Note:this is my first fanfic, it will be proofread but pls let me know if I accidently use a pronoun that is not gender neutral.
Let me know what their hero name should be! I will make a poll later on! I would like to also assign them a nickname so I don't have to use "y/n" ew.... anyways lmk luvs (or I will choose for you muahahahha)
There will be language, but if you watch invincible, I think you'll be fine.
Gn reader x Rex splode
When you had gotten a call from Cecil; him asking you to help out the best hero group on Earth, it was safe to say it was a huge surprise to you.
When you got your powers; it was due to the fact that a villain with powers that connected to the ghost realm. Spirit realm? Whatever you want to call it. Transported you there. You were eventually saved by a hero. Who? You have no clue you were knocked tf out lol. This resulted in you having powers!
And of course, our good 'Ole pall Cecil; insisted on you going to therapy. At the pentagon. You spent quite a couple of months there until Cecil saw you fit to go back into the world. Well, at least it gave you plenty of time to figure out your powers.
This leads you back your situation now. Considering how you aren't a superhero or anything like that; you don't have a hero suit. So you ended up settling for a muscle shirt and some cargo pants. Very Kim Possible of you. With lil goggles you got to keep any thing out of your eyes, you were ready to go. Or so you thought.
It seems through your excitement you forgot to ask Cecil what it was you'd be fighting. It was ghosts. You were fighting ghost. And oh boy, there were a shit ton of them.
As you were taking in the scene in front of you you heard a male voice, that sounded agitated yelling. "Hey! Don't just float there! Get your ass over here and help!". That is how you met Rex Splode.
The melancholy of listening to the soft Minecraft music fills me with a longing for a moment I know I may never return to again.
Listening to the grass rustle under the player's shoes as he sprints toward an unknown destination fills me with wanderlust that cannot truly be replicated in the real world.
And knowing that, I press onward, in a vain attempt to replicate those moments - to replicate the wanderlust. And in doing so, I wish I had a moment to listen to the grass rustle beneath my body as I sprint toward that unseen point. I hope to capture these moments and hold onto them for dear life.
