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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 5 months

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Pen's Song-Story Writing Challenge Extravaganza Submission!

@alilbatwrites your song was "The Law" by Reach, here is a snippet based on that!!

When Hero got back to the league from saving the city, they had expected celebration, or at least a thank-you. What they got instead was… eye-opening to say the least. They opened the doors to a bunch of stone-faced, enhanced superiors.

“Uh…what?” Hero asked, confused, “did I cause collateral damage again? I thought I was careful this time!”

“It isn’t that, Hero,” Superhero started.

“You took Supervillain down in under two minutes,” another super stated.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Hero joked.

When they received no response, Hero faltered.

“It…it’s not a bad thing, right?”

“Hero, you know our League is here to keep the nation’s peace,” Superhero said, “and to eliminate security risks.”

“Well, yeah, I’d day I did pretty good out there,” Hero said, “so why do you all seem upset?”

The sound of footsteps behind them made Hero’s head turn. Two league agents put a hand on each of Hero’s shoulders.

“Superhero,” Hero asked nervously, turning back to face their superior, “what’s going on?”

“We took a risk letting you roam free with your powers of energy manipulation,” Superhero said, “your abilities have grown to an incredible strength, and now the risks outweigh the benefits. I’m sorry, Hero.”

As Superhero spoke, one of the agents jammed the end of a needle into Hero’s neck. Hero cried out in pain, feeling ice flood their veins.

“So that’s it- you’re just going to get rid of me because I’m too good at my job!?” Hero asked desperately, feeling their limbs turn to lead.

“Your powers will only increase exponentially from here,” another league member said, “if we don’t contain you now, we’ll never be able to stop you if you become a threat.”

Hero tried to wrench themselves from the agents’ grips, but they held them fast. Hero’s knees buckled just as a wheelchair with padded restraints came into view.

“Take them down to Containment Level 3,” Superhero ordered.

“N-no,” Hero slurred.

Hero felt themselves be lifted into the wheelchair. Straps tightened across their body just as their vision began to fade. Their head sank down into their chest as the drug sucked them under.

…

When Hero awoke next, they thought maybe the events from earlier were just a bad dream. Maybe Supervillain had defeated them, and they would wake up in the med bay with Superhero by their bedside. Hero opened their eyes to a stark white room. They looked down at their form and found that they had been stuffed in some kind of straight-jacket suit, the buckles going all the way down to their ankles. Hero jerked upright, trying and failing to free themselves. They tried to call on their power, but their movements were sluggish, and their energy barely materialized.

Hero fought back the tears that brimmed in their eyes. They had figured if they ever did get captured, it would be by some criminal, never by their own team, the people they fought beside every day. Now their team- their family- had them drugged up and restrained in a cell just like those criminals they had been taught to fight. When they couldn’t fight them any longer, Hero let the tears fall with a choked sob.

“Hey,” a voice echoed.

Hero looked up, sniffling. The door opened, revealing a league agent.

“What do you want?” Hero asked bitterly.

“Seriously?” the league member demanded indignantly, “I come all this way to save you and-oh. Right. The outfit.”

The league member unbuttoned their uniform to reveal a familiar, dark suit underneath.

“Villain?” Hero asked in disbelief.

“Duh,” Villain said, “saw what you did out there with Supervillain. That was pret-ty impressive. But I knew your precious league wouldn’t like it. So here I am.”

Hero remembered the stories Superhero had told them about Villain, how they had abandoned the league years ago. They remembered the late-night, rooftop conversations with Villain, about how the league wasn’t what they seemed.

“Are you going to say, ‘I told you so’?” Hero asked dejectedly.

“Nah, you’ve been punished enough,” Villain said, “come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Villain worked to free Hero from their restraints. They pulled out a syringe filled with liquid.

“This is gonna counteract the junk they’ve pumped in your system,” Villain said, “the car’s outside waiting. We can be out of the city limits in an hour… unless you’d like to torch this place first?”

Hero shook their head, holding their arm out for Villain to administer the antidote.

“I just wanna go,” Hero said.

“I gotcha,” Villain said, helping them up, “leave the torching to me then.”

…

Villain drove off, Hero in the passenger seat, the league base ablaze behind them.

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winters-dream · 11 months

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tw: death

“Don’t touch me!” shouted the villain. They scrambled away from Hero to the best of their abilities with a smashed in rib cage and shattered ankle. “Don’t come anywhere near me! Don’t treat my wounds, don’t help me. Just stay away!”

They scooted away from them until their back hit the cold concrete of the basement wall. They heaved in a wheezing breath, they were ninety percent sure their ribs had punctured both their lungs and heart. And the entire right side of their body was a bruise. A deep purple, the same shade as a plum. They weren’t sure of their chances of survival, but they were definitely sure they didn’t want Hero’s help. Not after everything they did.

“Villain, if I don’t treat your wounds you will die,” said Hero. They knelt in front of Villain, medical equipment in hand but Villain used their good foot to kick it away. Hero watched as it slid against the far wall then turned back to face the villain.

“I’d rather die,” sneered Villain. “I’d rather die a thousand deaths than be indebted to you, not after what you did.”

Hero shook their head, confused. “After what I did?”

“Yes, after all of this torture, being beaten bloody and electrocuted and torn apart over and over," Villain said. They coughed, turning their head to spit blood. "You want to swoop in and patch me up just to throw me back to the wolves? Forget it."

Another shake of the head, Hero spoke. "None of that was me, Superhero did this to you."

Villain rolled their eyes with a scoff, the action causing a sharp pain to spread through their chest. They winced from the pain but still pulled away when Hero reached out a hand.

"No, all you did was hand me over on a silver platter," they said. "You walked me in here, watched the other heroes lock me up, disappeared for months while Superhero did what they wanted to me. You're the reason I'm like this."

Hero gazed down at the broken mess of the villain’s body, their eyes watering at the realization of the truth behind Villain’s words. They turned Villain in, they left them in the agency's care, they lived their life like normal. They were promised Villain would be in safe hands, they didn't know this was Superhero’s idea of 'safe'. They didn't know.

"Villain, I had no idea you were being treated like this, I thought you’d be safe—”

“Safe—” Villain shouted the word, but that seemed to be a mistake as a sharp pain pierced through their chest, knocking the air out of their lungs. They gasped for air, a hand clinging to their chest as an invisible fist seemed to close tightly around their heart. Still, they pushed Hero’s hands away, refusing any ounce of help from the person who put them here.

“I should have died my first night here,” they choked out. “I’ve been through Hell and back and again. You have a sick concept of the word ‘safety’.”

“I didn’t know,” whispered Hero. “The plan was to only have you imprisoned for a couple years and then I’d help you escape. If I had known Supervillain would do this, I—”

They broke off with a hitch of their breath. They reached out and held onto Villain’s arm, refusing to let Villain shake them off.

“You’re my best friend, I would never hurt you.” Villain made a noise at the back of their throat, but Hero continued. “It’s not too late. I can fix you up and get you out of here. I’ll keep you hidden, you’ll never have to face Superhero again. Just please, let me treat your wounds.”

Tears had begun to cascade down their face, Villain’s hate-filled eyes, usually so full of life, becoming duller by the second. They shook their head, angling it to face away from Hero.

“How dare you call me your friend?” they muttered. “You lost that title years ago when you literally stabbed me in the back. Piss off.”

They felt a few tears of their own to fall, but they refused to acknowledge them.

“So you’re going to refuse help that you desperately need just because I’m the one offering it?”

It took more energy than Villain cared to admit to shrug their shoulders, to act like their next words didn’t hurt them as much as they hurt Hero.

“It’s better to be dead than receive help from the enemy.”

That was that last thing they said before they couldn’t anymore. They tasted blood in the back of their throat, felt the thick liquid rise up, cutting off their air supply. They took one last gasp of air, the pain in their chest unbearable as they did. They lifted their gaze to Hero, their crying face the last thing they saw as death finally took them.

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puddleslimewrites · 4 months

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False Promises (Part 3)

Part 1 // Part 2

All those promises of protection - of loyalty and safety - were rather useless when the main threat to Scientist was standing right in the doorway of their lab.

Supervillain took their time closing the distance while Scientist stood there, frozen. Their eyes trailed over the lab bench - an organized mess covered in beakers and haphazard observational notes. "New project?" they hummed, as if this was just another visit. As if they weren't the reason Scientist's previous lab had burned to the ground. As if they never tried to kill Scientist. The only reason Scientst was alive was because of Hero.

But where was Hero now? They had promised to protect them. Just like Supervillain had once promised the exact same thing. Protection from the heroes and their dogged recruitment efforts, in exchange for information and favors. Scientist never minded. It hardly felt like work to do what they enjoyed, and to do so without the annoyance of Superhero breathing down their neck.

But look at them now. Against their better judgment, Scientist did end up with the heroes, didn't they? They'd refused to choose a side no matter how persistent the approaches, but Supervillain forced their hand when they'd been left for dead.

And when the time came - when the villains did inevitably betray their trust - it was easy to convince Scientist to join the heroes' side. Had they known all along? Is that why Hero was there that day? Like a true hero, they'd arrived just in time to save them.

Scientist believed they were safe. That the heroes were trustworthy. That there was someone they could believe in that wasn't themself. It was all a ruse, an elaborate plan that hinged on their own ignorance, and now, as Supervillain drew nearner, Scientist would have to pay for their idiocy.

They believed all the lies, all the promises of protection, and look where that got them: on their deathbed, once again.

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deckofaces · 1 year

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Grim News and Circumstances

Tw: talk of missing teammate, touch of corrupt agency, power suppressing cuffs, implied lying/manipulation

Pov switch but occurs after this post!

The mood that radiated off the trio as they traveled up the pristine elevator in the hero agency up to Supervisor’s office had easily been grim. Fighter stood silently at the corner of the elevator while Teammate watched Leader nervously. Their usually calm and sweet captain appeared as if they just might explode. They paced back and forth within the elevator like they would punch through the metal doors if it did not travel up the skyscraper any faster to the office.

Teammate also saw the evidence of their typical yellow magic sparking and swirling around their fists. They reached forward to gently grab their hand, “You do not want to-”

Leader instantly ripped their hand away, interrupting them after a deep breath. “Dear, you know I appreciate you trying to help, but absolutely do not use your abilities on me right now.”

Teammate nodded numbly, stepping back to lean against the cool steel wall next to Fighter. “They are inconsolable right now.. best not to test your luck,” Fighter muttered. They had a point, they all were dragged down by emotion. Sadness, anger, and fear for their missing teammate.

The elevator finally opened with a ding, which had been to Fighter and Teammate’s relief, Leader was a ticking time bomb in that small space. Though they could not relax for long, they had to chase after them as they sent magical blasts at anyone that blocked the path to the office. Fighter cursed as they ran after Leader, Teammate not too far behind.

“Leader!” Fighter shouted after them. “Slow the hell down! We are all fucking upset, but that will land us in the cells!”

Much of the staff had already cleared out of Leader’s way, not wanting to be subjected to their magical attacks. With no sign of calming down or considering what their friend said, Fighter groaned and stomped their foot. A small shockwave erupted under their captain’s feet, they tripped and fell with a huff. Unlike Teammate, they were willing to use their powers so they would not end up doing something stupid.

When the two finally caught up, Teammate offered their hand to help them up. Leader sighed and accepted, standing, wiping their pants even if the floor always seemed squeaky clean.

“You have to calm down. You know better than anyone that they will never listen to us if you go in fucking guns blazing,” Fighter whispered harshly to them.

Leader took a few deep breaths as they thought about their words. Their walk down to Supervisor’s office slowed and they no longer attacked the staff minding their own business. Though anxiety had been written all over their face. “I couldn’t help it, I am worried about them. They were my responsibility to keep safe. Our team sticks together and they lied and-“

Teammate gently rubbed their back. “Save it for our fucking superiors. They are the ones that need to hear this shit,” Fighter muttered.

The trio continued to make their way to the office. Leader was about to knock on the oak door when it suddenly opened, causing their eyes to widen in surprise. Instead of Supervisor standing there, it had been an officer carrying three sets of power suppressing cuffs, however a familiar honeyed voice could be heard behind the figure.

“I do hope you will not be using your powers here. You three, especially Leader, have caused quite the disruption. No matter your answer or reason, the cuffs are precautionary.”

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the-starlit-authoress · 16 days

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Villain clutched their undoubtedly broken ribs and stared up at Superhero from their position on the ground. Their glare would be more effective were it not so pained.

Superhero stared back idly, as if dealing with a minor annoyance. "Any last words before I rid this world of your pathetic existence?"

"I thought heroes didn't kill people."

"Yes, well. Not officially." Superhero delivered a hard kick to Villain's jaw, knocking them down. "But accidents happen."

Villain spit out the fresh blood in their mouth and tried to stop their head from spinning. "Does the agency know their trophy hero is a murderer?"

Superhero smiled. "Oh, darling. Who do you think handles the coverup?"

So what, were all heroes like this then? Were they morals just an act? Hero wouldn't do this. Their Hero wouldn't. But their Hero wasn't here to save them.

As if reading their mind, Superhero spoke again. "Shame Hero isn't here to see this. I'm sure they'd love to come and give their little speach about being better than our enemies, but they got a little...caught up at the headquarters."

"Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with that?"

Superhero flashed their public smile. The one they gave to the press and city officials. Villain knew their real smile was much darker. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

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gbee-writes · 6 months

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CW: multiple mentions of child death/murder and intent of child murder (not descriptive but main focus), implied/mentioned adult murder x2 (not descriptive), needle mention, dehumanizing language and conversations, HEAVY ANGST with happy (bittersweet?) ending.

“It isn’t right.” Scientist spat out, venom dripping from the words. “That thing came out wrong.”

Supervillain gently pulled Scientist away from her work table. Each time she had failed her attempt she seemed to get more and more angry with herself. It broke his heart to hear. The mistakes weren’t her fault, Scientist was brilliant and her work was brilliant.

“I just- I want him back Supervillain…I want our baby back…” Her voice wavered.

He cupped the back of her head as she pushed her face into his shoulder. “We’ll have him back darling, we just need to try again. If anyone can do this right, it’s you.”

Scientist twisted his cardigan in her fists as she clearly struggled not to cry. It had been almost a year now without any significant progress in bringing Child back but Supervillain had absolutely no doubt in his wife.

This was the woman who had somehow cured what would have been the terminal illness to take him out, the woman who took control of a hero’s powers through the use of their own body like a puppet, the one who Supervillain knew with full certainty could take the world down without true opposition. There was a reason he had fallen so deeply and irreversibly in love with her.

His heart wrenched as a broken, muffled sob shook her frame. “I can’t stand that thing walking around looking like him. It’s mocking me, Supervillain! I can’t stand it! It’s going around with his face as if it deserves to take his place. It’s mocking my failure!”

“Hush love, hush now.” Supervillain scooped her up and carried her from the lab.

The walk to their room was a long one as the lab was on the other side of the manor and they passed several henchmen on their way. Each one of them quickly averted their eyes, either from respect or from fear. They all knew what Supervillain would do to them if they even just thought of using Scientist’s vulnerability to an advantage. Even still, it was a relief to finally reach the carved oak doors.

Scientist was coaxed into her pajamas before Supervillain tucked her into their bed. It was only noon but she had been up the whole night trying to find what had gone wrong with that thing and she needed the sleep.

He laid a soft kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry darling. That imposter will be gone by the time you wake; I’ll take care of it.”

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“Six.”

Supervillain paused. It was rare that his captain of security said anything. He preferred to be monosyllabic or simply silent most of the time. “Excuse me?”

“This is the sixth child you will kill.” Captain was still standing at attention by the clone’s door but he watched Supervillain out of the corner of his eye. “You’ve made six of them since you lost Child. Scientist was crying again; you’re going to kill him too.”

It wasn’t a question.

Supervillain pulled his hand from the nob. “Your point, Captain?”

“How many of these poor children need to die before you two realize there isn’t any getting Child back? How many more before Scientist is too broken to keep trying? Before you finally stop adding to that grave pit in the garden?”

Rage ballooned in his chest, threatening to break his ribs. “Scientist is brilliant, if any one can bring him back-”

“No one can bring him back.”

“Captain-”

“Sir, no one can bring Child back, not even Scientist. This isn’t healthy for you two or fair on the children you bring into short existence before ripping them back out of it.”

“They aren’t children!” Supervillain roared. “They’re just clones, mockeries of my son, failed resurrections!”

Captain finally moved to fully face him. The disgust on his face was jarring to Supervillain, startling and unfamiliar. “Even with all your power you aren’t a god Supervillain and neither is Scientist. You can’t bring people back from the dead. Child is gone. He’s never, never going to come back to you.”

Supervillain’s rage flipped around wildly with the soul crushing grief that had taken over far too much of his life. “He’s not-!”

“He. Is. GONE. You’ve thrown away five perfectly good children that you might have grown to love and now you set another one up for slaughter like a pig. That’s all you two are doing; making pigs for slaughter. What has Clone ever done wrong by you besides deciding he didn’t like something that Child did? He isn’t your son, none of them will be, not because he isn’t Child, but because you decided so the second he was made.”

Silence blanketed the hall. The tension could have been cut with a knife. Distantly the ticking of a clock counted seconds away. Finally;

“You have gotten far too comfortable with speaking to me in such a disrespectful way, Captain. We aren’t your friends, we are your superiors, and I expect you to treat us as such. Never question our work again, just follow your orders.”

Captain’s features hardened. “Of course Sir. I’ll go clean the bathrooms as punishment and I’ll be sure not to let myself care for you two again.”

Supervillain growled as Captain strode off with a sneer. His white knuckled fists crackled with energy. Captain didn’t understand, he didn’t grasp the devastation that came with losing Child, nor the pain of having the clones turn out so different from him.

He thrust the door open. The clone was seated with its back to the door, cross legged on the side of the bed. It was smaller than the rest, maybe younger? Scientist had taken it out of the growth tube sooner than the others.

“How did he die?” Clone asked without turning around.

“What?” Supervillain growled.

“Child,” Clone mumbled slightly. “How did he die? No one will tell me, and I’m going to die too either way, I figured asking you personally before it happened wouldn’t hurt…”

Wouldn’t hurt? Thinking about that day always hurt. His teeth nearly cracked from how tightly his jaw clenched. “What makes you think you deserve to know?”

Clone twisted a little scrap of cloth in his hands. He seemed less scared of his imminent death than the others had been. How odd. “Nothing, I guess. I was just curious really, everyone looks…I don’t know, kind of sick when they think about it. I guess I just wanted to know what would make everyone feel so bad. No one seems to feel that bad about me dying I don’t think. It must have been really bad then.”

Supervillain’s eyes stung. “It wasn’t just how he died, it was the fact that he’s not here.”

“Why isn’t anyone sad about that with me then?”

It was clearly just an innocent question, a child clone trying to understand, but it made fury lick against Supervillain’s ribs. This stupid thing really thought it mattered as much as Child had? “Why would anyone be sad at your death? You’ve only been alive three days, no one knows you, no one loves you. We love Child; that’s why we aren’t sad about you.”

“Oh.”

A long stretch of nothing happened where Supervillain only watched the little clone. He noted that Clone worried at the cloth in much the same way Scientist worried at her sleeves when she was having trouble with an experiment. His eyes creased the way Supervillain’s did when he overworked.

Odd…none of the others had shown similarities. Or maybe they had and he’d been too blind to notice it?

A wobbly, thick-with-tears voice broke the trance Supervillain had fallen into. “If I had been alive as long as Child, would anyone be sad at me dying then?”

‘Would anyone love me then?’

The insinuated question lingered in the air. Supervillain clenched his jaw tighter. Why was his throat suddenly thick with a pesky lump, why did tears track down his cheeks, why was he hesitating at such a stupid question?!

Dragging air into his rattling lungs burned like drowning.

He couldn’t do it.

Supervillain turned heel and threw himself out into the hallway. Several henchmen flinched as the door slammed shut. He couldn’t choke out the order not to clean up, there was nothing to clean up after all, and as he rushed to get to his bedroom he heard the clone’s door creak open and poorly muffled exclamations of shock.

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Telling Scientist was less frightening than he thought it would be. She had been angry at first, furious about having to see a false Child running around any longer. He ended up sleeping in a spare room that night and the next. Eventually though she had sought Supervillain out.

He had been in the study failing to read when Scientist found him. “I don’t know why I thought killing them wouldn’t affect you…they look just like him…”

He set the book down and gestured her into his lap. “I promise I didn’t want to hurt you by not-”

“Oh Hon, I know you didn’t.” Scientist curled in close. Her warmth was a much welcome comfort. “I couldn’t kill them myself because they looked like him, of course so many of them would be detrimental to you. I’m so sorry Supervillain. It was selfish of me to ask you to dispose of them so I wouldn’t have to.”

Child used to sit with them in the library, snuggled right beside Supervillain as Scientist curled in his lap, the pair of them listening as he read whatever book Child had picked out. A lump formed in his throat again. God did he miss those moments. His chest ached. He hated that ache and how familiar it had gotten.

“I…I can do it again. I think I just need more time to brace myself. I’ll get rid of him Darling, I just need some time.”

“Okay dear.”

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A week later Supervillain was back at the clone’s room preparing himself for what had to come. Only he wasn’t in the bed like last time. Clone was curled up in the egg shaped wicker chair on the balcony. He was so small that Supervillain had almost missed him. “I’m sorry…”

Supervillain furrowed his brows. “You’re sorry?”

“For upsetting you…the guards told me asking about Child made you hurt. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed together. Supervillain wasn’t exactly being courteous to this child, why was he apologizing? “Are you gonna do it now?”

“Pardon?” Supervillain startled. Right; kill him, Clone was asking if he was going to kill him yet. “Oh. Yes, I am.”

Clone nodded before twisting around into a more cozy spot, pulling a pillow up to his chest to cuddle. He rubbed his face on the fabric a bit before going still. “Okay, I’m ready.”

No tears...no fighting...no begging?

This wasn’t right.

“Aren’t you scared?” Supervillain found the words leaving his mouth without permission.

“Yeah…I’m really scared…but seeing me hurts you and your wife. One of the guards told me that. He said seeing the others did too so you got rid of them so she wouldn’t hurt anymore. I don’t want to make anyone hurt…”

“...getting rid of you won’t make it hurt less.”

Clone blinked up at him with watery doe eyes. “It won’t? But you don’t know me.”

‘You don’t love me.’

“No, it won’t.” Supervillain let his legs give out and landed in the second egg chair with the soft thump. “It’s not having you here, it’s having him gone.”

“Then why are you sad when you see me?”

“You look like him. You’re meant to, of course, but you aren’t him and that…” Supervillain chuckled without humor. He ran his hand through his tangled hair that he realized he’d forgotten to brush. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“Does it make you feel better?”

“I don’t know. A little, perhaps.”

Clone thought for a moment. “Then…I can listen until you want to get rid of me…if it’ll help.”

Supervillain pulled his hand down his face. What was he doing? He hadn’t let the others talk but here he was, sitting down with Clone as if he were...

“Did you really want to know how he died?”

That’s where it started, telling Clone how Child had begged to join the heroes. How they had made a deal with the agency to never cause further harm as long as Child could apprentice with the best hero in the city.

How that hero had betrayed the trust that Scientist and Supervillain, that Child, had placed in them.

How the agency had covered it up as an accident to save face.

The funeral, Scientist’s desperate attempts to bring Child back, the toll of taking the lives of children who looked like Child just so Scientist would hurt less.

Once he started talking about it, Supervillain couldn’t stop. He choked on his words at times, bit back tears unsuccessfully, but for the first time in a year the grief ebbed if only just a fraction.

When it was finally all out Supervillain looked over to Clone, who was shivering. It was pitch black out. How long had he been talking?

Supervillain wasn’t sure why but he grabbed the throw blanket on the edge of the bed and tucked the child in with it. He knelt down so he could be face to face with him. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have this hanging over you...”

“Supervillain?”

He whipped around to see his wife by the door. Horror washed over her features. “Scientist-”

“You haven’t killed it, have you?”

“I-”

“You said you were going to get rid of it now, not talk to it as if it were him.”

“Please listen-”

“You lied to me, Supervillain! You said it would be gone by dinner but it’s nearly midnight and you’re coddling it!” She threw herself about and stormed out the door.

Supervillain launched to his feet. “Wait! Scientist please-” The door slammed behind him as he bolted towards the shrinking figure of his wife. “Scientist!”

Henchmen and guards leapt out of his way as he tried to catch up with her before it was too late. He didn’t care about the shouts of surprise, or the hushed questions that trailed behind, he only cared about stopping his wife from taking a child clone’s life.

He didn’t catch up to her until she was in her lab. “Scientist, listen-”

“No! I won’t have that thing in my home anymore! I want Child not some clone.” She spat vitriol with the words.

Something hot and bitter built up in his chest, an emotional bile leaving a horrid tang at the back of his mouth. “They’re ALL clones! Even if we had Child back in a new body it would just. Be. A clone!”

Scientist whipped around. There was a syringe fulled with a liquid he didn’t know clenched in her fist. “I can get him back; I have to get him back!” There was a crazy light in her eyes that Supervillain had never seen before. “I have to get him back, it’s my fault- I have to...I HAVE TO GET HIM BACK!”

“Scientist!” Captain’s voice cut through their argument. She looked to him. “Put the needle down.”

Tears streamed her reddened cheeks, nose scrunched with frustration and rage. Her knuckles turned white around the syringe. For a terrifying moment Supervillain feared he would need to overpower her to get her to stop.

Then her face fell. Relief flooded him as her arm went limp and the needle clattered on the floor.

“I can’t…I can’t do it, can I?”

Captain shook his head. “No.”

The way Supervillain’s heart fractured hurt so much worse than he could ever describe, swearing he could almost hear it. He didn’t want to admit it out loud but Scientist needed to know the truth. “Child is gone and we…we can’t bring him back…” He tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. “...and I can’t take having another son dead…”

Scientist looked at her hands with horror. “...we went too far…Supervillain we-...we killed our children…” She broke down, collapsing into Supervillain with a devastated cry. “We’re no better than Hero!”

“No, we’re worse...” He dug his fingers into the back of her lab coat. “And it’s about time we made that clear.”

Supervillain handed Scientist off to Captain with a pointed look. Captain nodded. “I’ll make sure she’s well.”

“Clone too, he was-”

“Already in bed, sir. I had the others care for him as soon as you left the room.”

“Good. I don’t know when I’ll return.”

“Understood.”

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The streets were quiet, the people locked away in their homes as if they could sense Supervillain’s rage flooding the city. He followed the route he knew Hero took for patrols.

Soon he was rewarded with a figure crouched at the edge of a roof. She was stocky and short, her hair tied up in a thick ponytail.

“Nope, it’s quiet here. ETA for base is about an hour. I want to check the low income districts one more time.” Supervillain padded up behind Hero silently. “Alright, I’ll check in in thirty. Hero out!”

“Hero out, indeed.”

She flipped around with a yelp. Her expression only became more frightened as she took in his towering form. A smirk pulled his lips. “It’s been quite some time. A year, right?”

Hero swallowed before trying to control her expression. “Since the funeral. You and Scientist...are doing well I assume? You haven’t kept in contact with the agency.”

“Why would we speak with the people who didn’t punish our son’s murderer?”

“The coroner declared it as an accident, Supervillain.” Her pointed glare only cased the burning rage to flair.

He sneered at her. “But it wasn’t, was it?”

Hero’s fear morphed to rage. She balled her fists as she stepped closer to him. He had to keep from throwing her as her face pushed right into his. “I deserved better than a villain kid as my sidekick. I’m the greatest hero in this city! He should have been put with Astra or Blackout; someone who’s just as much of a joke for a hero as your kid was.”

Supervillain held up a small remote. “Child idolized you. He used to say he wanted to be just like you when he grew up.” He hit the button on the remote. Hero flinched and grabbed at her ear where her communicator was. “I’m glad he never got the chance.”

“What was that? What are you-”

“EMP. Scientist designed this one. I don’t want you calling for help before I’m done.”

Her face paled again, bravado leaving in an instant. “You won’t, you can’t! The agreement-”

“Means nothing if Child is not here. We agreed to stop so long as he was training under you; he is no longer training.” His fingertips lit up with energy. He lifted them close to her face and the green reflected in Hero’s widening eyes. Supervillain considered his next move with a devilish grin. “I’ve been holding in quite a lot of pain this last year.”

“Supervillain-”

“I think it’s time I let some of it out, wouldn’t you? It’s so much more healthy to the grieving process.”

“Don’t be hasty!” Hero’s voice broke. Satisfaction rushed him as she scrambled to add back the distance she’d closed.

His laugh echoed in the empty streets. Deranged, heartbroken, lethal. Supervillain had missed the utter terror in her eyes. This was who he was at his core; a weapon that reveled in the destruction it caused. A predator killing just to see the blood painting the streets and bodies left in it’s wake.

For Child he would deny that part of himself; for his son he would sacrifice everything but his wife. Power, money, satiating the blood lust, he would give it all away for his son.

But Child was gone. Child was dead.

“Eleven months of stewing is hasty to you? How odd, it only took one for you to kill my son.” His tone was hard. It was clear he wouldn’t back down.

Hero tried to step back again but only found air. Supervillain closed the distance. Energy crackled from his hands all the way up to his shoulders. He felt a deep gratification as Hero decided to scramble from the building and run.

The hunt was on.

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Supervillain loved when the agency begged. One of the lower heroes was cowering by the door, clearly wanting to be elsewhere.

“Supervillain, I’ve been sent to request-”

“Another peace meeting, I know. I’m afraid we no longer have interest in such agreements.” He ran his hands through Scientist’s hair. It was a shame the request had come during family time. Clone Kid was asleep in Scientist’s lap, she was leaned on his side, the book he’d been reading abandoned on a side table.

Blackout swallowed thickly. “Please, it’s been months. The agency is willing to do anything.”

He raised his brows. “Are they? Absolutely anything?”

“...yes.”

“Fine. We’ll pace ourselves.”

“They want you to stop-”

“That is not a possibility anymore.” Blackout looked like he swallowed a rock. “We will pace ourselves if they denounce Hero and reveal what they did to Child.”

At this Blackout bristled. “What does it matter what Hero did to them? They’re dead and you have a new Child! Why would you need-”

Energy crackled up Supervillain’s hand, ruining the arm of the couch and waking Kid. Scientist shifted so he could stand. Rage boiled in every cell. “New Child? New? Child?! Kid is not Child, he never was and he never will be. Child is gone because of your Hero and it’s a dishonor of his memory to hide it!”

“A dishonor like cloning him and pretending it never happened? Using his DNA as a plaything to create a little fake so you can play house again?” Blackout’s rage disappeared instantly as the words registered. “No, wait I didn’t mean-”

Supervillain lunged. His hand wrapped Blackout’s throat as he slammed the hero against the wall. “Don’t you dare pretend to know why we made Kid, you insolent moron!”

Blackout clawed at his hand desperately. “I’m sorry!”

“Hmm.” Supervillain tightened his hold. “Hero was right; you are a joke. Not even a little fight.” Energy surged through his hands and the body hit the floor. “Captain?”

“Yes sir?”

“Have that delivered to the agency. Maybe they’ll get the message this time.”

“With pleasure.”

He turned back to his family. Kid was rubbing sleep from his eyes with a yawn as Scientist stretched out her legs. A softer smile pulled up the corners of his mouth. “We still have time before I need to go to my meeting, would you two like to walk with me?”

Master-list

#My writing #hero and villain #scientist x supervillain #corrupt hero #corrupt agency #child death #murder #the very last bit got lost and I frankly do not have the energy to re-write it #it just had a description of the memorial they made to the lost clones #I'm sorry this is late but I lost two of my pets and I needed time to grieve #uh hang on this needs a title #uh #a dozen for a dime

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caker-baker · 2 years

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Teacups

It took the old sidekick showing up at their door for the hero to finally open it wide enough, wide enough to invite another person into their secluded home, wide enough to pour tea, wide enough to sit down, and wide enough to talk.

Only after the wide enoughs and the formalities did the sidekick begin to beg.

“Please.” A simple word which held so much weight. “Please, Hero. We need you…I need you.”

“Don’t do this.” The hero responded simply. “I’m happy for this to be a social visit, but anything past that, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“So you’re giving up?”

The hero’s teacup slammed down, tea sloshing over the sides in reckless waves.

“I’m not going to entertain these agency fed questions. What list did they give you?”

The sidekick felt the paper crumple in their pocket when they shifted on the couch, halfway wondering how the hero knew, halfway wondering if they needed to go off script.

“They’re rampaging, Villain, I mean. No one can match them these days, we’re exhausting our resources.”

The hero listened to their former friend ramble while they stood, picking up the tea tray.

“We need you back. They need you back. There was always something there, right? If anyone can stop them–” They had followed the hero into the kitchen. “If anyone can stop them, it’s you.”

“You know where the door is.” The hero said after a moment of silence, beginning to rinse cold tea from unused cups. “I suggest you make use of that knowledge.”

“You aren’t listening.” The sidekick placed a hand on the hero’s shoulder. “If you could just–Mmph!”

They found themselves pinned to the wall, the hero’s hand over their mouth.

“I’ve listened. I’ve listened for the past year. These complaints and this whining. I’m tired, my contract is up. The villain can do what they want, I’m done.”

When the sidekick left, teary eyed and a cold feeling in their stomach, the villain came downstairs.

“You mean that? I can do what I want?”

“Within reason, darling. I already gave you too much space.”

The villain nudged the hero, taking their position at the sink.

“Let me.” They said, beginning to wash the tea set that the hero hadn’t finished. “I don’t like when they keep pestering you, considering how much you went through.”

The hero snorted. “Yeah, that was the fourth attempt? Fifth?”

“Seventh.” The villain corrected with a harsh sense of finality. “Seventh and the last, I’ll ensure it.”

“Hey, come on, don’t be like that. I know it’s rough, but it’s not forever. They sent my sidekick, so that’s probably the end of it.”

“God,” They sighed. “You really are too forgiving. I would end the agency if you asked. How many years were you there? A child, Hero, you were a child!”

“And the last one that they took. They don’t do it anymore.”

The villain only huffed, scrubbing and scrubbing until the cup shattered. “Sorry.” They muttered.

“Don’t be. I broke fourteen last month.”

“This is my tenth. I’m catching up to you.”

The hero laughed, a sound the villain loved so dearly, a sound that went missing when some agency idiot showed up.

“The bank on ninth has been skimming money off the top. It’d be good stress relief, only if you’re alright with it.”

The hero kissed the villain.

“Take ‘em down. And when you get back, we can install an electric gate around the front garden.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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black-rose-events · 1 year

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When the hero or civilian finds out about the corrupt Hero Agency:

[ID: Buzz Lightyear and Woody's "X, X everywhere" meme from Toy Story 2. Buzz has a gleeful expression and seems to be saying "So you see I was the good guy all along" as a scared Woody looks on. End ID]

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smilysstuff · 1 year

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Smily, pleasepleasepleeeeease can we have some more of the superpowers au?

It's only one post old and I'm already invested XD

Honestly the Superpowers AU is still in progress with a solid storyline, but I'd love to share small tidbits of the AU when I drew some more of it! Funfact : The Superpowers AU is actually a Soulmate timer au w/ powers 💀 I never really got to mention that because it'll sound weird without context.

The au is just one giant Tuckington fanfiction in disguise I'll tell you that. It originally started with "imagine, enemies to lovers Tuckington Soulmate au. BUT WITH SUPERPOWERS AND THEY ARE IN OPPOSING SIDES" I just went wild with this idea with a friend. But then I also went to have fun with the other characters in this AU too. I should definitely draw The Criminal!Reds and Blues with a pleased smile while in the background there's a burning Baskin Robbins. When I have the chance I'll share some more info bout this!

#rvb #red vs blue #Rvb au #Soulmate timer + Superpowers au #The nonsensical scenarios I made with this au #Tuckington having their moment while in the background Corrupted hero agencies #Mercs stealing shit and property damage everywhere

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heroes-villains-side-blog · 1 year

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Crawls out from your shirt on the floor

Ok now, before you go hitting me for no absolute reason.

Hear me out.

A hero, but every time they hero everything seems ok at first, but after they leave things take a turn for the worst.

Example: A summoned 'hero'

They take a child-a boy from his home world and 'beg' for his help to defeat a threat and the boy, having nothing else to do and the promise of returning home. Agrees.

He joins a war as a hero and fights, fights, and fights some more. Until finally, he takes down the enemy leader. A demon king.

He does indeed get to return home too, except. After he gets sent home, the truth is that the Demon King wasn't actually a threat, the people who summoned him just want the Demon King dead.

So, what did they do? Summon a boy from another world with no knowledge of this one, feed him propaganda after propaganda and show him the effects of the Demon King's existence which were fabricated by them to paint the Demon King as an evil tyrant.

It worked.

A few years go by for that kingdom, until they get into a war with a neighboring kingdom. What do they do?

Summon another child.

Turns out, it's the same child as the last. Who dismissed his adventure as nothing but a great dream.

The kingdom-naturally, takes advantage of that.

And so, this cycle continues again and again and the child none the wiser of the true intentions and hidden evil of the kingdom he's summoned to over and over again.

After all....

It's nothing but a dream, right?

Crawls back into the shirt and disappears

No reason?!?!?! STAY OUT OF MY CLOTHES! I'M NOT YOUR LAUNDRY!

Stupid bad people, poor demon king, poor kid!

omg I can't think of how Hero will get out of this, unless they luck out or someone in this wretched world is nice to them

My heart </3

*shakes out shirt* get out!

#heroes and villains #radiance1 #angst #young hero #bad civilian #bad hero agency #my asks #prompt #dreams #tw corruption #tw manipulation #good villain #tw war #other worlds #chosen one #tw death #cliche breaker

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roblingoblin285 · 1 year

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Day 63: Forced to participate (Fall From Grace)

Media/universe: Fall From Grace (OCs)

I'm back, baby!

“I don’t like this.” Spencer grimaced down at Rob’s apprentice assignment paper. “They expect you to, what, train her? Like how they trained us? That was abuse, Rob.”

Rob winced a little at the reminder. “I won’t let that happen to her,” he said weakly.

“I didn’t say you would. But that’s what they want, right?”

“It’s their training process.” Rob sighed. “It’s what they expect of all mentors.”

“But it’s fucked up,” Spencer insisted. “You remember how they treated us? You’re going to do that to someone else?”

“I won’t.” Rob put his head in his hands, rubbing his tired eyes. “I won’t, Spencer. You know I couldn’t.”

Spencer took a deep breath, sitting across the desk from Rob. “I know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”

Rob nodded, reaching out to grab Spencer’s hand and squeezing it lightly. “We’re going to change it,” he promised. “All of it.”

thanks for reading! please comment/submit an ask if you would like to be added to or removed from the taglist. Asks and questions about characters or plot are always welcome! 365 writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @sapphobugz Fall From Grace taglist: @thekittyburger

#hero whumpee #hero caretaker #hero whumper #the whole agency is corrupt #whump #writing #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #365 writing challenge #ocs #ffg!rob #ffg!spencer #ffg!rem

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oxenfreeao3 · 3 months

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I need Caitlyn “if I cannot become ungovernable I will become the government” Kiramman to have a full-on Machiavellian anti-hero arc so that The General Public finally takes her seriously.

Analysis:

I've mentioned it before, but Caitlyn's character embodies nearly all the traits of a Machiavellian with high cognitive empathy.

Firstly and most obviously, she manipulates systems and people to accomplish her goals. Vi would still be in Stillwater and much of Act II and III would not have happened if Caitlyn weren't willing to cleverly and unscrupulously lie and forge her way to success.

We can argue she's not a very good liar. I argue that doesn't really matter. One, her lies work. Two, she is clearly ready and willing to deceive so long as she thinks it's for a good reason. The inclination is what matters. I think the important question to ask is, "What is this character willing do to?"

Secondly, she's huge on agency. It's one of the main features of her character. She demonstrates (from the five-factor model): achievement-striving, assertiveness, self-confidence, emotional invulnerability, activity, and competence.

Regarding emotional invulnerability. I want to touch on this because I think it's missed. Caitlyn is an extremely guarded character. She reveals almost no personal information about herself, even to Vi. During high-stress situations, she flinches from her own vulnerability, tries to play it off, or compartmentalizes heavily.

Vi is the bleeding heart, the open book, the one who can't guard worth a damn (it's not even subtext, other characters say this to her face and I believe it has a dual meaning).

Meanwhile, Caitlyn waits until Vi is vulnerable with her and shows her respect before even giving Vi her name. (I have more to say about the "Cupcake" scene but that's for another time).

Other aspects of a Machiavellian character include:

Cynicism, selfishness, callousness, arrogance, deliberation and orderliness.

I argue that Caitlyn's character hints at the first one, gets away with the next three because she's "sweet," and blatantly embodies the last two.

Caitlyn in S1 is a sharp edge sheathed in kindness. We like what she's currently doing and think she's a Good Person because her trajectory aligns with our own sense of right and wrong. But Caitlyn is doing what she wants. What she thinks is right. Again, it's not subtext.

Marcus: "She does whatever she wants, I can't control her!"

And in S2, I think the same behaviors we currently love in her could easily be used to spin her down a corruption arc that leaves us a bit aghast -- but shouldn't leave us surprised.

I argue such an arc would be squarely in character.

Paraphrasing from the AMA:

"Everyone is a little bit opposite of who they are in Season One."

What will that mean for Caitlyn?

I don't know, but the recipe for a very interesting time is written all over her character.

#arcane #caitlyn kiramman #league of legends #arcane analysis #machiavellianism #character analysis #caitvi #violyn #piltoversfinest #vi #manifesting unhinged Caitlyn in Season 2

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winters-dream · 1 year

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Backup pt. 2

part 1

The next day, Villain stood in the middle of their kitchen, a steaming mug of coffee clutched in their hand. The time on their microwave read 1:02 pm and they were still rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. Last night had been more time-consuming than they cared to admit. Sidekick had really done a number on that villain, Villain didn’t finish the clean up until the sun had already started to rise for the next day.

They sighed as they took a slow sip from their coffee, mind racing with thoughts of the Sidekick. They had clearly been horrified by their own actions, this was obviously going to be a burden the kid would carry for the rest of their life. Villain just hoped they wouldn’t become a hero who killed in the name of justice.

They didn’t have much time to ponder over the events of last night as a frantic knock sounded throughout Villain’s home. Villain sighed as they set their coffee down and trudged through the living room to the front door. They looked through the peephole to see Sidekick standing on their front porch, their eyes red from nonstop crying.

They opened the door with a surprised hum, idly wondering how Sidekick knew their address. Sidekick looked at them with wide eyes and let out a sigh of relief that they knocked on the right door.

Villain crossed their arms across their chest and leaned against the door frame, a frown etched into their face. “Well this is an unpleasant surprise. What are you doing here?”

Sidekick sucked in a sharp breath at the villain’s tone. Villain supposed they could have been nicer, but they couldn’t bring themselves to care enough.

“I got it from Hero,” said Sidekick. “They keep a record of villains with their addresses in their office.”

Villain rolled their eyes at this. Of course Hero kept a record. But still.

“Why are you here?” They repeated.

Sidekick took a deep breath to calm their racing heart before speaking.

“I left the agency,” they said, earning a raised eyebrows look from Villain. “I couldn’t go back, not after last night. Not after I . . .”

They couldn’t finish their sentence, unable to acknowledge what they’ve done. They took in a shuddering breath in an attempt to suppress their tears, a hard lump forming in the back of their throat everytime they thought about it.

“After you murdered that villain,” finished Villain. They watched as Sidekick sucked in a sharp breath, their eyes becoming glossy and unfocused. Villain sighed. They supposed they could express some sensitivity, Sidekick was just a kid after all. Villain didn’t need to scare them more than they already were.

“Listen, kid. Heroes kill people all the time,” they said in a gentler tone. “That’s the harsh reality of it all. And what happened last night was an accident. You’ll take a few days off to get back to your normal self and then you’ll continue your hero work like normal.”

Sidekick shook their head, fresh tears streaming down their face. Their eyes stung and they were honestly surprised they had more tears to cry, and even more surprised when the villain placed a comforting hand on their shoulder. It was strange, receiving compassion and care from someone they were supposed to view as the enemy. But they didn’t pull away, the small gesture oddly made them feel less alone.

“I don’t want to kill people,” they whispered. That was the loudest they could speak now without bursting into a fit of sobs. “That’s not why I signed up.”

“I know,” muttered the villain. They pulled Sidekick through the entryway and settled them on the couch before their knees could give out on them. The sidekick was shaking like a leaf.

“Heroes aren’t supposed to kill people.”

“I know.”

“No one should have that kind of power.”

Again, Villain spoke a soft ‘I know’ as they rubbed a soothing hand over the back of their shoulder blades. They let a sigh leave through their nose, this time full of sympathy rather than annoyance. In a strange sense, they were proud of the sidekick for leaving the agency instead of allowing themselves to become numb to the concept of killing. And they told the ex hero as much.

“You’re proud of me?” Sidekick sounded surprised to hear such words come from the villain. But Villain nodded, sending them a reassuring smile.

“Yeah,” they said. “It takes a lot of strength to not let yourself be sucked into the cruelty of what really happens behind closed doors. To claim to be good when they have more blood on their hands than the villains they condemn.”

“It’s cruel and unjust,” they continued. “And you did the right thing by pulling away instead of becoming a new cog in the system.”

Sidekick sent them an odd glance, calculating as they studied the criminal beside them. “You seem to know a lot about the hero agency.”

The villain matched their calculated look with a sad smile. “Yes, well, believe it or not, I used to be a hero myself.”

This piqued Sidekick’s interest, they’ve never known that about the villain. Hero and Villain had been enemies for years and Hero had never mentioned that. Had they been partners in the past? Did Hero condemn Villain for changing their ways? Did Hero even know that about Villain?

“What happened?” asked Sidekick. They received a solemn look from the villain and a flicker of pain that went as soon as it came.

“It’s a very long, complicated and horrific story,” said the villain. But Sidekick insisted. They wanted to know what made Villain a villain.

So Villain shared their story. Of how the greatest hero the world had ever seen fell and became the villain they were today.

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