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STRIKE UPDATE:

The outline for the first arc is officially written out and finished, beginning progress on the second arc. Planned seven more to go... An artist was in fact found and STRIKE might find its way to Webtoon!

I'm sorry, YOU SLEEP WITH SOCKS ON??? Hell no! You can't be trusted, no one who is comfortable sleeping with socks can be trusted.

Do your feet not get itchy in socks all day?? Aren't your feet extra stinky from keeping them captured all day?? Do you sleep with socks on??

No, no, yes.

STRIKE #3

SATURDAY

*SPECTRE, dressed in a casual outfit with a satchel, leg vine and home made mask, looks down at the card then up at an old looking house, confused.*

SPECTRE: Is this the right place?

*BLURRY FACE appears behind them.*

BLURRY FACE: You get a card too?

*SPECTRE shows her the card.*

SPECTRE: Yeah, I did.

But I'm not sure this is the correct address...

BLURRY FACE: Of course it is.

The best place to hide is in plain sight.

*BLURRY FACE opens the door and walks in, so does SPECTRE.*

SPECTRE: Wow!

*Panel shows the inside of the old house is incredibly high tech and doesn't match the outside of the building.*

BLURRY FACE: Told ya!

CREAMPUFF: Oh, more people!

Is The Actor with you guys or are we going to have to wait a little longer?

SPECTRE: Oh wow! Creampuff! I've seen you on TV!

*CREAMPUFF stands up from the desk she was sitting on and walks over to join BLURRY FACE and SPECTRE.*

CREAMPUFF: Really? How was I? I'm not entirely used to being in front of a camera...

SPECTRE: You were, uh, are so cool!

CREAMPUFF: Aw, thanks!

*THE ACTOR and OBSIDIAN walk in.*

BLURRY FACE: Is that Obsidian!!?

Why's he here!!?

CREAMPUFF: Well, The Actor, here thought it would be a good idea to join forces with a villain.

THE ACTOR: Creampuff, that's enough.

They are here to help us find Guy, as are the rest of you.

CREAMPUFF: Fine, whatever, I still don't trust them.

SPECTRE: Um uh, sorry but...

...Do you have a plan to find him? Guy, I mean.

He may have been a very popular hero a year ago but not much is known about him.

BLURRY FACE: Yeah, I may have been watching from the shadows for all those years but even I barely know him.

THE ACTOR: Well...

...I don't exactly have a plan but...

*THE ACTOR pulls up a file on a large computer.*

THE ACTOR: This is Guy's file.

Everything he documented, every fight he fought, all his personal information, It's all here.

I thought we could find some sort of clue in here but I've been over it a million times and found nothing.

OBSIDIAN: Wait, are you telling me you went through all the trouble of getting us all here and you don't even have a plan? *Sarcastically* >tt< Some hero.

SPECTRE: Did you try checking the cities surveillance footage of the day he went missing?

THE ACTOR: Hm?

*SPECTRE walks over to the computer and pulls up the cities surveillance.*

SPECTRE: Now, when was he last seen?

THE ACTOR: I last had contact with him on his birthday.

BLURRY FACE: February 28!

THE ACTOR: Yes...

...How did you know that?

BLURRY FACE: Been studying heroes for a living, remember? I know all kinds of stuff about Guy, and you too!

CREAMPUFF: So, your a stalker?

OBSIDIAN: Creepy.

BLURRY FACE: I'm not a stalker!

And I wouldn't be talking, Obsidian. I know stuff all about you too!

OBSIDIAN: Wait, what!!?

*SPECTRE pulls up the surveillance of February 28th on the computer and points at the footage on the right hand corner.*

SPECTRE: Is that him?

THE ACTOR: Woah! You found him!

Nice work, Bug!

SPECTRE: Oh uh, could you call me Spectre?

It's more of a alias I've been working on...

THE ACTOR: Sure thing, Spectre.

BLURRY FACE: Oh! And y'all can call me Blurry Face!!

CREAMPUFF: And why's that?

BLURRY FACE: You'll see why, eventually.

SPECTRE: It looks like he ran into a bar. How old is he?

BLURRY FACE: 18, to young to be drinking.

CREAMPUFF: Stalker.

OBSIDIAN: Creepy.

THE ACTOR: And why is he in his uniform? He's retired.

SPECTRE: Maybe we should go to the bar and investigate.

THE ACTOR: Great idea, Spectre!

*SPECTRE smiles. OBSIDIAN takes a closer look at the computer screen*

OBSIDIAN: Nope, nine, nada, no can do.

THE ACTOR: Hm?

OBSIDIAN: That's The Tipsy Possum bar.

CREAMPUFF: So?

OBSIDIAN: That place is crawling with goons, villains and other *Quotation fingers* evil doers.

CREAMPUFF: Ok, and...?

OBSIDIAN: The criminal underworld here lives by a very strict code, if they find out I broke that code I'm dead.

And that's not me being funny, they'll probably kill me or worse.

CREAMPUFF: Fine with me.

THE ACTOR: Creampuff!

CREAMPUFF: What? Their probably lying to you so they can stay here and use your cool tech to do who knows what!

THE ACTOR: I doubt that.

Besides if anyone does try to attack you, they'll have to go through me!

OBSIDIAN: No offense, but I don't like those chances.

THAT NIGHT

*The team arrive in front of The Tipsy Possum bar.*

BLURRY FACE: Oh, looks like you were able to drag the edge lord here.

OBSIDIAN: Edge lord?

THE ACTOR: Remember, we are here for investigation and interrogation only.

No fights.

SPECTRE: Okie!!

CREAMPUFF: Fine.

*The team enter the bar and split up to individually investigate, OBSIDIAN notices some sketchy guys in the corner giving them dirty looks.*

OBSIDIAN: Shit.

Damn... Can we- Can we get a continuation of this? Please?

Snippet #19

AAAHHHH I'M LATE UPLOADING THIS

"There's a lot more to this job than just fighting," the superhero explained, one hand pressed against the hero's back as they moved down the dark alleyway, practically knowing the route by heart now. "Sometimes it's better to use our voices than our fists. Diplomacy. Negotiating with an enemy is never easy, nor is it done often, but there are some cases where it is necessary."

"Like Supervillain," the hero said.

The superhero nodded. "Exactly like Supervillain. Believe me when I say that fighting them isn't worth it - even a victory would be a hollow one at that. Villains with power like their's need to be kept at bay at all costs: the people always come first, Hero. No matter what."

"So, that's what we're here to do, isn't it? T-To negotiate?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I'll do all the talking." The superhero suddenly stopped beside a door, opening it to reveal a narrow staircase. They motioned for the hero to go down, the other gulping a little but moving forwards all the same. "All you have to do is watch quietly and follow my direction."

"I'm meant to be like a witness, right? Just stand there and look pretty for legal purposes?" the hero joked lightly, trying their best to stave off their nerves.

Behind them the corners of the superhero's lips curled upwards in an amused grin. "Yes, something like that."

"I bet the paperwork for this kind of thing is hell," the hero continued. "How often does Supervillain request something from us?"

"Once a year. Twice if they're feeling particularly greedy."

"And what do they ask for? Money, or - I don't know - jewels? Free dental care?"

The superhero merely hummed in response. "You'd be surprised..."

At the bottom of the stairs was a dingy corridor leading into a small, circular room. The walls and floor were concrete - the air cold. Across from them was a second entrance practically identical to the one they'd come through and right at it's threshold stood the supervillain, leaning casually against the doorframe whilst they eyed the watch on their wrist.

"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Superhero?" they asked. "A few minutes more and I'd have grown impatient."

Their tone seemed to be teasing but there was an edge to it that made the hero shiver, forcing them to take a small step back. The superhero, however, was undeterred.

"I'm never late," they said bluntly.

The supervillain let out a small huff of breath. A laugh or a scoff, the hero couldn't tell, but it hardly seemed to matter when the supervillain's gaze shot upwards, first surveying the superhero and then the slightly smaller figure beside them. They smiled wide, eyes roaming up and down the hero's frame with great interest, the sudden attention enough to make the other squirm on the spot.

"Well, in any case," the supervillain said, standing straight and taking a step forward, "I see you've brought me what I asked for."

The words washed over the hero like ice. Their mouth dropped open and their eyes went wide, turning to the superhero beside them in search of reassurance only for the other to refuse to even look at them.

"S-Superhero? I- I thought we were here to - to negotiate," the hero said.

They were ignored.

"Oh, but we have negotiated," the supervillain supplied instead, eyes still fixed upon the hero with what the other could only describe as a look of hunger. "This, dear pet, is the trade."

The hero shook their head, trying to take another step back only for the superhero to catch their arm.

"No," they said. "No, no, no - you can't. This - you're lying: Superhero, they're lying, right?"

Finally, their superior turned to them, face expressionless as they held the hero's gaze. "The people come first, Hero. No matter what: the people come first."

They let go then, gesturing vaguely to the supervillain in front of them.

"Go," they ordered.

"B-But I--"

"Go."

If they noticed the hero's tears their didn't comment on it.

For a second, the hero simply stood frozen - a numbing surge of betrayal sweeping through them. They knew they couldn't run; knew that they'd be overpowered in seconds if they even tried and if they did then would that...would that be classed as treason? They would be disobeying a direct order from their superior: refusal to follow through was seen as an act of villainy - they'd have their heroic status ripped from them.

The people come first, Hero.

Shakily, they took a step forward. Then another. Their gaze fixed down upon the floor, vision slowly getting blurrier as more tears caught in their eyes.

No matter what: the people come first.

Sacrifice one to save many. The hero guessed it made sense - tried to persuade themself that it made sense. This was just a part of the job. They were just...

Doing...

Their...

Job.

They stopped when the supervillain's boots came into view.

The hero didn't even need to look up to know that the other was smiling down at them - could practically feel the intensity with which the supervillain looked upon them. They jumped sharply as a hand came up to play with their hair, holding their breath as the supervillain began stroking them like they were some kind of pet - another hand coming up to wipe away the tears that fell down the hero's cheeks.

"Hush now, it's alright," the supervillain cooed. "I am going to take such good care of you..."

"You better," the superhero inserted suddenly, and the hero could have sworn the other used to have so much more warmth in their voice than this. "They're meant to last you the year. I won't react kindly if you go back on our deal a fourth time."

Fourth?

God, how many other people had been sacrificed already? Where were they now? The superhero had said they were meant to last a year but what did that mean - what did it mean? Were they going to die?!

The hand stroking through the hero's hair stopped. Slowly their head was tilted upwards, and their eyes were forced to meet the supervillain's.

"Oh, they'll last me," the other said with confidence. "After all, I picked them for a reason - you told me yourself, Superhero: this one does not break easily... Unless I get bored of them, I'll drag them out for as long as I can."

Ehehe Obsidian and Guy

Short Prompt #911

"There exists an infinite number of alternate universes…" The villain said, keeping a calm face as they addressed their nemesis. "…And in none of them, do you get any bitches."