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

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

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He blinks. “Wait what-? How? How does that work?” He looks around.

A servant opened the door and handed Carson Finn's bag then quietly left.
"People work for me, remember?" he held out the bag for finn to take.

“Ohhhhhhh- right-“ he smiles and takes the bag. “Thank you!” He calls out to the servant. He then smiles at Carson and pulls out some very old looking clothes.

"Is that all you have?" he said in reference to the clothing.

He blinks. “I mean…I have two more pairs of clothes…”

He looked at his watch and stood up. "Ask someone to take you shopping." he moved to the door. "I have to get to work."

Finn takes a moment. “Can I watch?” He speaks up.

Carson freezes in the door way. "Not this time kid. sorry." he walked out the door and to the garage where he hoped into a car and drove off.

Finn sighs, then gets changed and fixes his hair the best he can. Then, he finds his way outside and looks around.

Carson parks in front of a small paun shop and walks inside. It was empty, thankfully, except for the owner who's face drained of blood as soon as he saw Carson.

Carson pulled out a gun, a silencer already attached to the end and aimed it at the man. "Hullo. tab's due." he said then pulled the trigger. the man dropping to the floor dead.

Carson removed the silencer and put both it and the gun into his pocket. He left, climbed back into the car and returned to his house.

Finn was wandering around, trying to learn the layout of the huge mansion he was now living in. He looked very confused and very overwhelmed.

Carson stepped out of the car and walked back into the house.

Finn looks at him, then narrows his eyes. “What did you do?”

Carson looked surprised. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I went to a business meeting. like i said i was going to do."

“Liar.” He crosses his arms.

"Oh?" he smiled and let out a playful laugh. "What do you mean liar? what's going in that little head of your's"

He sticks out his tongue. “I already called the police.” He huffs. “Why do you hurt people?! What’s your problem?!”

"Why did you call the police?!" Carson asked letting out an exasperated sigh. "What do you think i did?"

He holds up a phone, showing Carson a recording of him shooting the guy. “That. You did that just now. Luckily he’ll be ok.” He grumbles.

Carson looked at the video calmly. Then crouched down and pointed at the screen. "See that. that trickle of blood running down his forehead?" He took the phone and snapped it in half. "Hate to burst your bubble, but he's not ok."

Finn flinches, staring at him. Then, he kicks him right in the groin.

“And neither are you!” He growls. “I’ll let you know…I learned something!” He snaps.

Carson grabs Finn's foot before it can make impact and holds it there in a slightly uncomfortable position.
"Is that so?"

He growls, “Yeah!” He said in a challenging voice. This kid definitely had guts…even if he had a hint of guilt and fear in his eyes.