I am so excited to have finally updated this series, and I really hope you enjoy where the story is going. Featuring our multiversal constant Jerry, and the second appearance of my multiversal henchwoman, Leslie!
Note- The Silmarillion has not been made into a movie (I wish though). I do not own Lord of the Rings nor do I claim to. Shout-out to J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson for the books and movies, respectively.
This story is long, so it's going under the cut!
Hero had to admit, the indoor theater was pretty impressive. Instead of a small, dark room with a large television set, it was the size of one from an actual public cinema. The space was complete with reclining chairs that heated at the press of a button, along with a screen that took up an entire wall. State-of-the-art speakers surrounded the area, and there was even a fully-stocked concession stand nearby.
“Would you want to watch something before lunch?” Supervillain asked, picking up a small remote.
Hero was staring at their extensive remastered DVD collection.
“Um…” Hero muttered, not at all registering what Supervillain said.
Supervillain crossed over to them, following their gaze. They smiled a little.
“You enjoy the fantastical, I see,” they said.
Hero snapped out of it.
“Sorry,” they said, “I was just… some of these movies aren’t even out yet, how did you get them?”
“I have many special connections,” Supervillain said, “including some executives in Hollywood. Have you ever watched the complete Silmarillion saga?”
“They made that!?” Hero asked.
“It won’t be out for some time,” Supervillain said, “but Mr. Jackson has assured me that the films are a sight to behold. Though we’d be here for over a week if we attempted a marathon. Still, I’m game if you are.”
The movies seemed to call out to Hero much like the One Ring. The thought of their city in danger though… left to the devices of Villain and all of those other criminals…
“Maybe some other time,” Hero forced themselves to say.
“Very well, another time it is. It’s just as well, your first day here probably shouldn’t be spent cooped up in a dark room.”
…
By lunchtime, Hero had seen a spa, indoor gym, gaming room, indoor swimming pool, hot tub, kitchen, dining room, med bay, conference space, library, and ballroom. In fact, the only thing Hero hadn’t seen was the basement level.
“When we’ve established a stronger foundation of trust, I promise I will show you those rooms,” Supervillain had said.
Fair enough. It was probably where they did all their criminal scheming. Hero could practically see all the computers and surveillance technology, maybe some experimental test tubes the size of pillars, or radioactive bug specimens. Heck, Hero bet they even had a morgue down there.
After lunch- which was more decadent than anything Hero had ever eaten in their life- one of the henchmen whispered something in Supervillain’s ear.
The master criminal stood, adjusting their cufflinks.
“Is everything okay?” Hero asked, not sure why they were doing so.
“All is well, Snow Angel,” Supervillain said, “I merely have some business to attend to. Stay out of trouble, won’t you? I’ll be done by dinner.”
Hero watched Supervillain leave. They felt sets of eyes boring into their back; there was a henchman on either side of every doorway in the dining room.
Hero stood, picking up their plate and heading to the doorway. The henchmen stiffened.
“Where does Supervillain want me to put this?” Hero asked innocently.
The henchmen visibly relaxed.
“One of the housekeepers will take it,” the first said politely, “you can just set it down where you had it.”
“Are you sure? It’s no trouble,” Hero said, though they were already making their way back to the table.
“We’re sure,” the second said.
Hero almost passed them before a question popped back in their mind that had been flitting in and out of it all day.
“Do you know what they did with my suit?” Hero asked.
The henchmen exchanged nervous glances.
“Why do you need your suit?” the second asked slowly.
“No reason,” Hero said, “but I mean, I did make it myself. I don’t want anything to happen to it.”
“It’s probably in the laundry room,” the first said.
The second shot him a glare.
“Laundry room? Where is that again?” Hero asked, “I think we passed it earlier, but I get turned around really easily.”
The two henchmen looked at each other for an uncomfortable amount of time.
“I guess I could just find it myself…”
“No!” they both said quickly.
“I’ll… I’ll take you,” the second added.
“Great!” Hero smiled.
Hero went with the henchman, who, as they would learn on the way, was a woman named Leslie.
They ran into the gardener henchman on the way to the laundry room. It seemed like they were going to do a load themselves. They paled when they saw Hero.
“Relax, Jerry,” Leslie said.
Jerry, as the henchman was named, did anything but.
“Where are you two going?” Jerry asked.
“I want to make sure no one put bleach in my suit,” Hero replied cheerfully.
“Your-? But why do you need your-” Jerry looked terrified.
“They’re not gonna make a run for it,” Leslie said, “and even if they were, you don’t have to worry about it. You stop weeds now, not heroes.”
At that, Jerry did relax a little.
“Not my circus, not my clowns…”
Jerry muttered this mantra to himself all the way to the laundry room.
Hero found their suit in all its glory. It had been washed to a pristine condition. Any tears in the fabric had been expertly patched; not so much as a stitch was visible. Their boots had been cleaned and polished, and the hidden skates had been sharpened.
Hero grabbed it and went behind a privacy screen.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Leslie said, “don’t even think about it!”
“Can’t I make sure my favorite suit didn’t shrink in the wash?” Hero asked.
“No!” Leslie said.
“Really? Does Supervillain know you guys are so strict about my clothes? Should I tell them when they get back?”
Leslie bit her lip.
“No… just, make it quick. You don’t need to wear it for anything after all.”
“Mhm, mhm,” Hero agreed.
Once their mask had been slipped on, Hero stepped out in all their crime-fighting glory. Just as always, their suit fit like a glove.
“Looks great,” Leslie said, “now, how about you-”
A blast of ice knocked Leslie into the wall. Jerry’s wide eyes jumped between her and Hero repeatedly.
“Stop them!” Leslie shouted.
Hero dropped into a defensive stance. Jerry gulped, then opened the washing machine and dumped his dirty clothes in. He added gentle detergent and homemade fabric softener.
“Not my circus, not my clowns,” Jerry muttered, “I’m not getting in trouble again…”
Hero smirked. They skated out of the open room, down the hall, out the front door, and into freedom. When they got to the front gate, they sent a trickle of ice spreading across it. The frozen metal was easy to bend to their will. Hero was going to get the nearest transportation back to City, and then this whole mess would be over.
As they ran to the nearest bus stop, they couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for leaving Supervillain without saying goodbye. They pushed it down. They had kidnapped them after all! Maybe not directly, but they sure weren’t innocent in all this! Maybe they would run into each other another time, under different circumstances. Maybe.
People who should hold hands (In a gay way? Maybe)
Perimedes and Elpenor (I am a crackshipper in this instance)
Dirk and Todd (I am a shipper of men who are on crack)
Crystal and Niko (I genuinely thought they were going to be the badassest of couples when Crystal saw Niko surrounded in pastels and butterflies. Friendos though, also deserve to hold hands)
John and Arthur (Harlan Guthrie was right in Benevolent, if they held hands I *would* die)
The entire Mystery Gang (I haven't watched Scooby Doo in years. I did watch it near religiously in my youth though and still love it dearly. I think the gang would be at their best when in chain mode. Five stoner teens and their dog moving through crowds as a line.
A set of OCs from a dnd game I played (I won't get into detail. They're a mess. I love them. They're stupid. I don't need anyone else to know the context. Just that if they just held hands things would be better good God).
Jonathan Sims and Tim Stoker (But in a like. Handcuffed to each other Superhero episode kind of way. Maybe it could have fixed them. Maybe they would have blinded each other early on and roundabout fixed things. I don't know. They make me sick).
The Office Love Trapezoid in TMP (Just all the OIAR employees. Bond now everyone, it might just save you. They're doing pretty good? Teaming up, backing each other up, supporting one another and recognizing the danger of their work. I have hope. Which means they absolutely *need* to hold hands because if they seem like they'll be fine that means they're fucked and the only thing that can save them now is some good old fashioned MLP style friendship death rays).
Leif and Bert Bert (I just listened to the new Midnight Burger episode *and* finished Young Leif and like. Guys. They loved each other. They love each other. They're so. Important).
Casper and the Mucklewaynes (or however you spell their last name? I just think it would be good for them. He's a stressed dad and their his oldest friends and they have never actually met face to face so like, the opportunity to hold hands would be peak).
Summary: Jerry is insane and you know that ... yet you tried to escape her. She manages to find you and promises that you'll never dare to do this again.
Warnings: mentions of nsfw, knives, threats of torture, belittling (?), 'horror' themes
Word count: 0.5k
A chuckle echoes throughout the warehouse. You put your hands over your mouth to silence any noises. You’re currently hiding behind a big pile of dusty boxes.
“I know you’re here somewhere”, the woman sing-songs amused while twirling the knife around her fingers. “You can’t hide from me, baby boy/girl!”
“Jerry, I don’t think they’re here”, the man beside her says.
She glares at him and points at him with her knife. “If I were you I’d keep my filthy mouth shut and let me find them! Then you might keep your tongue until you meet your wife again! Otherwise I’d start researching how to use my dick correctly.”
The man blushes and backs away. Jerry rolls her eyes and looks around the dark warehouse.
“Y/N, if you come out now, I’ll not punish you”, she shouts.
You can’t keep yourself from scoffing. She’s lying and you know that better than anyone else. Jerry smirks for herself.
“I heard that”, she says cockily. “Don’t you trust me, baby?”
No answer. You hug yourself closer, thoughts only thinking about how much you hate Jerry.
“Baby, come out now and you’ll not get hurt”, Jerry says with a smile. “I promise!”
“You’re lying”, you answer quietly. “I don’t believe you.”
Jerry smirks and starts following your voice.
“That makes me sad, Y/N”, she says with false sadness in her voice. “If it weren’t for me you’d be dead by now. The least you can do is not run away from me.”
Something moves in the corner of your vision. With a horrified glance, you turn your head to see the woman appear beside the box. She notices you and breaks out in a predatory smile.
“Hi”, she says and tills her head. “This was not a good idea, was it?”
The air gets knocked out of your lungs. You glance down at the shining knife in her hands, not doubting that she’d use it on you. What should you do? Run? Surrender? Beg for your life? Before you have time to come to a conclusion, she’s already reached you and placed the knife against your throat.
“Baby, I didn’t want things to come to this!” she sighs and caresses your face with her free hand. “I don’t have time to play hide and seek with you, don’t you get that? I’m busy.”
“J-Jerry …”, you gasp.
“Yes, baby?”
“I-I’m sorry-”
“Oh, you're sorry now? You weren’t sorry when you ran away from me when I was so nice to bring you outside for once! This is how you repay me?”
You choke out a sob and shake your head desperately.
“I won’t forgive this easily, Y/N”, Jerry says and removes the knife from your throat. “I’ll punish you greatly for this.”
You crawl over to her and bury your face into her thighs, begging her to show you mercy. Your tears wet her black pants and you’re sure that your grip on her will cause her to bruise up. She sighs and starts running her slender fingers through your hair.
“My stupid, little boy/girl”, she purrs. “You don’t know anything, do you? You need me to think for you, hm? Don’t worry, baby, I will make sure you never dare to do any of these stupid stuff again. I’ll break you until there’s not a single thought in your head.”
Her words make you shudder in fear. There’s no way of escaping this madwoman. She’ll never let you leave.
I started out wanting to draw more Morty expressions, especially with Shep who tends to look like a Cool Dude(tm). Ended up drawing their individual families-- though some designs are not final.
Alpha’s family lives on a very verdant planet, and floral, airy, gauzy fashion is in. Both Alpha and his family are on the younger side of standard.
X’s family lives in a standard version of Earth, though Beth eventually kills Jerry.
E’s family is from a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Summer and Beth are both warriors/hunters.
God, can't believe I'm only two hours out from the end of a fourteen session, four month long, 300 page Google doc dnd game and instead of resting all I want to do is write the follow up epilogue and the four thousand pages of prequel/alternative perspective stories. Even in the end I am not free.
