#monster supervillain

[starry-night-author]

Don't Run

(Prompt #21)

The snarls and wails could be heard distantly in the dark. A long low growl, before an utterly inhuman squeal and a thud. Then an almost ominous silence.

Hero, startled by the sound, jumped. "What was that?" They hissed, glancing around at their small group. "Why did they do that?"

"No idea," just the contours of Supervillain's form could be made out in the blackness of the night as they tilted their head. "It sounds like one of them was hurt."

"That's good, right?" Villain whispered from next to Hero. They had their hand on their shoulder, making sure they were alright. Trying to keep them calm.

"Maybe."

The little band of heroes and villains continued forward, keeping to the edges of the abandoned buildings and trying to stay out of the light. Here it was so dark that the group was entirely relying on Supervillain to guide them, following closely on their heels. Always on the lookout, hearts always thudding.

To Hero's mind, muddled with pain and the venom in their wound from an earlier attack, everything was especially terrifying. The sound of Superhero's breath behind them, the crunch of the gravel beneath their feet mad them jump. They were convinced it was another one of the monsters, coming to finish them off.

"How are you holding up?" Villain leaned over to whisper to them, their hand tightening around Hero's arm.

"I'm alive," Hero said, they knew their pain was evident in their voice. Their long wound running from their armpit down to their hip was bleeding again, the venom in the monster's claws making it reluctant to close. After they'd been attacked earlier that night, the rest of the group was trying to find a way to properly bandage it. If they didn't, Hero would bleed out by morning.

But for now Hero was alive and able to walk, so they kept moving with the others. Following Supervillain through the deserted town, trying to find a safe haven.

"Good," Hero replied. "Stay that way."

The group of four had been stranded in the deserted town earlier that day, traveling from one of the bigger safe cities to the other. Their brakes had stopped working as soon as they pulled into the town, and they'd been forced to stop. Ignorant to the danger in the daylight, they'd gone searching for anything that could help get them out of there.

It was when the sun had set that the monsters arrived, and now all the four of them could focus on was surviving.

They neared a flickering street lamp, trying to keep out of it's wide beam of light. Supervillain hesitated, squinting into the solid darkness around them.

The rest of them drew up short behind them, Hero jumped when they felt Superhero's hand on their shoulder. "What is it?"

"I'm trying to remember where we left the car," Supervillain pointed at a nondescript piece of blackness. "It was there, wasn't it?"

Superhero squinted, their hand slipping from Hero's shoulder as they moved to look. "I think so? But it's hard to start and the brakes don't work, I don't think-"

"It'll still be safer than being out in the open." Supervillain glanced back at them, eyes flashing yellow in the dark. Their gaze momentarily alighted on Hero, and the crime-stopper stiffened. "And we need to hide Hero. The smell from their wound is going to attract every monster in this town, it's a wonder we haven't been found yet."

Superhero put an hand on Supervillain's arm. "And... you'll be alright?"

Supervillain took a deep breath, their eyes closing. "I'll be fine."

To Hero, something in their voice had them shaking again. They took a step back, trying to put some distance between them and Supervillain.

The villain spoke again. "Here's what we'll do. Superhero and Villain, you two go see if you can get the car, come back and get us once you do. I'll stay here with Hero-"

"I don't trust you alone with them." Villain cut in immediately.

Superhero folded their arms. "Me either."

Neither did Hero.

Supervillain took another deep breath, and this time they backed away from Hero. "It'll be fine." They said again. "But we need some people to go and get the car, people who can run. And Hero can't right now. Besides, there's too many lampposts here, we can't risk one switching on and letting the monsters see them."

"So I'll stay back with them!" Villain moved to stand next to Hero.

"No," Supervillain shook their head. "Like I said, the monsters are going to be drawn to their blood, and if we split, Hero needs someone with them who can fight the monsters properly."

"Superhero-"

"Superhero can't fight them like I can." Supervillain's voice was suddenly louder, more stern. They took a third deep breath and continued. "I'll just be here to keep them safe, and it will be fine if you hurry. If- if things start to get out of control we can start moving toward you two."

"You're sure?" Superhero asked.

"Are you okay with that?" Villain took Hero's hand.

No, Hero was not, but Supervillain was right. This was the plan that would work. They nodded minutely. "Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. Just... hurry."

With a few last worried glances, Superhero and Villain stole into the dark, leaving Hero and Supervillain alone, standing about two yards away. Neither of them tried to get closer.

"Can you... can you tell me if it's too much?" Hero whispered.

Supervillain nodded, scanning the darkness around them. They seemed intent on looking anywhere but at Hero. "Of course. But it won't be."

Hero didn't answer.

The reason Hero found this so terrifying was because Supervillain wasn't entirely... human. Sure, they looked and sounded like one, but the group had learned the truth only earlier that day, once the sun had set.

Supervillain, somehow, was part monster. And while it explained the superhuman abilities the villain seemed to have, it still came as a shock to the group. Hero had spent several years trying to capture Supervillain in their own city, and this explained why they never could.

It was why Supervillain was now in charge of the group, their semi-night vision giving them the ability to lead them. It was why Supervillain knew how the monsters thought, knew where to avoid them. It was why they were the only one who could properly fight the monsters back, their own retractable and venomous claws and fangs working as weapons in the weak spots that only Supervillain knew about. It was frankly why any of them had survived this long.

And it was why it was a terrible idea to leave them alone with Hero, who's openly bleeding wound leeched an apparently delectable smell of blood and venom into the air.

It was a terrible idea, but so far the best one they had.

In Hero's poison-addled mind, every movement Supervillain made was the beginnings of an attack. Shifting their weight from one side to another as they watched the darkness, turning their head to squint into the night. Batting at a fly near their ear- did Hero see their claws out? Turning to stare at the lamppost- were they facing away from Hero to convince them to let their guard down?

And did they keep breathing deeply to keep themself under control or to let themself taste the smell of Hero's wound?

Hero knew Supervillain wouldn't want to attack them, but would that really matter? They'd be dead whether Supervillain wanted to or not. Supervillain had told them about the possibility of them losing control as soon as they had Hero's wound patched up as best they could, and had spent the rest of the night trying to stay away from them. They'd been open and honest, and some part of Hero appreciated that.

But again, in the end if they did attack Hero now, what would that matter?

Hero severely hoped that Supervillain was looking out for monsters, because in the moment, all they could focus on was the monster standing right in front of them, hand on their hip.

"Hero," Supervillain said suddenly, minutes after the others had disappeared. Minutes that each felt like several hours.

"Y-yeah?"

The villain's voice came out as a growl. "Don't run."

"W-why? Is there-"

Supervillain turned around suddenly, and Hero instantly knew something was wrong. "Don't run," they said softly, and Hero took a step back. "Because then I'll have to catch you."

Hero very slowly backed away, their good arm out to protect them. "Don't run because that will make it easier for you?"

"No," Supervillain stood stiff, they looked like they were forcing themself to close their eyes. They breathed deeply once more. "I'll- I'll be less inclined to hurt you if you run."

Supervillain clearly wasn't doing well, so it left it to Hero, the poisoned one, to be the voice of reason. "Should- should we move towards Superhero and Villain?"

"Yes, that would be-" Supervillain took a step towards them, stopped, let out a breath. "Let's go."

The two set off in the dark, keeping a healthy gap of nearly three yards between them. Far enough that Hero could still see them, but they'd have a chance if Supervillain lunged suddenly.

Now Hero really kept an eye on them, taking into account every little bit of body language they could make out in the darkness. Supervillain was still intently not looking at them, and Hero could see their fingers clenching and unclenching.

All their fear and watching was for nothing however, because the froze the moment Supervillain looked at them. The villain whirled on them, eyes flashing, and suddenly Hero couldn't move.

Caught like a deer in headlights they could only watch, stiff and trembling as Supervillain approached. This was wrong, this was awful, they should do something to snap Supervillain out of it, but there was nothing they could do but watch.

Supervillain slowly closed the gap between them, eyeing Hero like the delicious prey they were. They licked their teeth, showing off a set of fangs that seemed to shine in the darkness. Their gaze never left Hero.

"Supervillain," Hero managed to squeak as the monster came to stand in front of them. Still unable to move out of fear, they gasped as they felt Supervillain's hand rest on their shoulder.

Supervillain didn't respond, Hero knew they weren't entirely... there. They closed their eyes as they felt claws against their neck, their breath hitching as they just stood there and took it.

Suddenly there was another hand on their chest, sliding downward until rested just above their heart. Sharp claws pricked into their shirt, and Hero whimpered.

Even as they did so the hand on their neck tilted their head further to the side, the claw on their thumb digging into their skin. Hero gasped, eyes flying open at the pain. It hadn't quite pierced through their skin, but it was close.

Head turned to the side, they could just see out of the corner of their eye Supervillain's head slowly lowering towards their neck, fangs bared. A low growl started in their voice.

Was Hero really going to die here? In this tiny town in the middle of nowhere where they'd simply stopped for repairs? They'd be torn apart by Supervillain, the monster unable to control themself?

Hero didn't want to die here. But by now there wasn't much they could do to stop it.

They felt the brush of fangs against their neck, digging in in a way that almost felt gentle. Hero knew it wouldn't be gentle for long, and they squeezed their eyes shut, their tears forming as they shuddered at the touch.

"Supervillain."

Hero jumped, startled by the voice that sounded in front of them. Their eyes flew open and a wave of relief flowed through them as they spotted Superhero standing a few feet away. They wouldn't let Supervillain kill them, Hero would be okay.

"Supervillain," Superhero's voice was stern, commanding. "Supervillain, back up."

That seemed to snap the villain out of their trance, they suddenly straightened. Hero let out a relieved breath as Supervillain quickly backed away from them, head down.

"I'm so sorry, Hero."

Hero didn't have time to answer as Superhero rushed to them, holding the side of their face, checking them over for injuries. "Are you alright? They didn't hurt you anywhere?"

Hero shook their head. "N-no, I-I don't think so."

Superhero spotted the little nick on their neck, squinting close in the dark. "I don't think they got through your skin here," they assured them. "There's nowhere else you think they did?"

Hero shook their head.

There suddenly came a low snarl from Supervillain, and the two heroes jumped, glancing up to face them. They hadn't already lost control again, had they?

But Supervillain wasn't looking at them, they were glowering at something in the night surrounding them, turned away from the heroes. They bared their fangs, their body in a low defensive stance.

And to the utter mounting terror of Hero and Superhero, there came an answering deep snarl from somewhere in the dark.

"S-Supervillain," Superhero pressed Hero to stand behind them, putting themself between Hero and the unseen monster. "What should we do?"

"Don't run," Supervillain told them. "You take Hero back to Villain, or at least just get out of here."

"W-what about you?" Hero stammered as Superhero began pushing them away from the monster.

"I'll be fine, I'll deal with this and then come find you. Now go!"

The last thing Hero saw was Supervillain leaping into the blackness, and a shadowy dark figure rising to meet them, before Superhero was pulling them away into the night.

[promptspa]

Random prompt #71 TW: snakes

"...What was that?" Hero murmured, eyeing the rustling leaves as whatever-it-was slithered back into the overgrown part of the property. Villain shrugged, merely continuing to walk. "Probably a snake," They answered dully, and stumbled when Hero suddenly rushed forward and clung to their arm. "Hey- What the hell has gotten into you?" "I'm terrified of snakes!" The hero quickly explained, eyes still glued to the large trees and bushes that basically made up a small jungle in the villains' agency's backyard. "They're creepy!" "Well, you're going to hate Supervillain," The criminal laughed, shaking their head in disbelief. One of the most famous heroes in the city, afraid of some small danger noodles? They could imagine Hero fainting when they saw their boss, who's a bit more... monstrous and especially snake-like than the rest of their team. Hero turned their head to look back at Villain, their brow furrowed in confusion and fear still held in their eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You'll see~," Villain coos, completely aware of the huge half-snake creature hiding within the shrubbery nearby. It was a shame the master criminal was so nervous about introducing themself to Hero, instead choosing to admire them from afar.

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Villain made Supervillain Mad!

Villain and Henchman are not quite sure what to do…

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Fuck! Yup, that sums it up about right. Villain and Henchman were running for their lives, the base was in shambles, the Villain’s goons were frantically fleeing to all side as Supervillain wrecked everything in their path.

Henchman did everything they could to keep up with Villain as things went flying all around them. Why! Why did Villain have to piss off one of the most dangerous Villains in the hole city?!

“Henchman! What do we do?!” Villain bellowed while jolting between the fallen debris. “What do you mean what do we do?” Henchman barked back, “this was your idea! Why did you think it was a good idea to steal from Supervillain?!”

They reach what seemed like a dead end, but Villain tossed themselves at the wall, using their super strength to break through it, before falling over on the outside. Henchman came out right after them, stumbling and falling on top of Villain.

There was a loud bang coming from further into the base as the warehouse was reduced to crumbles, “Villain! If I ever see your face again, I’ll be sure to make you suffer!!!” Supervillain roared before they flew away.

As the dust settle, leaving everything eerily quiet, Villain’s head popped out from under Henchman’s body. “Well, that could have gone better!” Villain muttered in a panicked smile. “Henchman, what do I do now?”

Henchman looked down at Villain, seeing the terror hidden in their eyes. “We’ll get the fuck out of this city!” they ordered.

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[soarrenbluejay]

Supervillains for a community. (Well, except those jerks over in Gotham, insular lot, but they’re they’re one problem) Of course they do- supervillains are a group defined by strong opinions and a willingness to see them through, often with a healthy dash of societal failures and trauma as a catalyst.

The fentons, while not active even on the online message boards, are well known and explosive when they do show up, full of fascinating insights and hours long rants on mad science on hair pin turns courtesy of that ADHD attention span. Bit of the cryptids you feel honored to bump into kind of deal. Besides, like a good quarter of the community as it aged, they’d settled down and had kids (not necessarily in that order) and taken it very seriously! Out in the middle of nowhere, where even the most fearsome government outpost members, the local branch of the IRS, quake before them in fear. Out of the way.

Reveal gone okay-ish, Danny moves to Gotham still to get some air bc now things are Akward and he landed that engineering scholarship which is loads better than any other college would give him with his track record. So- the mysterious Fenton children are finally crawling out of hiding! Everyone is psyched! And roll in to Gotham en masse to witness the fireworks!

Except Danny is Determined To Be Normal. He’s had enough of the throwing himself into harms way shit for a lifetime- he wants to be free to peacefully built Rube Goldberg machines and unintentional increasingly complex bombs to his hearts content. JAZZ, on the other hand- the coveted token Normal One, has finally snapped! She’s watched her baby brother she practically raised throw himself into danger over and over and could do nothing, and now that she’s exposed to this whole network of superheroes outside of small town Amnity, some of those uglier emotions are coming out. And boy is she pissed! And can’t afford to show it much while filing the paperwork to have Arkham legally razed to the ground!

See I love this idea of like, niches in superhero society. A villain the heroes know they can plop their kiddo down with for an exciting afternoon brawl while they take care of a particularly grisly case and come back to a few hours later ranting about some new life lesson and a new move they really want to try. A villain who has a functioning moral compass despite their somewhat batshit long term goal and you can contact to fuck with another villains’s plan so they can laugh at them and you can have an easy afternoon. One who pries up hostile architecture and fills in pot holes, idk man. Get creative here, there’s such potential!

So Jazz becomes a Training villain- someone the heroes know their sidekicks will walk away from in a fight 100% of the time, usually with some new lesson to ponder and only a couple of bruises. Sometimes even snacks!

She also absolutely ambushes mentors to check that they’re worth the kiddo, which they appreciate once they get over being jumped in a dark alley by a 7 foot Amazon trained force of nature. They are not used to being on that side of the jumping, it’s a little unnerving.

(Yes, she low key adopts Shazam upon checking in with him on cursory ‘is the main hero of this city and asshole’ checkin. Yes, the super clones get yoinked out from under Superman’s negligent thumb to go have a blast with Ellie. What about it?)

This however only encourages more assorted weirdos to crawl out of the woodwork. It’s not often one of their own forfeits their potential spot for the running of the coveted Most Normal I Swear prize, but when they do it’s bound to be good! But jazz is off hounding various heroes and punching the faces in of pedophiles and shit whenever there’s no cape within easy reach, and so is a mite bit harder to contact than Danny, who has innocently gotten an apprenticeship under a clockworker for access to their workshop and is gleefully going about doing nerdy shit with great abandon.

Plus this is Gotham. No one gives a shit if someone in the Mad Alchemist uniform and still smoking from their latest experiment pokes their head in a window to bother the local shrimp teen- none of the usual social rules apply, everyone’s crazy here! So everyone drops any and all attempts at masking and just acts their genuine unhinged selves, much to the alarm of the Bats and frustration of Danny.

Bc he cannot get these mfers to go. Away. Even liberal use of the creep stick has little effect when the interloper is calibrated for an opponent with super speed or laser vision or whatever, and he’s trying to maintain his guise as a Normal College Student Do No Investigate.

So he calls in the big guns. He’s not super active in the supervillain kids group chat ever since things in amnity calmed the fuck down post becoming King and then immediately using a loophole that says he will not take the throne until he is grown, as defined by finishing learning his trade a la the medieval standards Pariah set up. So he can just take his sweet ass time with his graduate degree and out of inter dimensional bull shit that much longer! Point is, he hasn’t taken the chance to rant over there in a while, so his Crazy friends are getting a lil worried.

The change to come over and shout at their batshit crazy but (mostly) well meaning parent AND see Danny? Score!

The bats, however, are getting awfully suspicious about this one kid that villains from all over the country are flocking to, especially young and upcoming ones as of recently! And he’s acting his engineering course- all the worst rogues are known to have flown through their PhD studies prior to Cracking. They seem to have a real problem on their hands with this Fenton guy.

[rivalriotrenegade]

writing prompt #1

Super villain loses control of himself and his powers and his henchmen risk their lives to protect his civilian s/o from him.

[dimirage]

another commission

[ladyblueberrymuffin]

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you my most popular OC, THE BUFF SNEK LADY

[kokonoko84]

Good citizens beware, for in dark corners of Gotham there lurks an accursed figure, scythe in hand. Fear radiates from his body, striking terror into the hearts of even the most stalwart. His true identity remains a mystery, but to those that manage to escape his clutches, he is known simply as the Scarecrow.

[dr-borpo]

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything Sims related, so I’m gonna go a little nuts the next few weeks with new stuff. Without further ado...introducing,

THE BOOGER PATROL

This is a supervillain group that I got the urge to create roughly a week ago. Based on the Saturday-morning-cartoon, hyper-saturated, slime-soaked monsters of the 80s and 90s, notably Toxic Crusaders and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles--The Booger Patrol live up to their predecessors when it comes to over-the-top, goopy, maniacal, and flamboyant-to-an-annoying-degree degeneracy.

Originally all human, the members of the Booger Patrol have evolved past toxic waste poisoning and fully embraced the mutations brought on from radiation. Coupled with the scientific endeavors of their leader, Doctor Dripz, the team has given themselves meta-human powers and physical invulnerability that makes them a massive nuisance for any vigilante team.

Downloads and CC credits on separate post.

[thepenultimateword]

Hello! I would like to request something!

Supervillain/villain x thief. Just something I've been enjoying lately. Nothing specific i would like you to write with it though, feel free to write whatever you want (if you want to write it ofc, don't feel forced to write anything if you don't want to!)

Have a nice day!

CW: blood, a couple dead animals (not explicitly described)

Most people didn't come this far up the mountain. They had the good sense to heed the laws and leave the restricted area at the top alone. And if they didn't care for laws, like the thief didn't, they at least had the preservation skills to avoid the city's most legendary monster.

Yes, the thief was probably being stupid, but they'd been doing stupid things for so long, their preservation instincts had been filed down smooth and harmless. Not great at avoiding trouble and not great at getting out of it either, a double whammy for someone in their line of work. But even if they never knew when to stop or when to run, at least they were pretty good at getting a job done.

The thick wall of thorns and brambles appeared out of the mist in front of them. That meant the prison was just on the other side.

They unshouldered one strap of their pack, flipped it around, and relooped it so the bag lay against their chest. Then they dropped to their belly and began wriggling through the well-worn gap beneath the underbrush. Their pack scraped the earth, staining the orange canvas a ashen brown and slowing them to a crawl, but at least they avoided getting tangled in the branches overhead. The old scars littering their arms spoke of days when the path had not been so deep, flat earth instead of a deep furrow, but today, the blood-thirsty prickles did not even steal a drop.

When they scrambled out the other side the bars were right there, thick, cold iron built straight into the mountainside.

The thief knelt on the ground and peered squinting into the thick darkness. "Hello?" Without waiting for an answer, they dropped their pack to the earth with a poof of barren dust and began unpacking the contents into a small pile in front of them. "Anyone awake in there?"

Long, pale fingers slowly emerged from the shadows and wrapped around the cruel iron. Moments later, a matching long, pale face joined them.

"Hello, little raven. Miss me so soon?”

The supervillain’s eyes sunk dark and sharp in their sockets, like a couple pieces of whetted obsidian, only made darker from thick shadows gathered beneath. It had only been a couple weeks since their last visit, but the thief couldn’t tear their eyes away from the drastic change in weight and energy.

“Are you sick?” Somehow the thief’s fingers had found their way to the supervillain’s, and now they rested gently overtop their knuckles on the bars. There was that reckless stupidity again. They shouldn’t touch a person who could suck the soul from any living thing on contact, but…they did have that power suppressor firmly locked around their throat, and the supervillain’a skin was so cold it might as well be ice itself… It should be fine.

“Just a little under the weather,” the Supervillain said, allowing the thief’s hands to warm them. “It will pass.”

“Can’t you tell someone?”

The supervillain chucked emptily. “Who? There are no guards. No caretakers. No cooks. I am alone here.”

“But…the heroes can’t just abandon their prisoners.”

Supervillain shrugged, slumping against their bars a little. “They built me a pit, threw me in, and never looked back.”

“How do you live?”

All this time they had assumed that the villain was being taken care of. Maybe not living a life of luxury,—this was a prison—but at least with a couple square meals a day and pair of steady eyes on them in case anything happened. That was always how the media made it sound when they mentioned the supervillain’s confinement. A state of the art, highly guarded penitentiary, that would keep supervillain out of trouble for the rest of their life.

The thief cringed inwardly. They could have been bringing more useful things. Meals, medicine, water.

“The things you bring are more than enough, little raven,” Supervillain said as if reading their mind. “I have a surplus of souls to sustain me. I won’t require physical food to keep my alive for at least a decade.”

And yet they were sick.

“I can go back down and find better things.”

The supervillain shook their head, hands rotating flat so that they no longer gripped the iron and only the thief's slender hands. “I already told you I’m fine. Show me what you brought.”

The thief hesitated but nodded, plucking up a jewel-encrusted hairpin from the pile. "I have this pure gold pin embedded with emeralds, then I got this--"

"Not like that. Tell it like a story." The supervillain settled down on their side, head rested on one outstretched arm while their eyes continued to watch the thief's movements. The thief could almost imagine they weren't sitting on two opposite sides of a prison wall, one of them practically immortal and the reaper of hundreds of human souls. Maybe they could just be two people, sort of fond of each other, out camping and telling tales.

"Alright," the thief said. "So there I was, standing in the middle of the auction house with 2 hours of sleep and a secondhand outfit covered in sequins, looking good, feeling cute. That is until Miss 'Catherine Troughy' comes up and starts having an absolute fit that my clothes are too distracting, and that they clash with her dress and its tacky silver rhinestones. I'm just trying to get into the back and do my thing, but she just won't let it alone. Soon security is coming over, the host is coming over, and my invitation is being scrutinized--seriously, under a magnifying glass, and..."

They trailed a little as the supervillain's mouth tugged into a small smile, but before the pause could grow large enough to become noticeable, they leaped back into descriptions of their invitation, the tension of waiting if it would be revealed a fake, the relief at it being passed, the way they avoided this annoying woman the entire night and eventually shoved her off the stage when she caught them stealing the pin, an ancient artifact from a past king.

They reached past the bars and tucked it into the supervillain's long, untidy hair before launching into a new story about the mayor's unlocked backdoor and now missing feather pillow—it should be much more comfortable than whatever the supervillain was using now.

Not all of the stories were very exciting, but the supervillain shared just as much interest in big heists as they did in shoplifting. They asked for details about mundane things like train rides and weather and didn't seem to mind whether something ended smoothly or in chaos.

The thief liked sharing these experiences fully with someone else, almost as if they had a friend along with them the whole time, but they liked sharing the spoils even more: a diamond ring, a silk shawl, a new pair of clothes, a box of fancy, velvet cream chocolates, a tin of mints, a crochet hook and a ball of yarn, and a romance novel that supervillain allowed them to read out loud. However, by the end of chapter one, the supervillain's eyes were drooped closed, and their shoulders trembled with chills.

"I'm going to make you some soup," the thief said determinedly, clambering to their feet and brusquely wiping the knees of their pants. "I'll be back in a couple hours."

The supervillain's eyes flickered open. "You know if you really want to help. I know the ingredients for a revitalizing potion, perhaps you could gather the ingredients and brew it for me?"

"But...I don't have powers."

"Don't need them." The supervillain's eyes drooped back down, but they continued talking. "A potion makes its own magic based on its recipe. The right blend makes the right result. But if you're uncomfortable, soup would be just as well."

The thief didn't know about that. Soup did not seem like anything compared to a magical revitalizing potion. And with the supervillain suffering so much...

"What do you need?"

One eye winked back open. "It's quite a long recipe."

"I have time!"

"And some of the ingredients are somewhat...unusual."

"I have a good eye for unusual."

The supervillain paused but then nodded. "Alright, it goes like this. Three sprigs of lavender, two sprigs of thyme, three withered mints leaves, the wings of a lunar moth that have never yet flown, a thorn stained with i's first blood, the claw of a predator, the tooth of it's prey, and a few beams of moonlight shining over the surface while it boils. It must be served scalding."

That was... interesting. But certainly not impossible.

"And you'll feel better once you have it?" the thief said.

"Yes," the supervillain confirmed. "I'll be...just like new."

***

It took the greater part of the night to find everything on the supervillain's list, and much of it wasn't very pleasant. Luckily, a walk down the side of the highway found them the claw of a predator they didn't have to grapple with--a poor coyote that had ended up on the wrong side of a car--but they were not quite so lucky when it came to prey. They were just glad they had gloves with them because they would have suffered a lot more serious bites getting that squirrel's tooth if they went barehanded. They felt a little awful scaring the little guy, but all they had to do was think of the supervillain shivering in their prison and they were consoled.

The lunar moth took hours, mostly because they had to find a barely hatching cocoon, not an already flying insect. Luckily, that they were in the right season for that sort of thing.

By the time they had everything they needed, the moon was high in the sky, and the thief had to walk very slowly to get up the mountain slope without misstepping and taking a deadly tumble down. As they passed through the bramble and thorn thickets, they chose one thorn from the very center, most unlikely to have pricked something before, and cut it with the blade of their pocket knife. Then they sunk it into the pad of their finger. They bit their lip not to cry out and then a second time when they pulled it out again. Despite the blanket of darkness draped overhead and tucked in on all sides, they barely picked out the bloodstain from the night.

"I'm back," the thief called to the vacant opening, sucking their sore finger as they laid out the ingredients and started setting up a spot for a fire.

"That wasn't so long."

The supervillain suddenly appearing out of the dark, leaning their shoulder against the bars.

“Ha!” Thief scoffed. “I’ve given up completely on heists that took shorter. You’re lucky we’re…er…friends.”

They wished that last part didn’t sound so much like a question, but at the same time they didn’t want to say it confidently either in the eventuality that wasn’t the case.

“Ah, perhaps I should say, it didn’t take so long as I’m used to.”

“Did you use this potion often?”

“Mmm, no. Only once. But I’ve met people who have.”

“You must have a really strong immune system then. If I had a sickness curing potion, I think I’d use it all the time, even if it does have like…teeth and blood and things in it… Are you sure this is safe?”

“Absolutely.” Their voice dragged a little now, almost like supervillain had to force each letter to make a sound.

The thief threw several leaves onto the baby flame and whipped out their thermos from their pack to begin adding each ingredient to what was left of their water.

A few minutes and a few moonbeams later, and the water had become a bubbling, silver goop giving off its own lunar light.

“It’s done,” the supervillain said, some of their energy returning to them as they reached through the bars. “Give it to me.”

“Are you sure it’s not going to burn y—“

“Give it to me!”

The thief leaped a little in their seat. The supervillain had never risen their voice at them before. Not even when they first met, and they wanted nothing to do with a powerless thing like them.

The thief held out the thermos numbly, only managing a whispered and shaky, “be careful,” before the supervillain took the hot metal in their bare hands and down the simmering ooze in two rapid gulps.

They shrieked, violently throwing the thermos away from themself and denting it on the cavern wall with a sharp, resounding clang.

“Supervillain?” the thief cried, gripping the bars.

The criminal clutched at their chest, clawing at their clothes and skin as if they wanted rip both completely off.

“Did I mess up? How do I fix it? Supervillain talk to me!”

The supervillain dropped to their knees, catching themselves on their hands and leaning their forehead against the cold ground. Sharp growls quickly faded into soft whimpers and then nothing at all.

The thief strained through one of the gaps in the bars, hesitating only a moment before they gently pushed the supervillain’s curtain of hair from their face.

The supervillain’s obsidian eyes went pale.

The thief lurched back, scrambling back on their hands several feet away and staring dumb as the supervillain careened to their feet and stretched out their hands.

Their eyes flashed, actually gave off real light, and the bars disintegrated into white ash. Their power suppressor seemed to decide to follow the bars in their fate, because half a second later, pale flakes were fluttering to the supervillain’s shawled shoulders.

The supervillain stepped past the threshold and took a long deep breath. “Ahh. I swear freedom has a smell.”

They’re eyes flicked to the thief. They grinned, stepping forward.

“I…I…” the thief retreated against the brambles, the barbs tangling in their hair and stabbing bloody pinpricks across the backs of their hands. “Please.”

They didn’t even know what they were saying. They just didn’t…they didn’t want want to die. Was Supervillain going to kill them?

The monster stood directly over them now, those awful eyes, ghostly, cold, and otherworldly, seeming to pierce straight though their soul and into their innermost thoughts. In one fell swoop, their long arms wrapped around them and scooped them up against their chest. A few locks of hair stayed behind with the brambles, but the supervillain didn’t seem to notice their yelp.

“Come, my raven.” They stroked the thief’s cheek with the crook of their finger. “We have a city to greet.”

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I didn’t edit this at all, so I’m sorry if it’s a mess, I will go back later, I’m just ready smash that post button now

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So, I want to put this out there:

While I don't think it's that likely to have Raz to become a supervillain on his own, especially post PN2, unless it's something really goofy(I do have a Harmless Villain AU with Raz being A Pest, and a swap AU with Oleander, but the latter is mostly following the Brain Tank thing due to psitanium fulled delusions after several years of trauma and body image issues)

On the other hand, I can very much see Lili going villain, especially if she never met Raz, due to her resentment of the Psychonauts.

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Thought I'd try this!!!! It's gonna be a fun collection of mostly hero x villain whump. :3 I'll probably try to keep them shorter than my prompts, but let's see.

June of Doom Day #1

"You don't want to do that." | Locked Door | Fear |

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There was a pounding on the door, the screams of fear. Despite the slight possibility that Hero might be able to actually break the door down, Supervillain grinned.

They finally had Hero in their clutches, and subjected to the tortures of one of their worst fears.

The hero was claustrophobic, and Supervillain had locked them in one of the smallest closets in their lair. Only a few minutes had reduced them to crying and clawing at the door, Supervillain was delighted to see what would happen after a few hours.

However, as they stood there, they became aware of a cold air against their back. They scowled, glancing backwards. "Villain, what have I said about turning on the AC-"

But they broke off quickly.

The room around them was dark, too dark. The light was on above them, but it was too dim, somehow. Shadows leeched into the room, crawling across the floor and collecting in a place a few feet behind Supervillain.

Confused, Supervillain turned to face the hazy patch of darkness. "Um... what is going on? Villain, you'd better not be-"

They broke off as the darkness came to have more shape, it rose up tall, tall, taller. At last it stopped as its top nearly touched the ceiling, and Supervillain took a shaky step back. "What-"

A tendril shot out from the darkness, wrapping around Supervillain in an instant and lifting them off their feet. Supervillain screamed as they were dragged towards the top of the darkness, where they were halted just in front of it. Their feet dangled about three feet in the air.

As they watched, a pair of dark purple eyes opened in the head of the darkness. Supervillain yelped, flinching back.

From the closet, Hero had gone silent.

A wide mouth opened in the darkness, hardly visible except for the shining teeth that suddenly came into view. Supervillain watched, eyes wide, heart pounding, as the sharp fangs slowly revealed themself, and the monster smiled.

"You don't want to do that," the monster whispered. It's breath stirred Supervillain's hair. "You don't want to touch them while I'm around."

Supervillain swallowed.

"But because you did," the monster drew Supervillain closer and they whimpered, struggling. "I'm going to make you pay."

The monster dove down upon them, and Supervillain only got time for one last scream.

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Can you continue prompt 71??? It’s my favorite so far!!

Request #6 - Part 1

Hero glared at Villain, dropping their arm and crossing their own across their chest, moving backwards. "This is so unfair! Why won't you just tell me?" They questioned, still moving backwards until they felt a leave of a fern brush their back.

No answer came from Villain besides a low chuckle and shake of their head, moving to adjust a detail on their outfit. Previous fear and shock abandoned, the hero threw up their arms in dramatic exasperation, taking another step backwards as they prepared a snappy comment.

And their foot hit something and they were suddenly toppling backwards into the overgrowth.

The cause of their fall moved and Hero scrambled to prop themself up using their hands, blinking rapidly as they tried to decipher what was in front of them. A human face with rather pretty reptilian eyes, a human torso and arms littered with scales in multiple shades of green and a bottom half of a huge snake. The hero froze as they locked gazes with whatever the thing was, their heart stopping for a moment before beating rapidly in their chest.

Supervillain stayed still for a moment, assessing Hero's face, which was getting worriedly paler by the second. Slowly, they slithered forward at a slow pace until they were in reach to cup the other's face in a scaled hand, gently tilting their head to check for any wounds. They took a rather nasty fall, after all.

The half-snake criminal let out a startled, worried hiss as Hero suddenly fell forward, their eyelids slipping shut quickly. Had they just passed out? Out of fear?

Supervillain tensed their shoulders, a bit upset with themself that they hadn't even spoken a single word yet scared them half to death. A bellowing laugh sounded from outside the overgrown plants and the master criminal curled their lip in a show of long fangs. Carefully, they moved Hero into their arms before slithering out.

Maybe it was best for Villain to introduce them to Hero when they woke up.

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every time i think i know what worm is about i see a post like "did [character ive never heard of] effectively utilize girl power when she [horrific human rights violation]?" and I have to try to figure out how tf that fits into anything

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Lucky Number 13 | Part 6

CW: blood, wounds, torture, dehumanization.

I swear I wanted to get this done sooner.

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As the sound of a familiar ringtone filled the room, Servant groaned and slapped their hand onto the bright screen of their phone, managing to turn it off.

They sighed and heaved up into a sitting position. "Time to stress over the party some more..."

The servant crawled out of bed and breezed through their morning routine. Grabbing some clean clothes, they headed for the showers, and within a few minutes, they stood under the cool water.

Servant made quick work of cleaning themself up and getting dressed afterward. A glance in the mirror confirmed that they were ready, so they went on their way to grab a quick snack.

The communal kitchen was empty as always this early in the morning. The servant eyed a basket of fruit and snatched two decently sized apples before leaning against the counter.

Servant munched on their food with satisfying crunches as their eyes absentmindedly moved across the room. They looked at each cupboard and shelf, noting that some could use a bit of dusting. Utensils, both metal and wooden, hung on a nearby wall, and off in the corner was an absurdly tiny trashcan that was broken in half-

"Huh?" - they did a double-take, finally noticing all the garbage and bits of plastic from the broken bin littering the ground. Servant swallowed the last bite of their apple and threw it into the normal-sized trashcan hidden under the sink.

They honestly didn't know why there were two trashcans here in the first place, but alas, they walked over to inspect the mess. Bits of smelly leftovers were staining the floor, and Servant wasn't sure how they hadn't noticed this sooner.

Some kind of orange liquid had also spilled, formed a pool around the trash, and dried up in the presumed hours it had been sitting there. But there was also something odd about it. As the servant looked closer, they noticed a vague pattern in there, one that looked suspiciously... like a dog's pawprints.

"Eughr?!" And as if to reward them for their outstanding detective skills, the universe provided Servant with the culprit. They quickly turned towards the noise, finding a startled puppy standing in the doorway.

Although, 'puppy' was a generous way to describe it. The thing easily reached the human's waist, but the servant also recognized it enough to know it wasn't fully grown.

It was one of Supervillain's hounds.

The two silently stared at each other for a few seconds, wide-eyed, and Servant caught sight of something sitting in the dog's mouth as well as the faint stains covering its dark gray coat.

The hounds were vigorously trained and only attacked on command. This one was also very young so...

"What is that? What do you have in your mouth?" The servant questioned with a furrow of their brows. And as if understanding them perfectly, the puppy bounced into action and began sprinting down the hallway.

"Oh, no, you don't!" - Servant ran after the dog, work be damned, they had bigger problems on their hands now.

The puppy was annoyingly fast, more so than the average mut, as it swerved corner after corner until making its way up the staircase that led to the ground floor of the lair.

The servant was relieved that the animal was cornered - stopped by the door at the top - but then the damned thing opened the door! It slipped through the crack it made and continued its escape just as Servant reached the door and threw it open.

They barely saw the dog's tail disappear around the corner before continuing the futile chase like a god damned idiot. Their footsteps thundered against the carpet as they tried to find the animal again.

A few guards were kind amused enough to point them in the right direction, and soon, the servant came to quite the scene. They had to lean against the wall and catch their breath as they observed.

A group of guards had enough brains to fill the hallway and block the young hound, though the puppy didn't seem too thrilled with their attempts at catching it.

The dog was baring its teeth, its growl deep and echoey as it stared down the humans. Its fur had started to move, almost as if floating deep underwater.

"N-Now, now... Good dog..." - one of the guards tried to placate the animal, holding out their hands while looking for an opening to lunge and grab it.

Servant, however, didn't have the patience or fucks for this. After having to run around and make a fool of themself, they were ready to just get this done. And now that they had caught their breath, they could do just that.

With a final deep inhale, the servant sprinted at the distracted dog full force. The hound's ears twitched, and it turned around to face them but was too late. Servant committed and jumped on top of it, throwing them both to the ground.

The dog yipped in surprise before starting a wrestling match with its captor, but the servant refused to let go. They rolled on the ground before Servant wrapped their arms around the dog's torso and under its armpits.

With a groan, they heaved themself back onto their feet and held the dog close to their chest. And at that point, the pup gave in and let them win.

"How... How did you even get out...?" - Servant tiredly asked the dog, knowing well that it wouldn't answer. So they turned to the group of guards instead. "Thanks for uh... for stopping it."

"Uh... Sure." - one guard replied, still nervously watching the animal. "Are you- S-Should just be holding it like that?"

The servant maneuvered one of their arms around the dog's back and held it up in a bridal carry. "Well, it hasn't torn my face off yet."

And with that, they turned on their heel and began walking down the hall. The group of guards hovered in spot uncertainly for a moment before dispersing and returning to their posts.

As Servant made the trek over to the hounds' training room, they looked down at the puppy in their arms and gave it the stink eye. "You just had to, didn't you?"

The dog barked without opening its mouth or dropping whatever it was still holding. Its tail started to wag, and the servant could only slump their shoulders and carry the trouble maker back where it belonged.

The door to 'freedom' blessed them with its appearance only a few minutes later. But by then, their arms were starting to hurt. Servant opened the door with their back and happily placed the dog on its feet.

However, they didn't let it go quite yet. "Alright... Give it."

They stuck out their hand, palm up, near the dog's mouth. The young hound whined in protest and tried to give them the ol' puppy eyes. But Servant was too done with its bullshit for one day.

The dog huffed at the failed attempt and eventually dropped the slimy, saliva-covered object into their hand. The servant cringed at the feeling but wrapped their fingers around it anyway so the dog couldn't grab it back.

The puppy seemed satisfied with their grossed-out expression and skipped away deeper into the room. Servant got back to their feet and studied the thing in their hand. It appeared to be the remains of a metal comb.

"...I had to chase that mut around just because it didn't want to be brushed...?" - the servant grumbled under their breath and with a sigh, went off to find the hounds' caretaker.

"No- Umbra! You know you need to get your teeth brushed!"

"Aurhf!"

It didn't take very long. Servant rounded a corner and was greeted with a person who didn't look much better than them. The man was covered in fur and light scratches. "Hey."

The other human was startled by their sudden presence and whirled around from his spot on the ground. "Wha- Oh, uh... Hello?"

The servant wordlessly held up the ruined brush for him to see, a tired and unimpressed expression taking over their features. The man looked at it in confusion. "Uhm... Where did you get that?"

"One of the pups escaped and was causing trouble down in the servants' living quarters." They explained, watching with the tiniest bit of satisfaction as his face paled.

"W-What?! That's not possible! I-I was watching all of them!" The man argued, getting to his feet and walking over to take the gross brush from them. It was then that he took in Servant's disheveled appearance. "But uh... Did you... uh..."

"Arhf!" The answer appeared before him just like it did for Servant. He looked down at the dirty puppy, its tail wagging, excited that it was able to make both their days more difficult.

The servant looked from the dog back to the man. "Yes, I did bring it back."

They left without another word, too exhausted to explain any further. On their way out, Servant's gaze trailed over a bunch of torn-apart dog toys and a piece of fabric with a snowflake on it.

They looked away and kept walking.

Servant wiped their slimy hand on their pants as they were ruined anyway, walked out the door, and headed back to their-

They heaved a sigh, a familiar pull in the back of their mind steering them off course. The walk to their room just had to be interrupted. But it didn't matter if Servant was annoyed or tired. It was Supervillain who had called for them, after all.

And Servant knew they couldn't ignore their Master.

The monster's study quickly came into view. The servant dusted off their damaged clothing to the best of their abilities, breathed in, and knocked.

The familiar "Come in." came soon after. Although... Servant had a feeling it sounded off today. Perhaps some kind of issue had arisen?

They opened the door to find out, ending their fruitless stalling. And what greeted Servant on the other side halted their mind to a stop. Supervillain looked at them with nonchalance but also appeared to freeze, surprised by the human's appearance.

A low growl shook Servant out of their daze, and they stepped inside, closing the door behind themself and choosing not to mention the third person in the room for the time being.

"Master..., you called." - they stated more than asked, subtly eyeing the man acting as Supervillain's footstool. He was on his hands and knees, his face angled down, preventing them from seeing who he was. The stranger's body shook in exertion, ready to collapse as sweat poured down his skin.

The servant assumed that only sheer terror kept the man from face-planting the floor. Their eyes returned to the supervillain, who was somehow simultaneously staring at every tear and bit of dirt decorating their form.

The human fidgeted under their stare, their eyes nervously gliding to the floor and missing the flash of black in Supervillain's sclera. "...Master...?"

"W̫͘h͐͢a̳̽t͎́ h̪̓a̙͒p̘͠pen̦̋è̻d̪͌?" - the monster demanded, making the air grow thick with their displeasure. The man beneath them let out the faintest of whines and shook harder.

Servant jumped to explain before things could get out of hand. "One of the hound pups had escaped unnoticed and was running around the lair. However, I have caught it and returned it to its place."

Supervillain was quiet for a moment, studying them some more. Once their Master was seemingly satisfied with their search, the air returned to normal, if not became lighter.

A few barks of laughter escaped the monster. "I see! Graphite gave you some good exercise!"

"Graphite..." - the servant thought with a slight frown. "Of course, Master would know which one causes the most trouble..."

With a clearing of their throat, Servant tried to get back on track. "Master, how may I be of service to you?"

The supervillain's expression lit up as if they had only just now remembered why they called the other here in the first place. They beckoned the servant over with a wave of their hand.

In a few steps, the human was at their side and got a better look at their Master's living footrest. The sight made them pause again; the man's shirt was off, and his back was injured by long red cuts.

Whip marks.

The man has clearly been lashed, and a lot. Blood dripped down his skin, the wounds never getting a chance to close due to Supervillain's boots laying atop them, irritating them relentlessly.

"Would you say this is a sufficient punishment?" - the supervillain asked, grabbing Servant's attention again. They looked a bit confused at first, unsure of what to say. Before they could come up with a response, their focus was torn away yet again by the man kneeling beside them.

He was tense, his head tilting to the side to gaze up at them from the corner of his wide eyes. And even with only a bit of his face visible, Servant instantly recognized him.

Captain Flint-

The servant quickly returned their attention to Supervillain, the monster only grinning at them and waiting. "I'm... not sure, Master."

"Hmm, yes. I'm not so certain either. I believe I may have gone a bit too easy on him..." - the supervillain hummed in thought, tapping their claws against the chair's armrest. "After all..."

They lifter one of their legs mid-speech before slamming it down on Flint's back, making the man stagger and choke on a cry of pain.

"F̥̕ig̮͗ȟ̙t̨͊ing̜͡ am͚̉o̞̎n̞̒gst̳̿ m͓͌y͕̑ se̍͟ŕ͇v͎́a̼̚n̼̏t̝̽s ï̢s̘͘ pr̞̈́o̗͡h̙̏í̬b̦͞i̯͡te̲̓d."

Supervillain's angry growl sent shudders down both human's spines, their sharp gaze trained on Flint and practically burning holes into his skull. The man looked like he wanted to say something, plead perhaps, but was clearly staying silent on purpose, his jaw tight with tension and terror.

Servant, meanwhile, albeit always weary in front of an angry Supervillain, felt a tickle inside their chest. Something light and heavy at the same time, energetic.

Power.

They could get Flint to suffer more.

It had them shaking for a myriad of reasons, both positive and negative. They idly rubbed at their wrist, the one Flint had bruised and were caught off guard to find it perfectly healed. "When did...?"

They shook the thoughts away. It didn't matter.

They had a decision to make. And although the servant would love to have this kind of power over the asshole that had injured them... they also had to keep a clear head. They couldn't allow this to get the better of them.

Feeling like they were of any influence was dangerous.

Servant let their gaze settle on their Master and took on a careful tone. "Well, after closer inspection..."

They let their words hang in the air for a moment if only to savor the tiny bit of fear they could incite in Flint's expression. "...I believe Captain Flint has learned his lesson, Master."

And to help appease the monster a bit, they quickly added, "You needn't waste any more of your time on him."

Supervillain didn't seem thrilled with their answer, but neither were they angry. They only seemed... faintly disappointed. Like they were expecting something else.

Whatever it may have been, the monster let out a quick "Hmpf." and lifted their legs off Flint's back. However, the man still seemed too terrified to move, not believing that he could just leave.

So, to emphasize their waning patience, the supervillain gave him a good shove with their boot, knocking the man over onto his side. He groaned in pain again and watched in terror as Supervillain leaned forward in their seat, baring their teeth.

"Out̳͞ o̩̍f m̝̄y̦̔ s̮̄igh͙̀t... N̞̚O͖̎W!"

The captain didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled to his feet and bolted out the door, even as his body screamed at his every movement. His rapid footsteps could be heard echoing in the hallway as he ran before silence overtook the room once more.

Servant watched the closed doors for a few seconds before turning to Supervillain. The monster stared at them and urged them closer with a hand gesture.

The servant leaned down. "Yes, Master-"

They were swiftly pulled into a kiss, one that ended quicker than they could comprehend what just happened. They stood stunned for a second, butterflies erupting in their stomach as the supervillain's voice brought them back to reality.

"You may leave now." - Supervillain said with a dismissive wave, idly studying their claws as the human nodded.

"O-Of course, Master." - the servant stuttered and quickly left before their brain could conjure something stupid.

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Eliza walked down the hall, stretching her arms above her head as a yawn pulled her mouth wide open, an action that she regretted soon after. Something weird touched her tongue and made her sputter, trying to remove the unexpected intrusion.

Eventually, she clawed the oddity off her tongue and held it up in one hand. "Is this... fur?"

The woman looked around confused and noticed the identical tuffs of dark grey scattered across the carpet and walls. She dropped the one in her hold and decided to follow the trail.

Along the way, a friendly face popped up. "Servant! Yo, why is there-"

Eliza paused, taking in the other's disheveled appearance. "Well, I was gonna ask why there was fur everywhere, but uh... You good?"

"One of the hound pups escaped earlier." The servant explained, absentmindedly touching their lips for a reason unknown to their friend.

"Oh. And it didn't, like, injure you?" Eliza questioned, scanning their body for wounds.

"Huh?"

"The hound."

"Oh, uh... No, no, I'm good..." Servant mumbled before shaking their head. "Just need to get changed."

"Right... And... who's going to clean all of this up?" The chef asked, vaguely pointing to their surroundings.

The servant also only now seemed to realize how big of a mess the dog had left behind and contemplated their answer for a moment. "...I could get Jerry to clean it up?"

"He's not gonna be happy." Eliza warned with a smile, well aware of how grumpy the man was in the morning.

"And neither will be Lord Supervillain if this mess goes uncleaned." Servant argued before thinking some more and gaining a bit of a smug smile. "Also, he technically has to listen to me. So..."

A few minutes and one talk later, Jerry was indeed not happy in the slightest. Servant patted him on the shoulder and offered that he could chase the dog around next time, to which he quickly shut up and left to get to work.

Eliza had also gone her own way, leaving Servant standing by themself in the middle of the hallway. And as they once again headed for their room, they had another realization.

Eliza was awake. Jerry and the other servants were awake...

How long had Servant been chasing that dog around?!

A sudden wave of stress had the servant moving faster. They wasted a lot of time. And they were supposed to be preparing the ballroom and dining hall today!

Servant sprinted to their room and nearly threw the door open upon arriving. They started taking off their torn-up shirt and almost forgot to close the door. They changed their clothing in record time, shoved the ruined outfit into the corner, and ran back out.

They were out of breath by the time they made it to the ballroom. The servant leaned in the doorway, heaving for air. They were startled by a person suddenly appearing in front of them.

"Don't worry! We already started without you!" The fellow servant reassured them immediately, easing their worry. "I saw you chasing around that hound and informed the others."

Servant almost crumpled to the floor in relief. "Oh, bless you, Steven. You're the best."

"Tell that to the boss. I'd love a raise." The man joked, standing aside and letting them enter.

"We don't even get paid!" The servant chuckled, lightly smacking his shoulder.

"Exactly!" He stressed playfully, throwing his arms in the air.

The two of them shared a laugh. Comedy really was the only way to stay sane in this mad house.

"Alright, alright..." Servant cut the fun, standing up straighter. "We've got work to do."

The next few hours flew by quickly and stressfully. Everyone, and especially Servant, was picky over every minor detail. They made sure there was not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere.

Ladders were set up and constantly moved to hang up decorations, with one person almost falling and breaking their spine in half. Servant walked from one spot to the next, giving instructions and approving how things looked.

In the dining hall, tables and chairs were put together in one long line, forming a massive table covered by expensive cloth. And, of course, Supervillain's throne-like chair was placed at its head, clearly standing out from the other seats but still fitting the theme.

Patterned crystal vases were set up across the center of the table and filled with a mix of water and flower nutrients powder to keep the gorgeous bouquets alive.

A wine glass was placed at every seat, with Servant checking each one to ensure none were missed or damaged. Beside the glasses, cutlery was laid out inside fancily folded napkins.

And with a final look over everything, the servant nodded their head in satisfaction. After a couple final minutes of cleanup and putting away leftover decorations and tools, all the servants were finally allowed to retire for the day.

Servant was the last one to leave, double-checking everything just one extra time before turning off the lights and leaving. The doors shut behind them with a soft click. And the servant sighed in relief, their shoulders slumping as they slowly walked to their room.

But of course, just like earlier, their Master decided to call for their attention again...