Hero was sent in an isolated cell with power suppression cuffs on his wrists. Apparently he was deemed as a "rouge hero" after the last mission to take down the mastermind criminal. Hero's team was impressed with his fighting skills and so on. However, his mentor didn't seem to like that one bit.
Not long after, Superhero arrived at the Hero's cell to discuss his last mission. Hero immediately gets up to confront his mentor, the glass barrier weakens his voice, preventing deeper interaction.
"I didn't do anything that upset you or the team! Please, let me out!" Hero pleaded, he felt lost and frustrated, his blood boils from the inside. How did he end up like this?
Superhero shook his head, like a parent punishing their child from a mistake "Your powers are out of control, Hero. You need to be isolated so that we can observe your powers."
The hero scoffed and looked away, holding back tears forming to his eyes. He couldn't trust his mentor after the betrayal.
"...was all of this happened because I took down Supervillain myself? Was I too good at my job that you doubt my abilities potential? I was just doing my job like you asked!" The hero screamed in frustration and banged the glass barrier. His super strength barely penetrates the thick glass due to the power suppression cuffs on his wrists.
"Exactly. That's why you're a danger to society, who knows that you'll turn around and destroy the foundation that we've created?" Superhero crossed his arms.
Hero flinched at the accusation of his own mentor, who they've been together long enough to form a bond like a family... And now, it doesn't feel like the Superhero he knew before. He became a total stranger, trying to prove his worth just to get accepted in the hero agency all over again.
"I...I would never do that. I care for the city and everyone else, why would I turn away from innocent people? I wouldn't let the city fall in the hands of the Villains!" Hero confessed with his heart and deep desire, is that enough to earn Mentor's trust?
Superhero didn't move an inch, then... he grins, an unsettling smile. He placed both gloved hands on the glass, as if observing the prey trapped helplessly inside the cage.
"That's exactly what I like about you. Dear Hero..."
"Huh?" The Hero looked at him anxiously, slowly backing off until he reached the white wall. Something about his tone quickly changed, as if that wasn't Mentor right in front of him...
In the blink of an eye. Superhero is already breathing down on his neck and slammed Hero to a wall. The barrier means nothing when it comes to teleportation power, Hero felt truly trapped. Not even the cell that supposedly prevents anyone from entering could save him from Mentor.
Superhero grabs Hero's jaw, forcing his attention directly to his predatory gaze. Hero glares angrily, the Mentor feels delighted now that he has Hero under his control.
"You always get in my way. You're too persistent to protect your beloved people and the city. That. Is why I need you out of my sight." A familiar, eerie grin smiled in Superhero's form is what Hero finally realized what was happening...
"...Supervillain" Hero grunts, his neck began to strain. Moreover, he didn't expect the mastermind criminal would act so soon, starting from Superhero. His mind was taken away, controlled by Supervillain...
"Ah, so you noticed, did you? Do tell me, Hero. How does it feel your beloved Mentor loses autonomy to someone who can possess their mind? I can do anything with this body, even destroy his reputation in the public's eye."
"N-no! P-please don't..." Hero attempts to squirm from his grasp. Supervillain simply redirects his gloved hands and cups Hero's face gently, mimicking the mentor's kind gesture.
"Don't worry, darling. I will take good care of you and your team. You may have destroyed my real body but that does not matter to me, however..." The mastermind criminal leans closer, whispering to his ear.
"I can make your life suffer as I please."
Hero involuntarily whimpers. Tears pouring out of his face freely, his body trembling slightly. Supervillain chuckled and gently wipes off the tear.
"Cry no more, dear Hero. Your new life awaits." He stated, then released the hero from his grasp. Giving him space to breathe.
Hero looks up again, but this time. Supervillain was already outside the glass barrier again. As if everything had happened earlier was out of the subject.
"I hope your team survives the next mission" Mentor blankly stated and walks away. Hero stood dumb-founded then quickly storms towards the glass barrier, realizing what he possibly meant.
"You won't get away with this, Supervillain! You hear me!? My team will find out eventually!" He screamed, banging the glass continuously.
Supervillain stopped at his tracks and looked back to his captured prey, unfazed with the cracks from the glass creeping in. "Oh? Who would doubt their Leader, Dear hero?" The villain, now impersonated as Superhero grins eerily and left the cell.
It's the anon who asked the ice powers hero who has white hair, lashes and stuff x fire Power villain
And it was so good! I absolutely love ur writing 😭
I was wondering if I could ask for another request, which is, detective (female) x villain (male)?
It's fine if you can't :)
Thanks 🫶🏽
Hi Anons! Sure! I'm going to combine your asks if that's all right!
Cold Case
Detective pinned another tack on the board and fixed a string of red yarn across it. What was she missing here? The suspect list had barely dwindled, and the more clues she found, the more questions she had. Who would be powerful enough to kidnap Hero? Was Hero even kidnapped at all? Maybe they ran away, but what reason would they have?
Detective fiddled with her pendant, as she always did when she was deep in thought. The metal was always cool no matter how long she would hold it. It was soothing.
“Those dark circles look dreadful, darling.”
Detective whirled around, going for the gun holstered at her hip. She stared down the barrel at the masked figure halfway through her window.
Villain held up his hands in surrender.
“Easy, not here to fight,” he said.
“Then why are you here?” Detective quirked an angry brow.
“Would you believe me if I said I was worried about you?” Villain asked, stepping closer.
Detective took off the safety.
“Give me one good reason to not exercise the self-defense laws.”
“I have information about Hero,” Villain said.
Detective stared blankly. Slowly, the safety went back on.
“Go on.”
“I was talking to some of my colleagues,” Villain said, “and they told me something interesting about my old nemesis.”
He paced around the office in a cautious manner, looking over Detective’s notes as he passed. The gun followed his every movement.
“They told me, she’s still in the city. In fact, she never left.”
“…What?”
Villain stopped inches from Detective, placing his hand on the gun and lowering it. She didn’t lift it back up.
“Supervillain had a team put together. A group of scientists, all of which had their licenses revoked for unethical experimentation. You know what he had them do?”
Detective gave a nearly imperceptible shake of the head.
“He had them alter someone’s memories. Remove some, replace some, build some new ones altogether. A whole new backstory for this person.”
“Hero…” Detective realized.
“Hero’s been living in the city as a civilian, none the wiser. Supervillain was free to execute his plans on schedule, without turning the whole city against him by making Hero a martyr.”
“And… where is Hero now?” Detective asked.
Villain smiled sadly.
“She’s working as a detective for her own case.”
There was a long bout of silence between them.
“What evidence do you have?” Detective finally asked.
Villain tucked a finger under her pendant.
“Who gave you this?” he asked.
“My mother, just before she died.”
“Hm. Interesting for your mom to give you a power-suppressing necklace.”
Villain reached behind her neck and unhooked the chain, letting the necklace fall to the floor with a dull thud. Detective cried out as a sudden chill overwhelmed her.
“I bet Mommy made you promise to never take it off, right?”
Detective tried to steady herself. The cold seemed to come from deep inside of her, chilling her from the bone outward. There was something else. She looked down and saw the reason for her lack of balance. Ice was spreading out across the floor. It melted at Villain’s feet.
“It took me so long to find you, and when I did, part of me wondered if I should even interfere. But I couldn’t take it any longer.”
Villain produced a syringe filled with a glowing, blue liquid.
“This serum counteracts any and all memory alterations. Let me use it.”
“I… I don’t-”
“Hero, please. Please come home.”
“Hang on a second- Ah!”
The needle pierced her skin before she could protest further. She fell limp in Villain’s hold. As her vision faded, a dam in her mind broke, unleashing a flood of memories that flowed through her hippocampus long after she had passed out.
…
Villain carried Hero over to the worn couch in the dingy office. He waited for what felt like an eternity before she began to stir. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Hero?” Villain asked.
She smiled, reaching to cup the side of his face. She lifted her head as far as she could and pressed her lips against his.
“I’m back.”
Villain didn’t bother to fight the tears that came. He sat his lover up and embraced her tightly.
“You’re back,” he sobbed, “you’re back.”
His cries were echoed by Hero’s own.
“I wanna go home,” she said, hugging him back.
Villain pulled away only to kiss her some more. He stood, hoisting her into a bridal carry. He flew out of the open window to their house. It had been half-empty for so long, Villain had almost forgot what being whole felt like. The power suppressing necklace lay discarded in the old office, serving only to collect dust now.
Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, experimentation, power suppression, betrayal
Villain had been so stupid. Had been so naive. Had been so blind that now they could see, they couldn't believe they had fallen for Hero's trap.
They lay cuffed to an exam table, power suppression cuffs tight on their wrists awaiting their torture. It was only a matter of time. It turned out that before Organization would kill them, they wanted to understand them. And those like them.
Or so Hero had explained.
"We've never seen anything like you and your kind before. But more and more of you are cropping up. We just want to understand it before we wipe you from the face of the earth," Hero said as they leaned over Villain.
"Fuck you," Villain hissed. It was all they could do. They were cut off from their powers. Cut off from any ability to escape. All they could do was sit and wait to be experimented on. To be vivisected and tortured to death.
Hero scrunched up their nose in disgust. "I can't believe you would think that I would stoop as so low as to work with likes of you. That I would need your help."
Villain felt their cheeks heat. Hero was right. Hero would have never done those things, and so why did Villain believe they would?
As the Scientist leaned over them, poked and prodded them, Villain realized they had time to think about that. Just as they had time to plot their escape. Or so they hoped.
"I don't think I'm going to peel your skin back just yet. No point in opening you up either until I'm ready," the Scientist said as they lifted a scalpel up and examined it. "That will come later, of course. Have to see how it all works, you know."
"Please, you don't have to do this," Villain tried. Perhaps Scientist was more reasonable. Perhaps they had a heart.
"I'm a scientist, of course I do! The world exists to be understood. And I need to understand you. But if I cut you open now, you'll just bleed to death, or at least I think you will. Several of my subjects have done so already."
Villain's mouth went dry. Several? They had caught and killed several?
"No," the Scientist set down the scalpel, "I think I'll start with testing your healing abilities. Don't try to lie, I know you have them. All of your kind seem to. But with these cuffs, you are cut off from most, but not all of your power. So I'm going to see how long it takes you to heal from various injuries. That will be fun, don't you think?"
Villain's heartbeat quickened. They were cut off from most, but not all of their power. They could do this. They could escape. And when they did, they would unleash the full extent of their power and destroy Organization.
power suppression either error or nightmare, or both i'm just curious what would happen if either of them get their powers suppressed
Power Suppression
Fandom: Underverse
Characters: Nightmare, Error, Ink, XGaster
Warnings: Power Suppression
Word count: 2,111
Summary: Error and Nightmare wake up in cells facing one another, in an AU that neither of them recognize.
Nightmare knew as soon as he opened his eyes that something was terribly wrong. For one thing, he could see clearly out of both of his eye lights, the second… He felt lighter than he had in a very long time. The third thing was that it was very dark wherever the hell he was currently. The last thing that he remembered was fighting Dream and Cross - the two of them escaping to places unknown as he and Killer just barely failed to go through the portal after them. Once he got his hands on Cross, that miserable fucking traitor was going to regret ever betraying him - then again, he’d been fucked around with by that Gaster of his timeline, so his decisions might not have entirely been his own.
He stood up, moving towards the pale source of light, stumbling a little and hissing as he realized that the source of the light was a magical force field that when touched - forced him back a couple of inches and stung.
In the pale white, flickering light, Nightmare glanced down at his hands, realizing that he was no longer covered in the tarry substance of the corruption that the negative apples had. His bones were white and he was… He was wearing his original outfit. Including - as he felt the top of his head - the golden circlet with the crescent shaped cut in the middle of it. Panic filled him as he tried to summon his tendrils, feeling something shift just outside of his full perception and agony shock through him, originating from his neck, wrists and ankles, driving the lord of darkness to his knees. He choked back the shriek of agony - not wanting to give his captors the satisfaction of hearing him react in pain.
Once the pain faded from his body and Nightmare could move - the fallen guardian of Negativity sat up, scowling as he tried to figure out just where he was. From what he could see of the hallway outside of his cell, all he could see was a white hallway in black trim. The color of the force field was strange - as in every AU he’d visited that had such magical tech, they were either light blue if they were a tale or a swap based AU, or red if he was in a fell or swapfell based AU. Occasionally it would be a light shade of violet in swap fells, but that was unusual. But never this over-bright white color.
Nightmare studied the magical shackles on his wrists, using the light to get a better look at them - noting the intricate carving of the runes that kept his powers suppressed and locked away. At least it meant that they hadn’t somehow taken the powers of the many apples he’d consumed from him. He had his power, though it was out of reach. He sat down and looked at the shackles on his ankles, finding much the same. Both sets of restraints were completely smooth - there wasn’t a groove or keyhole revealing a weakness that he might be able to exploit in trying to get them off. Not that there was much in the cell he’d been locked into - just a small cot fused to the floor, the material dark in color - and when Nightmare dragged the mattress he’d been laying on, it revealed to be the same flat black color as was on the trim on the walls outside.
Nightmare could very dimly sense someone close by. Having literally nothing else to do - and deciding that he was going to see if there was someone in the cell facing his - he called out (hating how light and soft his voice sounded in this weak form) “Hello? Is there anyone else down here?” Perhaps he could play the innocent, confused victim and con his captors into letting him go. Then he would make them suffer for daring do this to him. He knew for a fact that Dream hadn’t done this to him - for one thing, the other would never think to suppress his powers - and the second is that the other would be hovering at his side, waiting for the very moment that he woke up in order to try to talk.
He heard an agonized groan from the cell opposite of his, and the familiar figure of one glitchy outcode came into view. “WhErE tHE fUCk Am I? WhO aRE yOu?”
“I have no idea where we are - as for who I am… I’d rather not get into that right now.” Nightmare responded, not wanting to reveal who he was to Error just yet. “What’s important is - can you access your powers? I have some sort of… Restrictors on me that keep me from trying to teleport out of here - and there’s nothing in here that I can use to try to get out of them, either.” He’s never seen such an achromatic place like this before. Is… Was he dragged to an AU he’s never known before? By who, and for what purpose? Nightmare hated the lack of control, but was doing his best to suppress his emotional reactions. He won’t give them the satisfaction. “I have just a little bit of my passive abilities, but nothing more, as far as I can tell.”
“Of coUrSe I-” Error started, voice rough and staticky with irritation, before pausing for a moment. Less then a second later, the other let out a glitched yell of pain, and Nightmare noted that the other had fallen over backwards, completely stiff his arms and legs stiff and straight.
The lord of negativity waited patiently for the other to wake up, tapping one of his bare feet against the cool tile, keeping a regular beat inside his mind, finding that it took the other at least ten minutes to start to react again, groaning and shuddering on the floor, and another five to struggle up into a sitting position “I am sorry - I had just been about to warn you not to try to use your powers too much - the cuffs that they put on both of us caused me pain when I tried to use them.” He wasn’t really sorry - but pretending otherwise would hopefully encourage a sense of camaraderie between the both of them - so that if the other managed to escape his cell, it was less likely that Error would leave him to rot.
“HoW cOmE I didn’t h-hear yoU scReAmIng eArLIer?” Error demanded, squinting at him through the force fields “yOu LoOk LiKe A sWaP iN stRAnGe cLOtheS? WhAt Au ArE yOU fRoM?”
“You wouldn’t have heard of it, even if I told you. None of the outcodes have ever visited my AU… Not that there’s much left of it. It was destroyed long ago.” Nightmare responded factually. He sincerely doubted that Dream would have ever brought Ink to the shattered remains of their timeline - and while he did use it as his main base, he didn’t trust any of the outcodes enough to even think about taking them there. “I… I didn’t scream when the pain hit me. I-I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of hearing me in pain.”
“fAIr eNOUgh. HoW dO yOU knOW whO I aM iF nO oNe HaS bEEn tO yoUR tIMELinE?” Error pressed, continuing to squint at Nightmare, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at him suspiciously. “I wILl fINd A wAY oUT anD tHEn I wIlL mUrdEr thE wOrtHLEss gLIitcHEs WhO cAUghT mE.”
Nightmare was about to give a version of the truth - something about Dream having visited his timeline on his own before - when both of them heard the sound of a door opening, and two sets of footsteps.
“And I am telling you, with Overwrite and your knowledge of their powers, neither one of them has had the ability to escape, my dear friend.” A smooth, low voice that neither of the two caged and currently powerless beings recognized reassured. “Their code is unusual - it will take me time to reprogram them into more useful tools. If you would allow me to look at the negative one’s other half, I am sure that I would be able to reshape both of them. I am unsure if I can fix… Nightmare? I believe that’s what you called him? Without Dream being present as well. They are bound together in a way that I have never seen anywhere in the multiverse before.”
“And I told you, XGaster, he’s in the omega timeline, and having both of them in the same timeline will cause issues that you cannot handle easily. Dream is by far the weaker of the two of them, but his positive aura will win over your people to his side. It’s part of how his powers work - and Nightmare will be far more stubborn if we have Dream here. And Dream won’t trust me if I bring him here.” Ink responded, shaking his head a little.
Error screamed at Ink “YOU SON OF A BITCH LE-LE-LET ME OUT OF HE-HERE RIGHT NOW! G-GET THESE F-FUCKING CUFFS OFF OF ME, AND YOUR D-DE-DEATH WILL BE FAST YOU MIS-MISERABLE SQUID! I WILL TEAR APART YOUR FA-FA-FAVORITE AUS LI-LINE BY LI-LINE!” He threw himself repeatedly at the force field of the cage, as if hoping to bash through it by sheer force of will, hissing in pain with every strike.
“I had given you a chance to join our game, Error. You refused to play.” Ink responded, his eye lights, flat white circles as he stared down at the other, as the glitch trembled and thrashed on the floor. He glanced over at Nightmare, a small twitch of his lips upwards, as if feeling a pale shade of amusement. Not that the other was actually feeling anything. “You really do look a lot like Dream. You’re almost… Sweet in this form, Nightmare.” The guardian of creativity walked over, staring at him.
“Why is Dream’s trust something that you are after, friend? I can give you what it is you truly want and desire. His aura is only effective when you are in his presence, and the light emotions make you weak.” The Gaster pointed out, resting a hand lightly on one of Ink’s shoulders.
“Dream’s presence helps to bolster my positive popularity, which allows me greater access to the AUs that we visit. He is also the best healer I have encountered in the entire multiverse and his gentle nature makes him an excellent companion.” Ink answered. “Why he seems to think that Nightmare can be redeemed, I do not know. But his hope to find a cure for whatever happened to him - as well as his belief that Nightmare can be redeemed is what keeps him going. You take either of those things away from him and Dream will shatter.”
“Oh, please do elaborate on that.” XGaster responded with a small smirk playing on his face as the two of them started to walk.
Nightmare growled, his eye lights flashing in anger as he stepped closer to the bars of the cell he’d been forced into “If you dare touch Dream, I will rip you apart. You can only hold me here for so long. Dream may trust you for now, but I know him better than you ever will, you arrogant, soulless bastard. If he ever hears so much of a hint of what you’ve done in this world, he won’t ever trust you again… And Cross is with him in a place where you can’t directly approach the both of them to keep Cross silent.” Despite his irritation, the fallen guardian was smirking a little. The truth would will out sooner or later - and there was no way that Ink would be able to keep Dream out of this AU - and the other would be drawn to his presence. He just needed to be patient.
Error started to thrash against the force field again, screaming obscenities until he suddenly went down hard, his eye sockets covered in errors - his whole body glitching out wildly. A loading bar popped up over the other’s prone body, ever so slowly inching towards full.
Gaster and Ink left the both of them, unconcerned. “With his magic suppressed, I suspect he’ll be rebooting for hours. Just after a reboot is when he’s most malleable.” Ink supplied, staring at the prone form of his long-time enemy.
XGaster nodded “Very well, let us continue speaking, while I show you what I have added since the last time this world was RESET.” The pair of them were silent until after they vanished out of Nightmare’s sight and hearing range.
