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SlightlyColdWaffles t1_iyey1fk wrote

The Hero's Union was, quite frankly, a colossal failure. Not only did they keep foiling my plans, stopping my schemes, and throwing me in jail; but now they decided to go on strike. And none of the bastards would cross the line to defend the damn city.

Pathetic.

"Ma'am, please remain indoors." The man on the other line of the phone said. "Help is on the way... hopefully."

I scoffed, and placed my ornate phone back in the ancient cradle. There was nothing more that the police could do. Worthless peons.

I sighed, and reached a frail hand towards my reading glasses. A long, black leg got to them first, gently scooping them up in its tiny claws and handing them to me.

"Thank you, dear." I said, smiling my warmest grandmotherly expression at my spider minion. "I'm afraid we're going to need to go out soon. Could you be a sweetheart and summon the brood?"

My Goliath Bird-Eater spider bowed slightly, then scurried out of sight. I grabbed my 8-legged walker, and with the help of several spiderwebs, rose to my feet. I took a deep breath, and began incanting in the language of creation itself.

#S̸̹̑P̸̪͆I̶͕̒Ḑ̴͊E̵̘̅R̴̛̙S̴̭̀,̷̱̏ ̴̝́ A̷̜͗Ŕ̷̖Ă̵̺Ć̷̨H̵̳͗N̷̏ͅḬ̸̈́D̴̛ͅS̸͉͝,̸̯̉ ̵̣͝C̶̨̾Ṙ̶̞Ê̴͓A̷̩̒T̴̝͂Ú̷̱Ṟ̴͗E̷̘͌S̸͙͗ ̶͓̈́ O̸̠͂F̷͚͂ ̵̬̈ Ṭ̵̀H̸̟͝Ė̶̬ ̷̛̣N̸͚̅I̶̯̚G̸͖̿H̴̭̅T̷̻̓,̷̩̒ ̸̙̊I̴̦̕ ̷̜͐S̵̟͠U̴̪̅M̶̞͊M̸̥̔Ŏ̷̹N̴͍͝ ̴͖͒ T̷͉̚H̸͓̎È̷͇E̷̥͂ ̷̢́F̵̦̓O̷̺̿R̵̗̍ ̸̧̏ B̸̨̔A̸͓͒T̶͠ͅT̷̢̎L̸̜͘Ē̸

I coughed slightly as the demonic words left my mouth. The feeling of the words always reminded me of the texture of a slightly old apricot, or the strange store brand of denture cream I once used by mistake.

My spider minions surrounded me, growing in number and size by the second. Well, I called them my spider minions, but it was technically every spider in range. In this case, it was every creature with 6 or more legs in the tri-state area.

My favorite Goliath Bird-Eater returned, leading a parade of golden orb weaver spiders to me. With practiced speed and skill, they formed my villainous costume around me, weaving their magnificent webs in intricate patterns. At last, once they had formed my face mask, the spiders clutched my earlobes, dangling like a demented set of earrings.

"Could one of you remind me to take my Dementia pills when we get back?" I asked. Millions of spiders clamored to be the first to volunteer.

"You're all so sweet, my dearies." I said, petting the Goliath tarantula as he perched on my walker. "Now, let's stop these pesky invaders. I would hate it if they destroyed my favorite park."

With a surge of legs and fangs, my legion marched. We would not let someone else have all the fun. Not while Grandmommy Longlegs still had a say about it.

/r/SlightlyColdStories

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exponentials t1_iyduuc7 wrote

The city of Anaheim was under attack, and our heroes had yet to arrive. The villains of each district united and knew we had to take action. This was not only our home, but our playground as well – if the heroes fail, there'll be no one else to blame but ourselves.

So I took the first steps towards leading our motley crew of villains, plotting out a plan that could save us if not entirely redeem us. We didn't plan on being heroes, but today marks a turning point in my life – I'm no longer sure what side I'm fighting for.

Just then I saw a glimpse of movement dark against the skyline; at first it seemed like one of the heroes had come to save us, but then I realized that it was something else entirely – The Creature. It gathered up its minions from the depths below and wreaked havoc upon Anaheim with an unearthly rumble; like the breath of death itself sweeping over us all.

The villains fought bravely against The Creature, though we all knew this was not going to be enough given its sheer size and strength. We did whatever we could distract it long enough for us to forge a plan, bur as we did so it advanced relentlessly towards every corner of our beloved city.

Suddenly, without warning or time for reflection, a brilliant light pierced through the darkness like an arrow – it seemed to be coming from inside me – giving me strength far greater than before as well as knowledge of what we were supposed to do now that every hope was lost. Our group split into two sides: one following my lead to fight together with some sort of transcendent energy directed at stopping this unstoppable beast; while the other provided support with weapons and tools designed on another plane outside of space and time itself.

After days of fighting off The Creature and saving civilians, my team and I declared victory for Anaheim. But with every step forward there seemed to be two back — our victory didn't cure the underlying deeds we had committed here in the past. The feeling of compassion that had emerged during our fight against evil left me feeling empty inside.

That's when it clicked: I could never return to my life as a villain after this night - because morally speaking, none of us had any choice but to become who we are now... Heroes — a title I would never accept, no matter how much good we did in our city.

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ilil01 t1_iyf29fl wrote

That's my first try writing something, also not being a native English speaker, so sorry if I messed something up (:


One gulp of water. One another.

— Well, what a situation that has turned up to be, huh.

Snakeskin threw empty bottle away. It bounced from one of the many corpses. Going through his usual armonry, he prepared himself to face the enemy. Being the only bad guy in the Riverside to overlive two consequentional generations of heroes, now he has to see the third one going against the Horde, trying to stop it from devastating the city.

For thirty years these weaklings foolishly tried to enforce a "full and proper order" in the city, causing all sorts of nuisances for those who were using unconventional means to build a somewhat better life in there. Many others were caught, some fleed to one of a less "heroic" cities or even submitted themselves to heroes. Not Snakeskin.

At first it was sort of difficult — being just another one of homeless boys in a large trading city, getting yourself something to eat and wear for a price one can handle — free, namely — without disturbing any hero was a challenge not everyone could handle. Not so much of a choice, though, since all those smug cretins having any business here were not interested in any worker other than from their families or friends. Getting into legal life after being born outside of it was a truly impossible goal here.

Now, after all those years, having a full-fledged organization of spies and thiefs with a vast connections to legal and illegal companies in other cities, with the capital itself included, life seemed to be settled down. Until the Horde has come. And all the heroes — these good-for-nothing jerks, born in a veil of wellbeing, who never had to fight for their life — only for their messed up principles of "lawfullness" and "proper way to live one's life" — are now being completely useless.

— I think I've seen enough.

So Snakeskin goes to his favourite place &mdash empty so-called "park" between slums and somewhat richer houses, where he always has better thinking. A plan should be come up with, the organization should be provided with water-clear orders, and all possible outside connections should be brought up as to get as much help as possible, with death being result of any failure. Nothing actually unusual, frankly.

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Laverniones t1_iyenuls wrote

-“Where are the heroes?” One of the villains in meeting room asks. “well Sherlock if we knew then this meeting wouldn’t make any sense. Right?” another one answers

The atmosphere in the room was tense nobody had an idea what heroes were doing in time of crisis, but one thing was certain.

-”If those guys don’t take actions we will have to do it ourselves any objections?”

Room became silent, for a little while, all villains in Everwall decided that heroes are usless in time of need, so after thinking,for a while, everyone agreed to protect city in the face of the new danger. Everwall was not a small town, it had around two milion civilians inside it’s walls, so every villain had to protect the city with all their might. Not every villain was willing to take out aces out of their sleeves.

The most powerful person in the room spoke as she saw that -”I hope that everyone have some plans, but I need you all to understand our situation. Everyone is in danger even us, so BRING OUT YOUR MOST TRESURED TOYS am I clear?” after I said that greed in eyes of quite a lot of individuals declined, fear appered instead.

-”Cmon don’t scare the new guys valkyrie. You know if that was not said we could reduce number of competition in our little town” Said some girl while toying with some kind of artifact with snakes on it.

-”shut it Loki you can have some fun with our enemies. Well if you want to play that badly we can play together however I can’t promise to leave you in one piece how about 1001 pieces sounds to you?” -”Alright sorry, also what’s your plan?

I looked at her with pity and didn’t answer. Why would I allow her to meddle with my side of city. -”I will go to the south, and you to the north if I find out that you made disorder in any I mean, any other side my promise to you will be fulfilled after battle” ‘It’s quite funny to squabble with her. Can’t deny it.’

-”Everyone out and protect the city. Some casualties are allowed. Not too many I look at you Loki. As I said earlier south is mine, Loki take north, everyone expect our commanders will defend east and west. Wish you all a good luck, and have fun.” ‘Hmm we will have to smash some heroes heads after the defence game’

My third time writing something as usuall some constructive criticism is appreciated. -Laverniones checks out <3

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Zealousideal-Air-989 t1_iyf313c wrote

A dense silence fell upon the reunion. The intruder was a child to my eyes, a courageous child, but a child nonetheless. My colleagues moved on their sits, a few seemed bored, most felt insulted and at least one was eager to drink the boy’s blood. But I was in charge that day, I call them and I was the one being shouted. This was my job and it will be done correctly by demolishing that little puny human. Am I being hard? If you take down the Union of Justice, you’ll develop some self-love too.

“Hmmm… Isn’t there an ultra-strong, fast and kind alien defending the city as always? I don’t remember anyone of us killing her in the last couple months. Did you kill her without calling me? How rude.” All the table roared with laughs. One jumped on the table and threw a plate to the boy. My telekinesis caught the plate, more roasts were coming.

“Her family is in charge of the attack” The child said, all laughs ended, the plate fell.

“Boy, explain” The laconic (and brute) Tulka spoke before anyone could even react.

“She said it herself. Our city is condemned due to something we did centuries ago and caused all the heroes appear. An experiment which affected this world and the others” The kid was scared, he did not know the full answer. I have changed my mind, not brave but suicidal. But he did come.

“Soooo... your ideal hero become delusional and genocide and you come here? There are plenty of other heroes and people that could help. Do not bother us with unexpected rivals.” More laughs

Tulka stood, his two and a half meter of pure, indestructible muscle was threating, but he spoke, not threated. His voice was deep, almost not recognizable from a roar and it was clear how difficult it was to him. He spoke more than he did in the last hundred reunions:

“Boy is right. No one defies She-allmighty except us. I like not her nor her ideas. City is only place I am good. I fight.”

And he left directly to the city. Through the roof. I was shocked, not for the roof: I would feel ashamed if the room survived the meeting, but for the meaning of those words. The remaining villians were uneasy. As he said, this city was the place were all of us gained our powers (or special abilities or whatever). The next speaker may move us to the city or far from it. And the boy was not prepared for that burden. But he did come.

“If our city is guilty, I do want to save it. Not for the people nor the money, I just want to make a hell for the heroes that hate me” Kald, the most brilliant and paranoid woman in this world, reached the same conclusion that Tulka. She had made great speeches before, but today she only said that. Then she went to the boy and exited the room while interrogated about the ‘enemy forces’.

More villains stood and went to war. Many did speeches too. Most of them were mad, they were going to destroy more than save and the child must have known that. But he did come.

At the end, there were only three of us in the room. Three of the twenty-one. The room was huge now filled with dust from the roof, broken glass on the floor, chairs thrown and broken… and three silent silhouettes. The demon took their original form when we were alone, when the weak minds left.

“Will you save your beloved city then?” said the demon, looking both at the same time. “The moment you save a single person, your souls will be mine, that was the deal.”

“We have powers beside from yours…” answered Jonah, the ancient man who found the way to make the contract. He was unsure and demoralized.

“Oh, yes, powers that did not help you to win against the Union. And even with those powers you are unable to beat her” the demon laughed at us. Or coughed. I cannot differentiate those “You, Herdra, when did you fight her for the last time? Tell us how you lose.”

“I could not damage her.”

“See? He is an experimental superhuman apart from the power I granted him and she is beyond your reach combined. An army of those beings? Not only you are doomed if you exit, but your souls will be doomed too.”

“Then I will sacrifice my body and my soul. I never was evil, curse you.” answered Jonah. He rose to face the demon, but he looked like a senile man. Even with devilish powers, he was too old to do anything but die out there.

“HAHAHAHA” the most evil laugh ever heard in this dimension crossed the room “You Jonah? The scholar? The one who is afraid of darkness and thunders? You will perish. Your centuries of unnatural studies will be lost.”

“Herdra…”

“He is more cunning, and crueler, he will save himself and gain your powers the moment you die. A soul and a more powerful ally, I only win as always” the demon aura filled my vision “How will you feel with your powers doubled? Not only the supernatural, I offer you to enhance your innate powers too. He is going to die and you will need time to prepare another ritual, and time to obtain the sacrifice. Not anymore, your soul IF you ever die and everything I give him will be yours. Knowledge, money, intelligence, power…”

“Deal.”

“wome… Wait what? Is that easy?“ the demon looked shocked for the first time since we summoned them. Maybe they was not that bad, or maybe I wanted to believe that.

“Yes, and if he dies I will get tripled everything as our previous contract said.”

“Eeh, not sure if it is possible for me or anyone to control that much pow…”

“I said DEAL. Are you a demon that does not want a soul-contract?” the temptation was huge, I did not get another shot like this ever.

“FINE. YOUR SOUL IS DOOMED IN EXCHANGE FOR UNFATHOMABLE HUMAN, SUPER-HUMAN AND MAGICAL POWER. I grant you that.”

For once, Jonah understood my intention. He knew me, he almost nurtured me, he had shown me many things and yet he did not understand my final move until now. He had been hearing the offering in silence, expecting my counter-offer. The only rule in this kind of negotiation was to not sell your soul at your death, everyone dies so another condition must be met. I was ignoring that rule for something and at the end he knew.

“So, is this the moment our paths diverge?” asked Jonah, almost tearing his voice and full of tears his eyes.

“Yes, I am truly sorry.” I said as the new powers flowed though me. Now only my innate enhanced powers could be enough to beat the Union, I cannot imagine what my magic is capable. The demon seems now weakened, but joyful, he will get soon really powerful soul to fest upon. Or that is what he is thinking.

Jonah closed his eyes and muttered “Good bye” just before I end him.

"WHAT? HE HASN’T SAVE ANYONE YET. YOU ARE RUINING THIS."

“Yes, I am denying you his soul” I truly smile for the first time in the whole meeting “Now I am leaving, these powers might need a test.”

“Nononono, you aren’t going there to save them… You can’t, you will not risk your soul…”

“Of course I am, my soul is doomed whatever I do. Am I right?”

And the most joyful laugh ever heard in this world could be heard in that room.

>!After, in Hell.

“WHY?” Asked the demon. “The boy did come”!<

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shinylungburger t1_iye0wsq wrote

Isnt this the plot of the lego dc super villians game?

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GabrielusPrime t1_iyeakvr wrote

It also reminds me of a line from a Batman cartoon... Aliens invade Gotham, and the Joker says, "Forgive my inhospitality, but terrorizing Gotham's my job!" while fighting them.

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