Just a quick idea I had. I haven't written much about EJ/Isaac so far, so I thought I might change that. Mostly wanted to improve my background skills tho 😏🤌
As you can see, his modifications resulted from his inferiority complex towards Jimmy. He optimized his eyes and replaced his right hand and spine with cybernetic prosthetics (he's paraplegic without it). While he still has nerves combined with the nano-tech and wires, he makes sure that his hand always remains steady for better aim and work flow.
His eyes have implanted contacts that allow him to see perfect, record stuff and connect to his computer (it's like a VR screen inside his eyes). And yes, he has small laser weapons in his limbs along with the octo-arms on his back. His cyborg hand can also stretch out from its joints and has a strong grip.
(Also yes, he uses steroids and other medical stuff to improve his physique - anything to be better in every way than Jimmy. Fun Fact: he would even use the shrink ray on opposite settings to be "bigger" if necessary 👀 works only temporary but Anthony ain't complaining)
I always see the evil Nicktoons crew (Dark Danny, Nega Timmy, Evil Jimmy and Doodlebob) as adults, which don't get me wrong, I love it to pieces, but I wanna see them all as kids!
Well, more like how Danny, Spongebob, Timmy and Jimmy are canonically. Meaning that the kids would be Nega Timmy and Evil Jimmy, with Doodlebob and Dark Danny babysitting them. I wanna see this so badly-
The Truth Hurts More Than Anything by Miss_Nihilist
SUMMARY:
Evil Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "Did he ever tell you what he did to his other clones?"
Timmy knew that he shouldn't bother asking. Evil Jimmy was, well, evil — there was no reason to believe a word that he said. Still, unease churned in his gut, and it pushed its way up his throat and out of Timmy's mouth in the form of a question. "Other clones?"
In which all it takes to shake Timmy's loyalty to Jimmy is the truth.
PREVIEW:
"So, uh..." Timmy set his pen down. He didn't feel like drawing anymore. "Did you ever have any, oh, I don't know... non-evil clones?"
"Sure did." Jimmy turned away from his computer to the work bench directly on his left, where he was connecting the wiring between two metal objects. "Unfortunately, the only time I cloned myself, it came out rushed and the clones were imperfect, so I had to de-clone them."
"De-clone them," Timmy repeated. He had a feeling that he knew what that meant, and he didn't want to hear Jimmy say it: not at all. But he also knew that he'd never forgive himself if he didn't ask. "And what does that involve, exactly?"
Jimmy spared one hand from his work to give a flippant wave in Timmy's general direction. "I froze them and ran them through my cloning-device backwards, breaking them down at the molecular level and separating them back into the base elements that were used to make them."
"Oh." Timmy tried to swallow. His throat felt like there was something stuck in it.
Stand up puppet boy! (Stand up puppet boy!)
Time to start the show! (Time to start the show)
You'd better do some brand new moves,
They paid a lot to watch you go!