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A 2021 story featuring a superhero and a (former) supervillain.
I climb up into the attic, looking for it. It's dusty up here; haven't poked around here in years. Did I even leave it here? Shoot, I don't remember. It isn't downstairs, so let's check box number 1!
Nope, just my fake passports and IDs from back in the day. I should probably just throw these out. And in box number 2 is...
Oh hey, I was wondering where I put the rest of the money. I'll have to deal with that soon. Eventually. Third time's the charm, box number 3...
Ah, now that really brings back memories. My old costume from my days as the terrible Rosepetal Bandit! That was a blast. Often literally. A shame I lost my sword, though. But enough of that; those days are behind me now, and besides, this isn't what I was-
Oh there it is! On the ground next to the box sits a little rectangle, hard to identify in the dark. I grab it, and upon closer inspection, it is indeed my old copy of Supreme Clash Siblings for the Nontindo 63! Man, this series really went downhill after the 6th game. Glad I still have this!
I drop from the attic and close it back up, running to the TV. But just as I put the game in and grab a controller, my doorbell decides to interrupt me with a ring. I swear, if this is another fucking Quick-Cooker Toaster salesman, I might have to come out of retirement for one last job.
I open the door, and fortunately, it's a friend. "Oh hey Jamie. What's up?"
"Hi Sammy. Um, do you have a minute?" Jamie looks... troubled. What's more, they're carrying a long bag, like something used for golf clubs or whatever.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Oh, do you wanna play some Supreme Clash Siblings? I just found my old copy!" As I speak, Jamie starts messing with their bag. "I know you're more a fan of the newer games, but have you ever tried the original? It's pretty... good..."
My heart stops, as in Jamie's hands is a sword. Not of metal, but of grass, wilted brown with age. Jamie looks me dead in the eyes. "Is this yours?"
Shoot, shoot, SHOOT! This can't be happening! What do I do? Did they tell anyone? Are they even sure? Maybe I can lie- no, I already reacted to it, they know for sure now! "How... how did you know?"
"Lots of ways; your voice and physique, for one, and your story of earning your fortune by 'getting lucky at the stock market' wasn't very believable." Ah, shoot, I knew that was a flimsy excuse. "I did some investigation, and found your records from more than seven years ago are inconsistent."
No, no no no, no no no no no! Jamie steps past me, into my house. "Wh-Why are you doing this? Why are you here instead of the police, or a hero?" Jamie doesn't turn around. "You know I'm a villain, right? I could kill you right now, so why-"
Jamie reaches out their hand, and water begins to flow from my sink. It floats through the air before arriving in Jamie's hand, where it freezes into ice, holding the shape of a rose. Well dang, I guess they did bring a hero.
Five years I've known Jamie, and never once did I ever suspect that all this time, they were my nemesis... "The Water Warrior..."
"Why?" they ask.
"What? Why what? You- You don't just get to barge into my house after seven years and just ask 'why'! I haven't even done anything! I'm retired! If you're here to stop my latest evil scheme then I'll have to disappoint you, because-"
"I know. I've been suspicious of you for most of the time I've known you, and I've known your identity for three years now. I've been watching you, and I know you haven't done anything. My question is, why? Why, after all those years, all that crime and fighting, why did you just... stop? Why are you living a normal life now? What changed? Why did... why did you become a villain in the first place?"
"... You want to know my backstory? My motive? Well, I'd love to say that I was tortured, and I was out for revenge on the world. Or that I'm a life form beyond humanity, intent on ruling over this puny race. Or even that I just wanted wealth, and that crime was the easiest way to get it. That's how it's supposed to work. That's what makes a real villain.
"But I'm not a real villain. There's no reason why I did what I did. There are plenty of people with powers, just living normal lives. There's nothing special about me, I could've been like them. Heck, I'm like them now. Nothing's changed. I could've retired after my first robbery and I'd be in the exact same position now."
"So why?!" The Warrior tightens their grasp on the icy rose. "Why did you do it? Why did you do any of it then?!"
I sigh. "Because it was fun. The costumes, the tension, the theatrics... And the battles! Oh, those were amazing! And the reason I stopped? I got bored. Isn't that the lamest motivation ever? I mean, I bet your parents were killed by a super villain, or that a hero saved your life and it inspired you to become one, something cool like that! Or heck, maybe it was something I did, and you want revenge. Oh shit, did I kill your parents? I don't think I killed anyone but-"
"No, no, you didn't-" The Warrior sighs. "It all makes sense, I guess; how you'd strike random places on random days, with no pattern aside from never striking on a Saturday night."
"Yeah, there's this one channel that shows great movies every Saturday-"
"It doesn't matter anymore. Look, you're done, right? No more villainy?"
"... Yeah. I'm done. My villain days are over."
"Good. And for the record, I don't have a reason for being a hero; I saw people getting hurt, and I had the power to help them, so I did. There's no need for any special backstory or motivation, I just do what's right."
"And what's right is you ditching me last minute on game night for a 'family emergency'?"
"Yes; believe it or not, helping those in need is more important than game night. You could be a hero too; you'd be officially pardoned for your crimes, and you could still, um, have fun, while also helping people."
"Nope, sorry; like I said, I got bored of that whole deal. So, um, two questions. One, are you gonna try to arrest me now?"
"No. You always managed to escape capture before, and capturing you now wouldn't do any good anyways. Besides, imagine the message it would send; a villain retires, only to be hunted down and punished anyways. That would signal to other villains that there's no point in quitting, that they'll be villains for life. So no, you're not getting arrested."
"Okay good, cool, awesome. Followup question, do you wanna play some Supreme Clash Siblings?"
"... What?"
"Well, if I'm not fighting you, and you're not fighting me, why not, right?"
"You're... I'm your nemesis! We fought each other for years!"
"We've been friends for years, too. I mean, I hope we were..."
"I... I didn't become friends with you to investigate you; that came later. And I... I did still feel like we were friends, even after I discovered your identity. I had hoped you'd decided to turn over a new leaf-" I start giggling at the pun. Jamie clears their throat. "I had hoped you'd changed your ways, and I suppose you have, in a way..."
"So... Clash Siblings?"
"... Sure."
EPILOGUE
After a nice few hours of gaming, Jamie went back home, leaving me alone. That... was scary. I really thought that the normal life I had was about to go up in smoke. But I think this will be nice; Jamie and I can talk about old times, and Jamie doesn't need to keep their hero stuff secret. Heck, we don't have to hide our powers around each other anymore! That'll be fun.
A few minutes after Jamie left, the doorbell rings. Did Jamie forget something? I hope they're not here to take my sword back, because I'm keeping it. I open the door and-
That's not Jamie.
Meanwhile, at Jamie's house...
"No, I'm not interested. I already have one and it works just fine," Jamie says to the salesman.
"I hear you, but please, let me just have a few minutes of your time to-"
Jamie slams the door and collapses on the couch with a sigh of relief; after three years of suspense, there were no more secrets between them and Sammy. Finally, they can put the past to rest, and look to the future.
They flip on the TV to relax with some-
"Breaking news, the super villain Rosepetal Bandit, thought to be retired, seems to have suddenly reappeared! Overgrown plants and explosions have been sighted near the targeted building, alongside a figure in the Bandit's costume laughing maniacally."
"God damn it Sammy!" Jamie runs to get their outfit, but the news continues.
"Their target is the headquarters of the popular 'Quick-Cooker Toaster Company'. There is currently no guess as to the Bandit's motives, but we are looking into it as we speak."
For a moment, Jamie considers letting this one slide. Just this one exception. But no, they need to be there in case people get hurt. Reluctantly, they continue to walk to the closet. "God damn it Sammy..."
I climb up into the attic, looking for it. It's dusty up here; haven't poked around here in years. Did I even leave it here? Shoot, I don't remember. It isn't downstairs, so let's check box number 1!
Nope, just my fake passports and IDs from back in the day. I should probably just throw these out. And in box number 2 is...
Oh hey, I was wondering where I put the rest of the money. I'll have to deal with that soon. Eventually. Third time's the charm, box number 3...
Ah, now that really brings back memories. My old costume from my days as the terrible Rosepetal Bandit! That was a blast. Often literally. A shame I lost my sword, though. But enough of that; those days are behind me now, and besides, this isn't what I was-
Oh there it is! On the ground next to the box sits a little rectangle, hard to identify in the dark. I grab it, and upon closer inspection, it is indeed my old copy of Supreme Clash Siblings for the Nontindo 63! Man, this series really went downhill after the 6th game. Glad I still have this!
I drop from the attic and close it back up, running to the TV. But just as I put the game in and grab a controller, my doorbell decides to interrupt me with a ring. I swear, if this is another fucking Quick-Cooker Toaster salesman, I might have to come out of retirement for one last job.
I open the door, and fortunately, it's a friend. "Oh hey Jamie. What's up?"
"Hi Sammy. Um, do you have a minute?" Jamie looks... troubled. What's more, they're carrying a long bag, like something used for golf clubs or whatever.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Oh, do you wanna play some Supreme Clash Siblings? I just found my old copy!" As I speak, Jamie starts messing with their bag. "I know you're more a fan of the newer games, but have you ever tried the original? It's pretty... good..."
My heart stops, as in Jamie's hands is a sword. Not of metal, but of grass, wilted brown with age. Jamie looks me dead in the eyes. "Is this yours?"
Shoot, shoot, SHOOT! This can't be happening! What do I do? Did they tell anyone? Are they even sure? Maybe I can lie- no, I already reacted to it, they know for sure now! "How... how did you know?"
"Lots of ways; your voice and physique, for one, and your story of earning your fortune by 'getting lucky at the stock market' wasn't very believable." Ah, shoot, I knew that was a flimsy excuse. "I did some investigation, and found your records from more than seven years ago are inconsistent."
No, no no no, no no no no no! Jamie steps past me, into my house. "Wh-Why are you doing this? Why are you here instead of the police, or a hero?" Jamie doesn't turn around. "You know I'm a villain, right? I could kill you right now, so why-"
Jamie reaches out their hand, and water begins to flow from my sink. It floats through the air before arriving in Jamie's hand, where it freezes into ice, holding the shape of a rose. Well dang, I guess they did bring a hero.
Five years I've known Jamie, and never once did I ever suspect that all this time, they were my nemesis... "The Water Warrior..."
"Why?" they ask.
"What? Why what? You- You don't just get to barge into my house after seven years and just ask 'why'! I haven't even done anything! I'm retired! If you're here to stop my latest evil scheme then I'll have to disappoint you, because-"
"I know. I've been suspicious of you for most of the time I've known you, and I've known your identity for three years now. I've been watching you, and I know you haven't done anything. My question is, why? Why, after all those years, all that crime and fighting, why did you just... stop? Why are you living a normal life now? What changed? Why did... why did you become a villain in the first place?"
"... You want to know my backstory? My motive? Well, I'd love to say that I was tortured, and I was out for revenge on the world. Or that I'm a life form beyond humanity, intent on ruling over this puny race. Or even that I just wanted wealth, and that crime was the easiest way to get it. That's how it's supposed to work. That's what makes a real villain.
"But I'm not a real villain. There's no reason why I did what I did. There are plenty of people with powers, just living normal lives. There's nothing special about me, I could've been like them. Heck, I'm like them now. Nothing's changed. I could've retired after my first robbery and I'd be in the exact same position now."
"So why?!" The Warrior tightens their grasp on the icy rose. "Why did you do it? Why did you do any of it then?!"
I sigh. "Because it was fun. The costumes, the tension, the theatrics... And the battles! Oh, those were amazing! And the reason I stopped? I got bored. Isn't that the lamest motivation ever? I mean, I bet your parents were killed by a super villain, or that a hero saved your life and it inspired you to become one, something cool like that! Or heck, maybe it was something I did, and you want revenge. Oh shit, did I kill your parents? I don't think I killed anyone but-"
"No, no, you didn't-" The Warrior sighs. "It all makes sense, I guess; how you'd strike random places on random days, with no pattern aside from never striking on a Saturday night."
"Yeah, there's this one channel that shows great movies every Saturday-"
"It doesn't matter anymore. Look, you're done, right? No more villainy?"
"... Yeah. I'm done. My villain days are over."
"Good. And for the record, I don't have a reason for being a hero; I saw people getting hurt, and I had the power to help them, so I did. There's no need for any special backstory or motivation, I just do what's right."
"And what's right is you ditching me last minute on game night for a 'family emergency'?"
"Yes; believe it or not, helping those in need is more important than game night. You could be a hero too; you'd be officially pardoned for your crimes, and you could still, um, have fun, while also helping people."
"Nope, sorry; like I said, I got bored of that whole deal. So, um, two questions. One, are you gonna try to arrest me now?"
"No. You always managed to escape capture before, and capturing you now wouldn't do any good anyways. Besides, imagine the message it would send; a villain retires, only to be hunted down and punished anyways. That would signal to other villains that there's no point in quitting, that they'll be villains for life. So no, you're not getting arrested."
"Okay good, cool, awesome. Followup question, do you wanna play some Supreme Clash Siblings?"
"... What?"
"Well, if I'm not fighting you, and you're not fighting me, why not, right?"
"You're... I'm your nemesis! We fought each other for years!"
"We've been friends for years, too. I mean, I hope we were..."
"I... I didn't become friends with you to investigate you; that came later. And I... I did still feel like we were friends, even after I discovered your identity. I had hoped you'd decided to turn over a new leaf-" I start giggling at the pun. Jamie clears their throat. "I had hoped you'd changed your ways, and I suppose you have, in a way..."
"So... Clash Siblings?"
"... Sure."
EPILOGUE
After a nice few hours of gaming, Jamie went back home, leaving me alone. That... was scary. I really thought that the normal life I had was about to go up in smoke. But I think this will be nice; Jamie and I can talk about old times, and Jamie doesn't need to keep their hero stuff secret. Heck, we don't have to hide our powers around each other anymore! That'll be fun.
A few minutes after Jamie left, the doorbell rings. Did Jamie forget something? I hope they're not here to take my sword back, because I'm keeping it. I open the door and-
That's not Jamie.
Meanwhile, at Jamie's house...
"No, I'm not interested. I already have one and it works just fine," Jamie says to the salesman.
"I hear you, but please, let me just have a few minutes of your time to-"
Jamie slams the door and collapses on the couch with a sigh of relief; after three years of suspense, there were no more secrets between them and Sammy. Finally, they can put the past to rest, and look to the future.
They flip on the TV to relax with some-
"Breaking news, the super villain Rosepetal Bandit, thought to be retired, seems to have suddenly reappeared! Overgrown plants and explosions have been sighted near the targeted building, alongside a figure in the Bandit's costume laughing maniacally."
"God damn it Sammy!" Jamie runs to get their outfit, but the news continues.
"Their target is the headquarters of the popular 'Quick-Cooker Toaster Company'. There is currently no guess as to the Bandit's motives, but we are looking into it as we speak."
For a moment, Jamie considers letting this one slide. Just this one exception. But no, they need to be there in case people get hurt. Reluctantly, they continue to walk to the closet. "God damn it Sammy..."
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