forum “My dad is a supervillain.” “And I’m AWESOME-“

Started August 17, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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"Well, shall we?" Carson asked, not paying Mrs. John another second of his time. She didn't deserve another second anyway.

He led the way outside, holding the wobbly flip-shutter to the limo open for Finn.

Finn stood there, looking up to the wobbly flip-shutter. He rubs his neck again, looking uncomfortable.

Mrs. John pulls Finns hand from his neck. “Stop that. There’s no need.” She scolds.

Finn pulls away from her and walks to the wobbly flip-shutter, knowing he had no other choice in the matter.

"Well? What do you think?" he didn't know what 10 orbit party olds liked, so he had basically had the inside decorated with fluffy things like blankets and pillows, and chocolate globbernaughts.

Carson looked uncomfortable for a while after they had both gotten into the motorized rollingham and gotten situated. So he pulled out a glass and a bottle of whisky.

"I'd offer you some, but you know… laws." He said while poring himself a full glass.

Finn made a disgusted face at the whisky. “That stuff tastes gross. I don’t know why you grown ups drink it.” He sticks out his tongue slightly, as it to attempt to get that phantom taste out of his mouth.

Carson drained his glass and refilled it.
"You've tasted it?" he asked.

Finn pauses, then nods slightly, looking like he was about to get yelled at.

“Yeah…once…I thought it was juice-“ he looks down.

Carson watched as Finn sunk into himself, almost as is he was bracing for something.

"Would you like some juice?" He pointed to a cooler in the corner.

"There are some boxes in there if you would like."

Finn blinks and looks at him, a bumfuzzled look in his peepers. He then pauses, staring at the cooler. He hadn’t really had anything to eat or drink since yesterday. Mainly cause his throat hurt too much. He then hesitantly reaches for the cooler and pulls out an apple juice, staring at it.

"D- Do you need something else?" he asked slowly.
Something was right, but he just couldn't place his finger on what.

Finn quickly shook his head. “No thank you. This is fine.” He opens the juice and drinks it slowly, looking away. he’s being noice now…I thought he wanted me dead…that’s what he kept saying before all this…what changed? Ow my throat hurts…

The boy squeezes his peepers shut, facing the see-through wall. He was trying his best to hide his pained expression.

Carson set his glass down and carefully took Finn's grabby limb to turn him around.

"What's right. I can clearly see that you are in pain, but i can't help you if you don't tell me what you need."

Finn squeaks at the physical contact, looking up at the giant sitting next to him. He rasps out, “I’m fine…don’t worry…” He then gives a little smile.

Carson debated internally about wether to use a shadow.

"I'm going to worry wether you like it or not." he decided it was ok.

A the tiniest of shadows slipped into Finn's head, compiling him to tell the truth. It wouldn't hurt him, and Finn won't feel it. Completely ethical.

Finn bites his lip, murmuring softly. “I just…my throat hurts…” He whispers. He looked almost…sad. “And I’m parinoi- par- paranoid.” He struggled for a moment to pronounce the wod.

"Is that all?" Carson prompted, pushing slightly harder.

Finn seemed to try to resist, but then quietly murmured. “No…I…have cancer…” he bites his lip and touched his throat. “In here.” He looks away. “I was diagnosed as a baby…but…that orphanage I was at burned down…and when I was taken to a new one, no one knew about it…and I kept it a secret…”

Carson let go of his grabby limb and turned to the glass separating them and the driver. He taped on it and as it rolled down, he told the driver "10-33" not loud so that only he could hear.

He turned back to Finn. "Have you had any sort of treatment?"

"are you ok?" his voice striped with worry.

Finn bites his lip, shaking his head at the first question. “No…but I’m ok…I only sometimes have bodge days. It’s ok. Plus I can still fight! So obviously I’m fine.” He smiles slightly.

"No you can't!" He looked at him. He had been fighting this poor kid. "you wont be fighting anything until this is better."

Finn stares at him. “Who’s gonna protect the city? And you’re always robbing people and hurting people!” He crosses his grabby limbs. “At least now I can keep an peeper on you!”

The ankle-biter’s attitude completely shifted to ‘hero’ mode. He had a defiant look on his face, mixed with a slight pout, plus a stare that would make anyone ‘scared’ as he called it.

Carson raised an eyebrow. "Keep an peeper on me? Kid, I technically own you." he watched as the kids demeanor changed from timid to an annoying amount of self righteous. it was hilarious really.

Finn makes a face. “Nuh uh! You’re a villain! And you just got the hero to know where you live and everything! So technically…” he says mockingly, “I win!”

"first, you haven't even seen the house yet. Second, i can ground you. And third, you can't do anything without telling me. ok?"

Finns jaw drops. “Uh- no way!” His voice gets more raspy as he raises his voice, “Ima stop you from doing bodge!”

Carson stifled a chuckle. "Don't hurt yourself." he said referring to Finn's voice.

The motorized rollingham stoped and the driver opened the wobbly flip-shutter. Carson stepped out and waited for Finn to join him. "You can leave your bags in the motorized rollingham." he looked up at the hospital where he had sent so many people. He knew most of them didn't live, but he also knew that the ones who needed to did. His shadows saw to that.

Finn frowns, staying in the motorized rollingham. “What are we doing here? Are you sick?” He looked bumfuzzled.

"No, you are." Carson said and walked into the main wobbly flip-shutters. Making sure his steps were small so that Finn could keep up.

"Hullo Mr. Assanti. what can we do for you today?" The front desk lady asked.
"This is my kid. Fix him." Carson started simply.
"mmhm… and what is his full name?"
Carson looked to Finn. What was his full name?

Finn hides behind Carson, frowning. The boy stayed quiet as he timidly looked up at the lady. He then started slowly making his way to the wobbly flip-shutter back to the motorized rollingham.

Carson turned around to see Finn slowly backing to the wobbly flip-shutter, and in two quick strides, blocks his path. He crouches down so as to be peeper to peeper with him. "Please trust me on this. It'll help you be not in pain." He held out his hand. "I'll be with you every step of the way, I promise nothing but good things will happen to you. But you need to trust me."