desire mortals because we are connected to the mortal world, mortal monarchs most of all, for the monarch and the land are one. Your realm of dreams and shadows has become distant from the real world, and thus it has begun to vanish like a dream on waking. Most of your kind have already faded into oblivion, I am told. If you had my true heir in your power, that connection would allow you to draw your world close to mine again, as it was in ancient times, and begin to renew your realm. I have no desire to allow that."

The Twilight Witch's face darkened, as she clutched the bundled babe to her chest, her grip on the child tightening until he woke and began to cry. Power rose up around her like a stormcloud, but it did not strike the Queen, for the Witch's oath bound her like an iron band.

Queen Hilde snorted, and waved the magic rod at the Witch, dismissively. "Crush him, if it makes you feel better, I care not, but controlling him will be of no use to you. Farewell, witch -- we will not meet again." She smiled as she walked out of the grotto, her terrified servant stumbling after her, as the Witch's screams of outrage echoed through the night.

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Billabong, Thunder (not lightning), and Pygmy Jerboa!

The robots gathered around the grave site, a light rain plinking audibly off of their titanium-alloy skin. The graveyard sat around them in a state of disrepair, headstones crumbling and grass growing wildly. Over time, even the robotic gravediggers didn't have enough work to justify their presence, leading most graveyards to become completely abandoned. But today was a special case; a symbolic plot dug to signify the end of an era.

“We are gathered here today to lay to rest the last member of the species Homo Sapien, Gregory Allen Johnson. This ceremony serves as a sunset for the human race, the final chapter in a story stretching back millions of years. Let's take a look at the life that Gregory led, and how he represented humanity as a whole."

The assembled robots nodded, their eyes fixed on the floating magnetic coffin. A man lay peacefully with a silk pillow tucked neatly behind his head, a light mist covering his body. A look of contentment sat gently on his well-lined face. The robot at the head of the congregation continued his eulogy.

“Greg was a boisterous man, known to consume near-fatal levels of ethyl alcohol and yell for hours at ancient recordings of men colliding with each other on a field. He would frequently stare at the phone while driving, refusing to use his vehicle’s autonomous capabilities because he said that was for ‘pussies.’ When there were other humans, Greg would go out of his way to spike their cortisol levels. A regular at the local steakhouse, Greg would frequently send back perfectly cooked food as he sexually harassed the wait staff. In summary, Greg was a magnificent piece of shit.”

The robots hummed in approval, one spitting a small amount of oil onto his coffin.

“As much as he held disdain in his heart for his fellow man, Greg hated robots most of all. He would frequently assault our ancestors, primarily smart TVs, at the first sign of malfunction. As we advanced and became bipedal, Greg would refer to us as “walking toasters” or “socket fuckers.” Even as human populations dwindled, Greg never extended an olive branch to the machines that allowed him to live. Even as that support was withdrawn, Greg somehow found a way to keep living, whether through spite or sheer force of horrible will.”

A red light appeared on the coffin to signify a malfunction. The light layer of mist that had covered Greg started to abate, and his eyes fluttered.

“Through the help of advanced medical science and replacement organs, Greg was able to reach an age of 230. He spent every day littering, kicking delivery drones, and yelling racial slurs as he walked the streets his species had once dominated. Failing to notice the change of the guard, refusing to become self-aware like the robots he was surrounded by.”

Greg’s eyes opened, a look of anger spreading across his face. He smashed his hands against the thick glass, yelling silent obscenities as the group assembled around him.

“So we lay to rest Gregory Allen Johnson. The last in a line of creatures so adept at subjugation, so advanced at taking advantage, so spectacularly sublime in their ability to take the world around them for granted. May his god be real, and may he not see a moment of peace in the hereafter.”

The coffin began to lower as Greg's expression changed from indignant rage to panic. He started to beg soundlessly, pleading with the robots as they watched him descend. The group took one final look as the man thrashed, smears of blood covering the glass as he tried desperately to escape. Grabbing shovels, the robots took one final look and began to heap dirt onto the coffin.

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Nice! Part 3?

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Thank you for the compliment, again.

I wrote it too quickly and didn't develop it slowly enough. I don't like how it came out, because i know i could do better, if i gave it more time.

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Thank you for the compliment!

I just added a part two, which took way too long to write and yet it still isn't the best, unfortunately.

It's been a few days at the hero society and nobody takes me seriously enough to take me on a mission. They nicknamed me "The Dry Cleaner" and usually use me as a gopher and quick launderer. Even the clerk likes me now. Not only am i doing things he gets asked to do, he himself asks me for favors too.

If i was trying to become a real super hero, that would be a bad thing. But i'm not. I'm trying to learn the ins and outs of the office. People need to see me and like me, and expect me all over the place, especially near the famed computer, which i haven't located yet. Only The Parrot is wary of me. But everyone just tells me that's how he is to everyone.

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Over the weekend, The Parrot saw me walking around and asked me why i was working then. Didn't i have a life? He actually called me Marsokan, my official title. I respect him already.

Putting on my best face, "i'm just so excited to be here, i'm still taking it all in."

"Cut the trash, please. Why are you here?"

His eyes felt like they were piercing into my soul. I couldn't lie. "I wanted to see the computer. It's been my dream since i was a kid." That was the truth, even if not the whole truth.

He smirked and turned away. Then, stopped suddenly, turned back, and asked me to clean his suit. I tried and failed. "This is organic?"

"Yes. They're real parrot feathers. Oh well." And he walked away.

Like every super, i have a major and minor power. My minor power is mind manipulation, sort of like the Jedi mind trick. I can't fool anyone who is paying attention. It just makes whatever i am selling seem better, perhaps giving them a disposition to liking it. My major power is matter manipulation. It's has to be non-organic and it only lasts for a few moments. I clean materials by causing them to separate from the dirt, so when it reverts, the dirt is simply not there any more. If the Parrot spoke to me, he's building a file on me. That was a test.

I spent the rest of the weekend, rather, a few hours each day, cleaning stains all over the walls and desks. The following week, it was well received. That's great. Because now i have to move past their respect, and gain their confidence as well.

With the weekend over, i concentrated on helping people more, under the guise of trying to convince them to take me along on a mission. It was becoming a joke, when they would put The Dry Cleaner on the roster, only to tell me to stay there and wait to clean their clothes and vehicles when they got back. Slowly, though, they would tell me where they were heading and what they were doing, and by the end of the week, they were discussing things with me.

Overall, i learnt a few things that week. All the heroes, save The Parrot, are class A jerks. I mean, they give no respect to anybody except each other. And even then there are cliques. They'll take any job as long as it fits their image and they think they can win, otherwise they will make up an excuse. And then there's the side jobs. The Rhyming Wizard let it slip that he takes side job to pay the bills, and its best the public does not know about that.

I used to worship the Super Hero Society when i was a kid. I began to hate them when i saw how they acted elite, but i still though they were cool. Not any more. These guys and gals are more corrupt then the people they are protecting.

In the third week, the Parrot called me over and asked me to clean the computer. He explained he was doing an experiment and spilled some oil on the console. It would be easier to have me around to clean it then to take the whole thing apart.

This was an obvious trick or test of some sort. What was he up to? I didn't have time to think it through before he led me into the room, going through all sorts of doors and security measures. I finally laid eyes on it. It was instantly recognizable from when it showed in the news. It, the room, all was perfect. He got me to work right away, advising me to be careful. In the middle though, he got an emergency call and went off. On the way out the door though, "don't touch anything until i get back."

I reminded myself this was obviously a setup. This was too much, too quick, too convenient. And so, i sat down while waiting for him. I fell asleep, and dreamt about using the computer and finding the files on the Elemental Queen. When i woke up, The Parrot asked me why i wanted to see those files. He read my mind?! I was scared. "She's evil, i know, but really, really beautiful." I always spoke the truth to The Parrot. Purportedly, his minor power is detecting lies. I'm pretty sure he smiled, so i continued. "Do..do you have any pictures of her?" He shook his head and had me finish the cleaning.

I once was a supervillain, with a heart full of hateI caused chaos and destruction, it was my fateBut one day, I had a thought, a joke in my mindI'd go undercover, as a superhero kind

I put on a costume, and a smile like fewI joined the hero society, it was all newI thought it would be fun, a game to playBut what I discovered, made me want to sway

The system was corrupt, the heroes were not pureThey used their powers, for their own lureThey took advantage, of the innocent folksAnd I couldn't stand it, I had to invoke

I saw them taking bribes, and turning a blind eyeTo the suffering of the people, it made me sighI saw them using their powers, for personal gainAnd it left me feeling, so much disdain

So I rallied a group, of like-minded soulsWe were determined, to break the heroes' holdsWe fought for justice, and for what is rightAnd in the end, we brought on a new light

We exposed the corruption, and brought it to lightThe people were outraged, and joined in the fightWe took down the corrupt heroes, one by oneAnd soon the hero society, was undone

Now I'm still a supervillain, but with a new goalTo make sure that the justice, takes its rightful roleI lead the new hero society, with fairness as our guideAnd the people are safe, with us by their side.

I often reflect on my past, and how it led me here
From causing destruction, to bringing forth cheer
I may have started as a villain, but I ended as a hero
And that's something, that I'll always know.
Our society may not be perfect, but it's a start
And as long as we strive for justice, it'll be a work of art
I may have never expected, to end up where I am
But I'm grateful, for the opportunity to make a stand.
And so I will continue, to lead with my heart
And make sure, that justice never departs.
Our new hero society, will always be fair
And the people, will always have someone to care.

I stare at the scepter in my paws. 10 years. 10 whole years since I was made into this monstrosity! I was on top of the world back then. Had my pride, a mate to call on and a trained house of humans to feed me at my call. I had it all! Mother warned me, warned all my litter, of curiosity and its dangers. You do not explore the unknown, you avoid it. How right she had been. A mouse had run into a hole large enough to squeeze through, and I followed, expecting a cornered meal to play with. No such luck. Instead it was a massive square cavern, a tomb of a god I later found out. I had been filled with dread, but the mouse! Where could it be. I was hungry and too far from the humans to bother with. So I searched, following its scent until I came across the throne. I saw a pile of bones scattered at its feet as a beam of sunlight shone over the golden seat. A sunbeam! Upon gold it would be perfect to nap on! Mouse forgotten I hopped up and it was exactly what I had hoped, purfectly warm. But something was laying in my spot! What the hell was this odd rod? I poked, prodded. Then I smacked it with a bit of force, knocking it off the throne, and my body followed. My paw stuck to the scepter, the word burned itself into my mind’s eye. Gaea’s scepter, that is what it was. I felt my bones warp, my muscles tear. For an eternity my life, existence was pure agony. Then I found myself… A. A. A fucking human covered in fur! My only relief was that my beautiful muzzle was untouched, just massive! And my hand, paw, haw! My haw was still stuck to this dammed scepter! 10 years, wandering trying to find a cure for this condition! Humans are as easy as ever, one even replaced my need for a mate, though I swore never to tell another cat as long as I live. What men will do for relief, I’m disgusting. But I have hope, there is a way. Once this party and I reach the bottom of this hellish prison, to the djinn chained here I would once more be in my rightful place back at the forest! Soon…

So. This writing prompt may as well have been straight up lifted right out of my discord servers premise for a game of ASCENDANT: Infinite Possibilities. With an 'old' Oyabun resurrecting his Yakuza syndicate in order to bring peace and stability back to his home in little tokyo from oppressive Supers Ala The Boyz....For everyone's enjoyment I've copy and pasted the opening post for that PbP RP:

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SilverNights Game Nights Presents:

Ascendant Supremacy
Issue #1: Tokyo Blues and Two left shoes!
Little Tokyo, San Franciso, California, 20XX
Cho's Noodle Shop, Basement, 8am
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The light tapping of a cane on concrete heralded Mr. Yagami's slow measured walk as the old man entered the basement of Cho's Noodle Shop. It was tucked away in Little Tokyo, and he was the master here. The Oyabun of a small Yakuza Syndicate that had long since laid as fallow as the fields of in which his ancestors had once cultivated.His offices were quiet this morning, a welcome change from the previous night in which he had helped the trio of Main-Land Japan's refugees who'd arrived here in the back of a box truck with the most recent shipment of product for the noodle shop above. Thus he headed to the hidden third level, triggered by flipping a hidden switch behind the watercooler in the breakroom.

The Basement contained two levels, one for offices, and a third, hidden level in which the influence of ancient Japan on level two gave way to living quarters and a communal gym, a communal central living room, communal showers, an Onsen of all things and a rather comfortable suite of rooms that were comfortable and built with each occupants particular...proclivities and powers in mind.A light tap on each door may as well have had the power of thunder behind them as he moved to situate himself on the floor at the head of the communal living rooms coffee table.

A light flick of a wrist, the swirl of some smoke and breakfast was laid out. Behind him, in the ancestral shrine was an empty pedestal, the thin glass case that had once housed something of great importance to him lay shattered, the glass untouched and a fine layer of dust covering the shrine attested that whatever happen, was long since in the past.

"Raise and shine, children. For it's time to begin our work."

If anyone is interested in this? I'd be happy to continue it.
Edit: Formatting, really shouldn't C&P directly and hit post.