“VILLAIN!” Hero shouted as they watched Villain get blown back from the explosion and into the retaining wall next to the building.
Villain lay face down in a crumpled heap. Hero could hear Villain’s wheezes as they ran up. They dragged Villain from the wall, and away from the crumbling, burning building. “Wake up, Villain,” they hissed as they dragged Villain along.
Villain groaned as their eyes fluttered open. “Hey,” they croaked.
“Hey,” Hero replied as they pulled Villain into their lap.
Villain had a cut over their eyebrow that was freely bleeding, blood dripping from the corner of their mouth, and their clothes were tattered and torn.
Villain coughed, their chest heaving. “Did I do a good job?” They gave Hero a crooked smile as they gasped for air.
Hero looked around at the scene. Supervillain’s headquarters were destroyed. Along with half the block. There were little fires everywhere. They looked back down at Villain and their ruined body. “No. No, you really fucked this one up.”
Villain gave a bark of harsh laughter that turned into a wheezing cough. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess I really did fuck up,” they muttered as their eyelids fluttered closed.
Did a birthday present for @rhapsoddity since one of his Helsmits is a jester and. I mean clowns can be considered spoopy. Anyways here’s Keloid, who I actually designed for Percy. I’ll post the design sheet under this but. This was so fun to draw. Happy bday, bestie
(reblogs w tags/comments are appreciated. Also telling Percy happy birthday in his inbox. Go spam him. Thankyu)
OH BABY HERE COMES THE SOUND TOOK A TRAIN OUTTA NEW ORLEANS AND THEY SHOT ME FULL OF EPHEDRINE THIS IS HOW WE LIKE TO DO IT IN THE MURDER SCENE CAN WE SETTLE UP THE SCO-OORREEE
The world was crumbling. She had just barely managed to escape from the building as it was collapsing, running for her life. She skidded to a halt as a large slab fell from the ceiling, looking up, only for her eyes to widen in desperate wonder as hope revived itself under her plastron, flaring out as a tiny spark.
The sky was a dark pinkish purple. She didn't have time to marvel, though, pink, fleshy structures stabbing downward, roaring and screaming ripping through her ears.
There was screeching. There was laughing. There was pain. There was... delight?
Four colors lit up the sky.
Four colors, blindingly bright, screaming at her as the sound of the explosion's aftershock grew louder and louder-
[War. Flashing lights contrasting a purple-pink background. Four colors. No, more. Blood. Severed heads and mutilated corpses. Webbing. Eyes. Legs. White. A dark, dingy cell. A lavish office. A disdainful face that went missing. A sinister smile. Smoke and twisted delight. A packet and stomach-churning fear. Guilt and satisfaction. Revelry and fear. It was a tangled mess of everything, and yet only a fraction of what she could consciously remember, come back to torment her until the end of time. Chained to these memories, but unable to let them go. This was holding back, and yet it was still gruesome and horror that no child of her age should ever have to live through.]