Pangin51

Pangin51 t1_j5aq51j wrote

Reply to [WP] The villain's plot was thwarted by three little words. Nothing so trite as "I love you," but rather, a simple, heartfelt inquiry: "Are you okay?" by [deleted]

"Am I okay? What kind of question is that?" I shake the gun in my hand annoyedly. "You should be worried about yourself right now! I pull this trigger and you die, don't you understand?"

The girl shrugs. "Yeah, I understand and all, but this doesn't seem like something you would do." She points at the gun like she's shopping for it. "Your powers don't have anything to do with that. I've seen you around work, you're just a 'Porter."

Now that I think of it, I have seen this girl around the factory. She's a Body, so that must be why she doesn't seem too scared. I'd probably give her a bruise and nothing more. "So what if this doesn't have to do with my powers? I'm more than just a 'Porter, you know." I steady the gun so that it's pointing straight at her left eye. "Tch. Classic Body, only looking at the surface. But back to the question. What do you mean by 'are you okay'? And remember, I'm the one with the gun. Think before you talk."

She pauses to ponder her answer. While she's thinking, I create a clear bullet sized portal from my muzzle to right in front of her face. It'll make reaction time useless, along with giving my bullet the power to penetrate her eyelid should she blink. The girl points a finger in the air. The pointing is starting to get annoying. "You're Marle, right? Jacob Marle?" The question shocks me.

"What the heck does that have to do with anything?"

"Your sister is the Crafter that died yesterday right?"

"SHUT UP!" How DARE she mention my sister?! "YOU BODIES KILLED HER! DON'T ACT SO INNOCENT!"

The girl contorts her face into a frown. "Really? How do you know?"

"BECAUSE I SAW THE CORPSE! NO PORTER, CRAFTER, OR SEER COULD DO THAT TO A PERSON!" I blink the tears out of my eyes and take a deep breath, leveling my gun again. "and now, I'm gonna kill every last Body who works here. If I had more power, I'd kill every Body in the world. 90% of violent crime and property damage, gone. If you think about it, I'm doing this company and the world a huge favor."

"Yeah, but if YOU think about it, you'll notice your just grieving your sister. You don't actually wanna kill all of us, you just want to avenge your sister."

"You don't know anything" I hiss.

"Killing me won't help your sister. It won't help you, either." She looks concerned for me. She's not scared at all.

I put my finger on the trigger. "It will help me, it will. It will. It..." I drop the gun and put my hands, dropping to my knees. All I can feel is pain, grief, every negative emotion flowing through my body.

I feel a pair of arms around me, strong arms. The girl didn't run? I lift my head and see her face as a human for the first time. She looks so kind, just like... I shove my head into her shoulder, sobs wracking through my body. "Why did Em have to die? What did she do wrong?"

The girl has no answer, she just holds me in that alley, my gun still lying on the cold ground.

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Pangin51 t1_j580ahn wrote

Reply to comment by Flipping4cash in [WP] You are secretly a powerful villain who mainly uses their powers to play pranks on heroes, your son who's only been a villain for a year has just been killed by a team of teen heroes, Everyone isn't too concerned about what you'll do except for your nemesis who fully knows what your capable of by britishgamer215

Thanks! I love making unnecessarily overpowered characters, glad you liked the story!

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Pangin51 t1_j56wgpj wrote

Reply to [WP] You are secretly a powerful villain who mainly uses their powers to play pranks on heroes, your son who's only been a villain for a year has just been killed by a team of teen heroes, Everyone isn't too concerned about what you'll do except for your nemesis who fully knows what your capable of by britishgamer215

Weasel #35 waddles into the room just as I finish my cotton candy.

"My lord, my jester I mean... I have news about your son."

I sit up in my chair. "Yes, today marks his first villain anniversary, right? Thank you, 35, I had forgotten." I open my chair to enter my son's house across the world, but a paw on my shoulder stops me.

35 looks absolutely terrified as I turn my head. "Sir, you won't be able to find your son there."

I sigh in relief. "Oh thank goodness. 35, you had me convinced something has happened to my son. He must be out doing his 'real villain' stuff right now, I'll pop in later."

I close the chair and sit back down, but 35 still holds his expression. "well..." he squeaks out at last. "Something has happened to your son. You see... the Junior league killed him."

Fury shoots up like a Jack-in-the-box inside of me. "The juniors KILLED HIM?!" my mind is wobbling like a slinky. The Junior League never kill! Even against Jack Jr., they shouldn't have resorted to that! I know us Chesters are hard to pin down, but this? I slam the chair open again. This time it opens to the hideout of the Juniors. 35 protests weakly, but I cut him off by closing the wall I just stepped out of.

Silently, I stalk towards the main room of the hideout. I've been here many times, mostly to set up pie-in-the-face traps, so I know the way through the annoyingly dusty halls of the Junior League HQ. I only get a few steps towards the first corner when a very shiny person walks by.

The star of the Heroic World, Light Muscleboy, stands before me. For a guy so easy to spook, he looks fearless as he stares me down. Muscleboy holds up a hand. "Listen, Jack. It was an accident. There is no need to do what you are about to do."

"An accident?" I spit, taking a step closer. "The death of my son was an accident? That excuse holds up as well as your relationships, Light, and you know it."

I take another step. The Shining Knight seems to falter slightly. Expected, but still a little disappointed. "Jack, they do not know your powers. They expect you to, I don't know, put weasels in their bed, or gum in their hair. They don't know, Jack!" Muscleboy's voice shakes a little on the last sentence.

I'm so close I can smell his disgustingly minty breath. "Listen to me, Light." I poke his chestplate and slinky starts to wrap around him. "You know what *I* didn't expect? I didn't expect to lose my ONLY SON TODAY!"

The slinky has rendered the Knight immobile except for tremors of fear. "They are someone's sons too. Please."

I tap his chest again and he falls over. "Then those parents will be in for a..." I giggle as the thought comes to me. "*Surprise.*"

I turn and open the wall, walking straight into the main room. Five kids stand before me, and all have defiant eyes as they turn to look me in the face. A blonde kid points at me. "Jack Chester, you die here." A threat of death? They must have changed their no kill policy. I shrug off the thought, I'll deal with it later. Right now all that matters is this moment.

I glance at each of them, looking down at them through my nose. "Alright, pipe up. Who killed my son?" as soon as I finish asking the question, I start the timer in my head. *All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel.*

Everyone looks at some short kid on a couch by himself. He's clad in blue, hood concealing his face. He lazily raises a hand. *the monkey paused to pull up his sock.* "Yeah." The kid says in an infuriatingly uninterested tone. "It was me."

Behind my back, I point a gun at the wall behind me. "Let this be a lesson to you kids." The blue hero makes a choking sound and slumps over, a piece of candy corn portruding from the back of his head. *POP! goes the weasel.*

The 4 remaining supers step back from me. One rushes over to the blue kid, seemingly ignoring that I dropped through the floor onto the couch. His hands glow green, but when nothing happens he looks frantically to the others. "I can't heal him!"

A healer, eh? I laugh, the sound drawing the teens' eyes. "So you can only heal people? That means you had nothing to do with my son's death." The kid stares at me. "Right?" I growl. He frantically nods, scooting ever so slightly away from me.

I clasp my hands like I'm closing a deal. "Sweet. You can live to tell the Hero Council about what's about to happen." I stand and open all the walls, turning the room into an infinite void.

All furniture disappears, leaving just me, the remaining 4 heroes, and the corpse of the blue one. The blonde kid adjusts fast, slinging some sort of golden cord at me. I'm instantly behind him though, sticking a piece of gum to his chin. I teleport again, yanking on the gum. His neck snaps and he stops moving. The healer screams, a shrill sound not unlike a rusty crank on a wind up toy. A kid in all red twists his body to look at his mate, then the healer, then me. "Where are we? What do we do?" He asks frantically.

I straighten my polka dotted tie. "You can't do anything. I can teleport through walls, and I have made this whole room my infinite wall. This is my masterpiece. This is Jack's box.

I gum the kid like i did the blondie but he doesnt die when i yank his neck. Oh boy, he's like taffy! I manipulate the room so that I am on both sides of him, and pull him until he becomes as thin as licorice. I take the boy-cord and use it to strangle the last one, who has been frozen this entire time. I knot the cord and bring the room back to normal.

The healer is crying now, bawling his face off. I kneel down in front of him, my rage fading. "Go tell the council now, boy. And make sure my son's funeral is on every channel."

I teleport back to my chair, where 35 is still nibbling his claws. He hands me a cotton candy, but my tears ruin the whole thing.

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