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I like how it's the shadow Sidicate instead of Sindicate. I assume that's a typo but honestly, given that you're already calling them idiots, keep it. They screwed up their own name

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The four of us stood - and sat - around the table in our hideout, staring at the meticulous plans we had spent the last 3 months learning front to back. The blueprints, the false identities, the passports, the engineering plans... it was beautiful. Flawless. And, by now, useless.

"What a shitshow," Geralt finally said, breaking the silence. "You said you planned for everything!" he yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at me, though a finger was underselling it given its size. He was a massive man, a perfect hitter. It wasn't immediately obvious; some people even called him fat. They stopped doing so when he would lift them up with one hand.

"I did!" I protested loudly. "The plan was literal perfection! It's why you agreed to it!"

"Perfection?! Then why the deep-fried fuck," Geralt replied and picked up the TV remote, tuning in to the evening news. Our faces were plastered all over the screen, capturing our confusion beautifully, "are they naming the museum after us?!"

"Well it is a nice museum," Nassor chipped in from their corner where they were peacefully reading the newspaper which, once again, featured us on the front page. Heroes of the Year, the headline read. Geralt threw an angry look their way but then turned his anger back towards me.

"You said nothing could go wrong," he kept pressing.

"Well, how could I possibly predict that some other group of thieves would be mad enough to break into the impenetrable Royal Mint? And on the same day as us! And, lest we forget, if you didn't trip the alarm during the scuffle, we would have still had the time to make it out with some money. But no, by the time we were finished incapacitating them, the League of Heroes was on site, shaking our goddamn hands!"

"Oh don't throw this at me," Geralt growled. "That hitter of theirs would have snapped you like a twig had I not stepped in."

I shook my head in hesitant agreement. The woman on our competitor's team nearly matched Geralt in size. I was almost impressed.

"She was kinda hot though," Nassor commented again. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Not the time, mate," I sighed.

"I just wish we could have spared a second to grab her number, ya know?"

"Oh let me grab the world's tiniest violin for you! Oh wait, we can't bloody afford one!" I yelled at them angrily. They merely shrugged and went back to reading the paper.

We all slinked back into silence as we stared at our plan. It was supposed to be the heist of a century.

"Goddamit," I mumbled and looked around the room. Geralt was still fuming, Nassor more blank-faced but clearly disappointed. My eyes finally rested on Lilian, our hacker. Her face was buried in her hands. She was white as a sheet, though not because she was scared.

"Lilian," I said slowly. "You're awfully quiet."

She sighed and removed her hand from her face and looked around the room with her bright-red eyes. Her albinism was often enough to catch everyone's attention, but combined with her elegant mannerisms and sultry voice, when she spoke, people listened.

"I am," she replied calmly, "because I know how the rest of this conversation is going to play out. I can see it on your faces, no matter how much you try to hide it. You all feel it too."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Geralt narrowed his eyes.

"Don't pretend with me, tiny," Lilian scoffed. "I saw how you looked when that old lady hugged you."

Suddenly, it was as if Geralt deflated, his bravado and anger replaced with meek embarrassment.

"...she reminded me of me gran, alright?" he mumbled.

We all exchanged looks.

"Really?" Nassor raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, my gran was the best person I ever knew, alright?!" Geralt blew up. "Don't you even dare!"

"Hey, I'm not saying anything," Nassor shrugged.

"Face it," Lilian continued. "We all liked being... heroes." She almost spat the last word out. We all looked down at our feet in shame. "Seeing all those people all happy."

"...yeah," I murmured. Geralt and Nassor did not reply, but I could see it on their faces. They liked it too. Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Bleh.

"There's bound to be more people like us out there, you know?" Nassor said. I looked at the team. My team. I took some of the world's best criminals; the toughest hitter, the slickest thief, the sharpest hacker, not to mention my immaculate planning brain... and turned us all into good guys.

"Wanna stop them too?" I asked.

Lilian smiled. Nassor folded the newspaper and put it on a nearby table. Geralt tried resisting the idea before sighing loudly and cracking his fingers.

"Ah, what the hell. Sounds fun," he said.

"Alright," I chuckled. "Let's get to it."

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The coming of Rap Man

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I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it.

It's been an hour since I last saw my brother disappear into the creepy, abandoned house at the end of our street. I was meant to be look-out, staying alert and aware for anyone wandering down this part of town at night, using my flashlight to flash twice as a signal. But I had barely been able to tear my eyes away from the house the entire time.

God. That house.

Big, ugly and old; older than anything else on our street. The wood was rotting but somehow never gave way, the windows were dirty but still intact. It creaks eerily and I get the feeling... it was watching me back.

I supress a shudder and try double-clicking my light again.

My brother was meant to check-in every five minutes with a double-flash of his own through one of the windows. But I haven't seen his light go off in over an hour now. Fighting a wave of panic, I double-click my flash light again.

And again.

Nothing.

I close my eyes and exhale slowly through pursed lips. The thought that the house has swallowed him whole invades my mind and I immediately push it back out. It's just a house, I tell myself. Wood and glass and concrete. Nothing more.

I look up and feel it looming over me.

Nothing more.

I hop from one foot to the other, head swivelling as I scan the street. There's no one here, no one to help us. I'm the only one to save my stupid brother. Balling my hands into fists, I give a low, reluctant groan and run into the house.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, the house swallows all sound. The only thing I can hear is my own breathing, loud and ragged against the silence. It's dim but not pitch black and I blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the gloom so I can find my brother. But I don't need to go far.

He's standing at the end of the long, narrow hall, facing the wall. He's upright but limp, his arms hanging by his sides and his shoulders hunched slightly. I stare, waiting for him to move but he doesn't. He just... stands there.

"Hey..." I don't know why I whisper when it's just us in the house but something deep inside me is warning me against loud noises. Are we alone in the house?

My brother doesn't turn around.

Sweat runs down my back, despite the damp coolness in the air. Everything in my brain screams at me to turn around and leave. But I can't; I can't leave him here.

I creep along the hall, wincing with every squeak in the floorboards. My brother stays still. I reach out, my hand quivering, and gently touch him on the shoulder. He turns around.

He's not my brother.

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Me too :(

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this was chaotic

Felt like a good touch to the prompt. I've got it in my head that it's tradition so the elder rulers can't poison the younger. A coming of age, but only for the worthy and those strong enough to bear the burden.

“This is where we gather for the morning coffee and croissants,” The Liberator said showing us the cafeteria of the superhero headquarters.

I was still trying to get used to his size and appearance. We have all seen him thousands of times on tv and in various videos, but once he stands this close to him, it’s truly uncanny.

I myself was higher than most people but I barely came to his chest, and he was almost three times as wide as me even though I was in my peek, training every day.

His size was one thing, what made me feel uneasy was his carapace that had grown as armor around most of his body. Some of it was hidden behind his suit, some incorporated, and some fully visible like that big piece around his neck and ears.

“This is nice,” I said looking over at my team, who was cringing at the site of the giant. “You sure have a nice interior decorator, can we get a number?” I asked jokingly.

Liberator let out a loud thunderous laugh, don’t know why it wasn’t that funny, but he laughed a lot. “Lady Zap had done all of our decorating, doubt she is for hire.” He said and continued to walk. “Let me show you our meeting room.”

This was the further from our plan we could get, we were in the middle of the superhero quarters with some of the stolen things still with us, and the Liberator himself, one of the strongest superpowered people alive was giving us a tour.

“Can we come back for a full tour some other day?” I asked trying not to sound disrepsctull. “We appreciate it deeply but this was our first superhero stint and all, we feel truly tired,” I said and all of my friends nodded in agreement.

“Ohh, silly me,” Liberator said. “I remember my first time, my heart was pounding after the mission, I couldn’t wait to get home and just relax.” He stopped and turned towards us. “Let’s go back to the cafeteria you can sit there and relax, but you can’t go before Lady Zap comes, she wants to meet you and thank you in person.”

“When will she arrive?” I asked.

“She will be here in 30 minutes tops,” He said and pointed back towards the cafeteria and we had no other choice but to go.

We sat down and ordered some coffee and on Liberator’s suggestion, we got some donuts and croissants. So here we were sitting in the most secure building in the world, surrounded by dozens of superheroes and their sidekicks and we had just robbed the most secured vault in the city a few hours ago, I had some of the items hidden in the secret compartments of my suit.

How did we get here when we had a perfect plan? Well, those idiots that call themself the Shadow Sidicate had the same idea as we did, to rob the Ambiens Vault, the most secure place to store your valuables on the planet.

They as we did, knew that most of the heroes would be away on this day due to the impending crisis in Asia. We made a distraction on the other side of the city to give the rest of the heroes something to do as we silently broke into the vault, they didn’t think that far.

We were almost done with everything in under fifteen minutes, no one would have noticed that the vault was broken until they’d done the routing check in the morning, have those morons not shown.

They surprised us but we gave them chance to leave without a fight, to choose something different to rob, we even offered part of the loot to them, but they wanted it all, greedy bastards.

None of us react well to the threats so we kicked their asses right away. We dismantled them quickly and easily, but unfortunately, our fighting signed the alarms and the heroes were there as we tried to leave.

Luckily for us, they thought we were a new group of heroes, those showed up almost every day these days, so we played along and well our plan of getting not revealing our powers for a better part of a decade and getting rich out if it failed miserably. We were sitting silently sipping our coffee and eating some of the best donuts as we await Lady Zap to arrive and probably figure everything out on the spot.

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Nicely done. I didn’t see the last part coming, about how every monarch is executed in the end—I dig it.

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Abby: "Is this meant to be some sort of prank? Why did you all suddenly dress like Jessica? And who is the real one?"

Jessica1: "I don't know what happened Abby, before I lost my consciousness, my necklace was vibrating and suddenly there were four more of me!"

Jessica2: "Exactly, but this one is a clone, it seems to have gotten the same memories like me, just differing during the 'blackout'."

Jessica3: "Why are you pretending that you are the real one? The real Jessica was definitely sitting at the right side of the couch, so I'm the original, right Abby?"

Jessica4: "No, I was sitting on the left side of the couch all the time! Let's call the police Abby, I'm uncomfortable, they will somehow manage this and get rid of my clones."

Abby: "Wait, so you're telling me, you all are Jessica?"

Jessica2: "Well, at least I am."

Jessica3: "Stop lying!"

Jessica4: *crying*

Abby: "You there, sitting in the middle of the couch, tell me, who is the secret crush of Jessica?"

Jessica5: "I told you Abby, I don't love Felix, I just think, he has great eyes!"

Abby: "Well it doesn't matter who the original one is, if even your memories are the same."

Jessica4: "Yes, let's just call the police and let them handle it. Please!"

Abby: "I think calling the police would not be a great idea, seeing as we don't know how they would handle this, in the worst case, they would kill four of you."

Jessica5: "No, the worst case would be that they retrieve the necklace for themselves and use it to generate an infinite amount of resources, seeing as my clothes just got duplicated."

Jessica1: "So you mean they could give someone wearing clothes made out of rare materials this necklace and kill off four of them?"

Jessica2: "Seeing as even the necklace duplicates, they could do this with thousands of clones and the public wouldn't even notice."

Jessica3: "How about we destroy all our necklaces and then go to the police together?"

Jessica4: "That sounds good, let's take off our necklaces!"

Jessica2: "So how do we destroy them?"

Jessica1: "Let's just rip it apart."

Jessica4: "What if some people repair it? I think we should try to break it into as many small pieces as possible."

Abby: "We could try to shatter the gemstone in the middle with the sledgehammer your dad always keeps in his garage."

The Jessica's proceed to shatter each gemstone with the big sledgehammer. Jessica's dog, completely bewildered by the sight of five mistresses starts barking. When she turns back to the Jessica's, there was no trace left of neither the necklace nor the clones.

Abby: "I'm so glad, everything solved itself! I really like you but five of you would really give me a headache!"

Jessica: "Sigh, whom are you telling that."

Abby: "Soo - which one of them was the real you?"

Jessica: "All of them."

Krueger rapidly unrolled his shirt sleeves, covering his shitty stick-and-poke swastika tattoos.

Jorge put on a mask and began coughing, hiding his teardrop tattoos.

“What say we heroes go out for a brewski?” Captain Man said.

“Are you sure, sir?” Sergeant Woman said; their hero organization was still sexist, I realized in that moment.

It struck me with the same rapidity as, when I was a child, I realized how sexist Catholicism, which I was a part of, was. I didn’t really think about how women couldn’t be deacons, or priests, or bishop, or cardinals, or the pope.

I looked at Sergeant Woman with pity, wishing I could ask her into our gang, from which no sexist vibes exit. Yet, sadly, my pro-woman, nonsexist organization does not accept woman; for their own protection, of course.

We hire them for more menial labor, such as cleaning or catering and the like.

Regardless of that tangent, Sergeant Woman had just asked Captain Man if he was sure about brewskis.

“Of course I am sure!” Captain Man declared. “What say you, boys?”

My peers and I awkwardly agreed. We appreciate free brews. We appreciate praise.

I encouraged my boys to order the most expensive fair possible, after which we snuck out the bathroom windows.

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