#super yt

[hdawg1995]

i havn’t forgotten about the Super YT series with N Sharp, The Theory, and officer Pliler i just don’t have any ideas

[hdawg1995]

Super YT Stories: Notice me

(in my excitement over nate’s cover of “stand out” i was inspired to write a fic)

Four days.22 hours.3 minutes.

The Theory’s internal clock was keeping track of how long it had been since N Sharp got hit by that... kai blast? no no it was a spell, just had the same energy of kai.

passing behind the helmet dawned man in the duo’s (well he considered himself a part of their team, so maybe trio was better) cave HQ was Officer plier. Mark was no where near level headed but he was enough to be a great cop- however, the fact that N Sharp was slowly fading away was making him anything but leveled.

a few feet away in the make shift bed room The Theory and N Sharp use when they can’t exactly just go home after a mission (or in TT’s case most of the time- he doesn’t want to), N Sharp laid in the bed staring at his hand as it faded in and out of existence. when he first got hit with the kai blast- sorry, spell- they thought it was just a powerful energy beam. after a day N noticed people were having trouble hearing him. it was around day 3 when he might as well have been mute since the only person to hear him was Chika. 

his powers have been rendered useless- he tried using several songs but no one heard them except him-, he can’t talk to anyone, and now-day four- his body is starting to fade. The Theory has been at this fancy computer since day 2 (he had a theory that the kai blast spell might have just been slow acting) and they still don’t have any answers.

N sighed and closed his eyes. so much for being a cool super hero... he thought as he tugged at his cape to wrap it around himself. is this how it ends? fading away with no one to even hear me say good bye? the thought didn’t sit well with Nate. he growled and sprang from the bed and stormed into the main cave.

“-can’t even use his powers let alone talk and i just-” The Theory paused to sit his head in his hands. he was stressed and needed a break, but every second they don’t have an answer is a second Nate continues to fade.

Theory jumped a bit when he felt N Sharp’s hand on his shoulder. 

“oh! N Sharp! oh...i... i didn’t even hear you walk up behind me...”

‘i think i just can’t create sound anymore...’ N Sharp said with a sigh, not that it mattered.

“Don’t worry Sharp, we’ll figure out how to reverse this.” Mark placed a hand on N Sharp’s shoulder and all three of them jumped back -Mark falling on his butt- when the elder’s hand phased through the seafoam clothed male.

the two heroes stared at each other before the one in the helmet went back to his computer. Mark stood up and proceeded to take out his phone.

“I know your computer is fancy and all but i’m going to google search ‘cure for fade spell’ if thats alright with you, Theory.” the officer’s hand trembled as he fiddled with the device.

“What ever makes you feel better” -Theory paused- “wait, the most simple solution could be the most likely one!” Theory stood and looked over the elder’s phone as it loaded the search results.

Nate strode over silently- his shoes typically made a echoing tap in the cave. he really was just not making any kind of noise now- and also looked at the phone. as the results loaded the three held their breath until Mark’s eye went wide.

“In order to cure a spell related to someone or something fading away-” Mark stumbled over his words in his excitement.

“- the source of the spell’s origins must be found and any and all runes, sigles, gliphs, or chalk out lines must be erased-” Theory picked up after him when he grasped the phone to keep it steady.

‘if they are not erased, removed, or broken the spell will take...’ N Sharp’s voice wavered as the final bit was read silently by his companions. no one wanted to read the final part about it taking 5 days for the spell to be completed.

with no time lose, Theory leaped back to the computer.

“if they used chalk they would need to have used a covered area, like a cave, a basement, something.” his fingers were a blur as his mind went into hyper drive.

“theres a cave just outside of bliss park.”-Mark dared to type in the coordinates to the cave into theory’s computer- “we get reports of strange lights and sounds coming from it. since we havn’t had a chance to investigate we’ve told civilians to stay away from the area.”

‘that has to be it then! i’ll meet you guys there!’ N Sharp stated with a snap of his fingers as he dashed off for the exit.

“Then lets check it out! come on N Sh- N Sharp?” Theory turned in his chair to see the empty cave behind him.

“He- he was just here! Theory could the spell have-”

“its been 4 days, 22 hours, and 19 minutes. calm down. he probably got a head start and went to the cave.”

Officer plier sighed and then speed off with theory.

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N Sharp sat, staring wide eyed and just about see though at the very large beast blocking the entrance to the cave and his cure. the beast snored loudly as the seconds ticked by. it took him about 2 minutes to get to the cave thanks to his speed boost song -Cake’s The Distance- and the others were right behind him but it was clear Nate’s time was running out FAST.

when Theory and Mark showed up the two were just as heart broken as the musician. 

“Don’t worry N- N Sharp, we’ll figure this out. i promise.” Mat’s voice was wavering. he knew little to nothing about magic and the science behind it.

“hey! WAKE UP!” Mark- being the panicking genius he is- threw several rocks at the creature. it did not move.

“we gatta get in that cave. that thing is hiding something and i KNOW its the key to saving N-N Sharp.” Mat cleared his throat. that was the second time in not even five minutes he almost said Nate. 

to be fair, Theory wasn’t about to lose his friend. even if he didn’t know N Sharp was the youtuber Natewantstobattle and by extension his friend he would still be trying this hard to save him. it just... now that he had a name and face to the mask...

“wake. UP!” Mark continued to throw rocks at the slumbering gate keeper but it did not work.

the officer’s hand trembled and hovered over his gun on his belt but refused to draw it. yes this is a emergency but he wasn’t about to fire off a damn gun just to wake it up. calm down Mark, theres always another way.

almost on cue the pair heard what sounded like a drum beat. turning they saw N Sharp pounding away on some invisible drum set with his sound enchaining drum stick devices. they were shocked he was able to make any kind of sound at all but what made them concerned was the amount of pure hope and desperation that consumed N Sharp’s face.

“N what are you doing?” Theory asked out of habit- the drum sticks NEVER came out unless N Sharp was doing something stupid. 

the only reply he got was a head nod at the cave behind the pair and a rumble.

“open up your eyes, take a look at me! get the picture fixed in your memory...”

N Sharp’s voice rang loud and clear thanks to the drum sticks. as if obeying the lyrics of the song, the beast awoke with a growl and locked it’s 4 eyes onto the sea foam hero. with a roar it charged out the cave and N Sharp scrambled to get his feet moving. Mike and Theory fell to the side to avoid being trampled.

“His drum sticks! they enhance his powers, so they must be-”

“Theory not now, we have to get in that cave!”

“right!”

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running for dear life, singing his heart out as he became even more see through, N Sharp had the beast focused on him and it was gaining!

“and once you’re watchin every move that i make ya gatta believe that i got what it takes!”

he slide down a hill and the beast slashed at him. it tumbled after him into the city. at this point N’s arms were sore from running and playing his drums but he had to keep going- if he stopped it might kill him or the song’s power would stop and it would just go back to the cave.

“ if the squeaky wheels always gettin' the grease I'm totally devoted to disturbin' the peace-” he sang as he skid to a stop before running across the street, the creature tearing up the cement in it’s chase. “- And I'll do it all again, when I get it done Until I become your number one!”

mean while, The Theory and officer Plier have discovered a large room in the cave covered in chalk lines. Theory’s plan was the do a quick run over of the chalk lines and let his super computer brain do the math for him and deshpyer which was most likely the one they wanted, but Mark had other plans.

“Fire in the hole!” he shouted as he pulled out a water gun and hosed the walls, the chalk melting away along with what ever spell they held.

back in the city, N Sharp had run into an alley way on accident. turning, he felt like he was staring death in the face as the next lyrics fell from his lips.

“I'm under a spell, I'm in over my head And you know I'm going all of the way, till the end...”

the monster roared and tried to fit into the alley way but it was a fool’s cause. ether way N Sharp backed into the alley until he got to the end. he belted out lyrics as he heard the sounds of civilians screaming- he REALLY needed to keep this thing’s attention. his breathing was rushed and he felt like he was going to pass out. as he sang he looked around the alleyway for some way of getting out if worse comes to worse. unfortunately, his eyes landed on a shiny trash can lid. there was barely a reflection in it! clenching his eyes tight he spun around and hopped all that training he did with theory wasn’t wasted.

“all i need is half a chance-” -he ran toward a wall- “a second thought-” he leaped to the next- “a second glance to prove-” another leap- “i got what it takes!” he flipped and landed on the roof of the building, panting and taking the original song writer for this pause in the music.

“its a piece of cake..” he chuckled but he didn’t have much time to relax, the beat kicked up again and if his drum sticks were going that monster would be sent off after the good citizens of ewe toobliss.

before N Sharp could begin singing again the creature cried out. startled, the masked hero leaned over the edge of the building to see the creature shift and morph in what looked to be a very painful manor. 

many of the chalk lines in the cave were associated with the creature- one to grant it speed, one gave the creature night vision, another kept it from imploding. Theory learned all this as Mark’s water gun hosed down the walls of the cave.

“none of these are going to save N. were running out of time!” 

“whats the probability of this one on the floor being the chalk line that connects to the fading spell?” Mark yelled as his anxiety was getting the best of him.

Theory stared at the floor and with more will power than necessary, he pointed at the chalk line and said firmly “100%, thats the chalk line.”

as N Sharp’s song started to come to an end he only kept singing to keep himself there. the monster faded away a moment ago and now Nate was only a voice and floating Drum sticks as far as he could tell.

“til mine’s the only face you see...gonna stand out-” he glanced down back into the alley and found the trash can lid and was met with his own face! opaque and smiling like an idiot.

he clutched at his heart and laughed out the last lyric before falling over on the roof. that was close. too close.

“N Sharp? N Sharp are you there? oh god answer...” the worried voice of The Theory entered N Sharp’s communicator. with a shaky hand he pressed the button to answer it.

“woooo! you guys were just in time!” he could hear Mark screaming with joy and swearing at the chalk thought Theory’s mic. 

after this Nate figured he would take a well deserved break from heroing and get back to his music for a few days.

[hdawg1995]

Super YT Rambles: N Sharp’s “play list”

i’ve decided to list a few songs that N Sharp uses and how. Nate’s powers allow him to use the songs to aid and support himself and other around him, but they also have other affects (in this fanfic N Sharp used his powers to heat up the criminal’s gun and even made the robber feel like he was on fire but wasn’t) and i just want to list them and keep track as i think about them. this is not a full list, this is just as i go along and think of songs.

Songs whos lyrics have affects (he can just sing bits of it rather than the whole song)

Disco Inferno: Heats up what ever Nate gestures to. Nate can control how hot the object/person gets- can in fact start things on fire and has done so in testing his powers.

Drop it like its hot: similar to disco inferno, but the object has to be held (rather this works on a person has yet to be tested) and can cause the object to become so hot it melts. Nate can not control how hot the object becomes- it continues to heat up until it is dropped (this is why it has not been tested on a person being held by an object/other person).

Kick it up a notch: specifically the line “Kick it up a notch!” and the course itself, the song gives N Sharp a small boost to strength, speed, resistance, and if he would to sing the whole song he would gain a jump boost. if he plays his Air Guitar he looses the boosts but everyone around him gains it. NateMare used this song (the “kicking up the evil bit”) to defeat N Sharp since N tried to use it in their first battle.

Songs that only work if sung fully/during the whole battle (these are the songs that nate sings in a battle or in the open)

Reluctant heroes: a war cry of sorts, this song boosts the moral, strength, and over all power of nate and his allies. the boost grows in power as the song continues- when the song gets to the first minute its a X2 boost, at the first ‘reluctant heroes’ line it goes to a X3, a X4 at the next, and it continues until the 2 minute mark (X6) and from there nate has to focus on who gets the X7 boost -either himself or one other person- and once the song ends the boosts are retracted slowly, so even if n sharp is no longer singing the affects of the song can last 2 maybe 3 minutes. due to the fact that Natewantstobattle covered this song, if N Sharp would to use this song his identity would be revealed, so it is avoided at all costs. (NOTE: im changing this a tiny bit. i decided in the fanfic world nate ONLY covers anime songs so anime songs are to be avoided. the reason being is i had an idea for “stand out” and nate covered it but its important to some plot points i have so ‘screw the rules im making this up as i go’)

Victorious: this song is N Sharp’s strongest, most powerful song. “tonight we are victorious” is all N Sharp really needs because of the nature of this song- it takes a page from The Theory’s book and manipulates reality itself in order to grant N Sharp the victory. however, the huge down side of the song is the very next time he wants to use it the song will not work, and will even back fire. this was tested many times- the last time being the last due to the fact that N Sharp nearly lost his head. only uses this song in extreme emergencies. 

Stand out: N Sharp becomes the center of attention for one or more individuals. they are physically incapable of looking away from him and are even coxed into chasing him if he wills it. when combined with his air guitar or drum sticks he can attract more targets and even objects. this song is also used if N Sharp gets separated from The Theory or Officer Plier. 

Songs that can work well as stand alone lyrics or full songs (wild card songs that N Sharp uses out of habit or to let another song’s power refresh)

welcome to paradise: bits of the song can be played to give a boost to N Sharp or those around him. the song appears to have “no affect” when sung fully, but it reality it calms the area and relaxes tension. because of this, N Sharp typically air guitars/drums this song out while on patrol (he doesn’t sing it, letting the song’s power refresh faster, allowing N Sharp to use the song more often). the lyrics “Welcome to paradise” instantly calms the target but can’t be used on more than one person. “dear mama can you hear me laughin?” and “dear mama can you hear me whinin?” works like “stand out” and gains the attention of the target(s). 

[hdawg1995]

Super YT stories: Time Skip

“w-whhaha- what is that, TT?” N Sharp found himself laughing far too hard at the adorable thing sitting at The Theory’s side.

“This...” the other hero stooped down to scoop up and cradle the robot. “...is Skip!”

purring happily in The Theory’s arms was a clearly robotic cat: if N Sharp didn’t know any better he would have thought the cat’s head was a smaller version of his companion’s helmet.

“I built him to keep an eye on the head quarters.”

“so instead of a guard dog, we have a robot cat?”

on cue, a more than excited bark echoed in the literal cave-N Sharp thought the acoustics were amazing- that was the duo's hide out. trailing behind the dog was the unofficial member of the hero team, Officer Plier.

“Hey guys, whats that?” the police officer tipped his hat in greeting. he approached The Theory with Chika the K9 officer trailing behind.

“Skip apparently.” N Sharp gestured to the cat, although his voice was a much higher octave.

The Theory adjusted the robot in his arms, the cat’s scanners locking onto Mark instantly. there was a soft purring sound, like a computer fan. the cat’s tail twitched and Skip crawled out of his position, taking a step closer to the officer. Mark took a half step back, N Sharp crossing his arms and tilting his head.

“haha don’t worry officer, it’s Skip’s security system.”

“why didn’t it do that to me?” N Sharp idly took out his drum sticks and twirled them between his fingers.

Theory out stretched his arm toward Mark, allowing the cat to walk out on it and get a better look, tail twitching, the purring getting louder.

“I programmed him to recognize us through simple yet iconic traits- as his creator he recognized my speech patterns...”

N Sharp tapped at the air with his drum sticks, beating out a very faint drum version of the Jaws theme. he chuckled at the glare he received from the man in uniform and his smirk only grew when the cat decided to get even closer.

“He recognizes N Sharp’s voice as well, a long with that bright neon green mask...”

“its sea foam.” N Sharp’s retort was accompanied by a bu dum dis. The Theory rolled his eyes at Skip swiped at the officer’s hat, knocking it onto the canine beside him, revealing neon pink hair.

“...And Mark’s bright hair dye!” Theory smiled behind his helmet, happy his creation figured out why it’s scanners weren’t able to pick up the man’s hair color.

Skip purred again, the tail no longer twitching as it leaped for Mark’s shoulder. the actions of the robot caused a small bark from Chika, gaining the attention of the cat. to The Theory’s surprise, the tail twitched aggressively.

“oh no...” Theory took a defensive stance as he hesitantly reached for the cat. “nononono i forgot to add Chika!”

the cat’s motor whirled as the visor turned red and the tail shot up in the air. Chika, in her innocent doggie mind, sniffed up at the robot. there was a hiss and if Theory hadn’t caught the cat in time Mark would have thrown the robot -and its set of sharp claws- across the room and away from his dog.

“i forgot to add Chika no no-OW! Skip shut down! shut down!” The Theory struggled to keep the cat under control but the claws were sharp enough to puncture his usually indestructible suit, nicking his skin.

N Sharp exchanged his drum sticks for a neon  sea foam guitar pick and started to strum a set of invisible strings. the “Air Guitar” played a soft tune directed at Skip.

“hush little kitty, don’t c’you purr” the singer took a few steps toward the robot. “N’s gonna your mocking- OH GOD!” 

N fell back as the robot leaped at him, clawing at the non existent guitar. Theory made a mad dash for the cat, shouting various commands that seemed to be ignored. Skip hissed and bared it’s claws at the police dog who innocently wagged her tail at it. a moment before the cat reached it’s target it’s tail was grabbed by the man in blue.

Skip wailed and yowed as it seemed to be confused as to why it was upside down. Mark holding it up and looking it over.

“i think your cat has a few bugs in it, Theory.”

“i am SO sorry!” Theory took hold of the cat, pressing a plate on it’s back. the cat froze in both sounds and movements as Theory fiddled with it.

“You alright over there N Sharp?” Mark called as Chika strolled over, blissfully unaware of the fact she could have be seriously harmed. N Sharp layed on the floor, his cape wrapped around him protectively as the dog nuzzled him.

“Yeah. Fine. Thank you for caring officer Chika.” his voice was shaky as he reached out to pet the pooch.

“okay this was a terrible idea, i can’t believe i forgot chika...” The Theory muttered to himself as he took the robot back to his work bench.

“nah i think this was a great idea.” Mark gave Theory a pat on back as he worked. “you wouldn’t have found out none of Skip’s commands work.”

Theory nodded as he tinkered. how could he forget Chika? the dog spent a whole week in the head quarters after she got hurt and she was at his side when ever she felt like walking. Mark talked about her non stop and N Sharp sang the dog to sleep when she had anxiety. Chika was just as important as Mark! how could he...

he didn’t.

Theory’s scans confirmed he put the dog’s innocent tail wag into Skip. Skip had several videos to pull as reference, the sound of Chkia’s bark, even a voice clip of Mark calling her to get the dog to come closer for a scan! WHY did Skip go into attack mode?

“Hey TT!” N called as he petted the dog. “Have Skip recognize Mark’s hat!”

“what? why would that be....”

Chika sat, tail wagging happily as Mark cuddled the dog. The police officer’s hat sat slanted on her head, covering an eye. with a palm to the visor of his helmet, Theory reached into his pocket and snapped a picture of the scene with his phone. he grumbled about how it was stupid and how it wasn’t going to make a difference as he uploaded the image to Skip’s database. hesitantly he flicked the cat back on. he looked at him and purred, scanned N Sharp -who did a quick doe ray me-, scanned Mark, and than set his scanners onto the dog.

it was a long moment before the cat purred and rubbed against the dog. Theory didn’t know he was holding a breath until he exhaled.

“wait a minute...” Mark mused as he picked up the robot. “Why is it named Skip?”

The Theory was curious about the question, raising a brow behind the red tinted visor.

“I named him after m-”

“Did you know Mat Pat of game theory has a cat named Skip?”

Theory nearly fell over. oh right, Mark is a fan.

“y-yes i DID! a-and thats who i named him after. yup. cat pat.”

“so you DID watch his videos! whatd you think of them? do you think luigi really is evil?...” Mark rambled on about various Game Theory episodes as N Sharp snuck off before Mark asked if he listened to any of those NateWantsToBattle songs he sent him.

[hdawg1995]

Super YT stories: The Theory answers the call

it was never enough...

the tv blares behind the young male typing away at his computer. another missing persons cause solved, but now a string of robberies has taken the spot light. the typing hastened, accompanied by the rapid clicks of a mouse.

“if you recognize this man-” advert eyes from monitor. stare at screen. memorize. analyze. “-call our crime stoppers hot line at...”

tall. blonde. scar. blue? no green eyes. white? no, mixed...but with what?

more clicking. more typing. wait, stop- stop! head ache...

Matthew sighed and adverted his eyes from the monitor to take a small break. starring at the keyboard his hands trembled- when was the last time he ate? was he dehydrated? “probably...” he thought as he reached for the can of diet coke. the carbonated drink bit at his throat and somehow cleared the vertigo he was starting to feel. he rubbed his eyes and breathed slowly before clapping his hands once and almost clapping them again, but they flew to the key board and his eyes darted around the monitor.

his nose was very big. is that normal? does he just have a big nose? no, no one JUST have something, theres reasons. genetics, plastic surgery...

his mind wondered too far and he groaned. with a press of a button a second monitor popped out of his desk. the tv blared about a breaking news alert, halting matt’s hands.

“several cars were involved in a high speed chase that ended with three injured, one dead”

Dead.

Matt had to force his hands to keep typing as he continued to listen to the television, a huge part of him begging that the robber he was looking for was not involved.

“the driver of this mini van-” mini van. soccer mom. children. “-was rear ended and sent flying into the other two cars by someone who police believe-” don’t say it “-may have assisted in one of the robberies that took place last Friday night.” darn it!

click click click. he had a big head. could that also be genetics? wait... the police think the robber had a partner?

turning to the tv, Matt had to rub at his eyes again- was he tired or just fatigued? the on scene reporter held a microphone up to the police officer who was chasing the would be partner. 

“We have a Theory-” they don’t have enough information. “-that the robberies were committed in a pattern; the suspect was seen hanging around what we suspected to be the next target-” oh! they did have enough information. just need it to be tested. “-and reports say he was there for hours just sitting in his car.”

“do you think you will be able to get any information out of him?” hes alive

“no. when he rear ended the victim-” soccer mom... “-he suffered a severe impact to the head. he wasn’t declared dead on the scene but i don’t think hes going to be alive when he gets to the hospital.”

Matt stood from his chair and strolled over to his bed side table. sitting next to his alarm clock was a motorcycle helmet- he kept it there to help him organize his thoughts for game theory but right now he needed it for more important things. placing the grey helm over his head calmed and cleared his mind, a few projected screens appearing depicting what he knew about the human body, car crashes, and head injuries.

he didn’t snap his neck- he would have been declared dead. whiplash seems to be the best bet. severe head injury...

matt’s mind rampaged through information as he went back to the desk and two monitors. his hands typed so fast the keyboard wouldn’t even register he hit a key at times. the tv hummed about the family in the mini van- theres 1 in 4 chances the driver of the car died- which was a mom and a child -theres a 1 in 4 chance the child is dead- and how they were both sent to the same hospital as the suspect. the dead victim was an elderly man who died from- old age - natural causes a moment before his car was hit. no one else was hurt in the accident.

Matt leaned back in his chair was a sigh- willing reality was so tiring but so worth it.

but it wasn’t enough...

matt starred at the ceiling as his mind ran over and triple checked his information. in the mean time he thought about all this. what good was he really doing from behind this desk in this apartment stealing his neighbor's wi fi? theres still one dead person and three injured people- one of which is a child! are they okay? broken leg? if it really was a soccer mom driving then how long will they be out of the game? did this selfish robber just cause a small child’s dreams of winning the regionals game to shatter like their tibia? the thoughts made matthew glare which prompted his mind to halt for a moment on the mug shot the police had. this man...

he will survive and confess. matt’s mind demanded. he will live and confess to what ever crimes he committed. he willed. the robbies will stop because he was not only the get away driver, but HE was the one robbing the banks! his mind hurt from the effort as he willed the statement to be true. it HAD to be true. he had the knowledge, the clues, the proof, the-

there was evidence that there was indeed an accomplish...

Matt looked over the mini screens in his helmet and the two monitors. two sets of foot prints in the flower beds outside the bank. fibers from a glove but also tiny bits of finger prints -probably how they figured out who their suspect was- and the security camera picked up foot steps out of shot while the robber was standing still.

there WAS a second man there... but the police don’t have anything on him..

matt stood from the desk and marched over to his “trophy” wall. news paper head lines and clippings of all the cases he helped solve anonymously. the wall was covered from head to toe, from ceiling to floor. murders, robbiers, missing people, but it wasn’t enough. criminals just seem to come out of the wood work- one pest is taken care of, five more take it’s place like roaches.

it was depressing...

“If they keep coming, then whats the point in fighting?” he thought as he removed his helmet, the slight feeling of vertigo coming and going in the moment.

“local hero “N Sharp” helps the EPD once again in capturing yet another thug!”

matt turned to the Tv. oh, thats right. N Sharp. he had gotten a few comments on the most recent Game Theory to do a Theory on who he might be. he had an idea but kept it to himself- no way in hell is going to out a super hero.

“Hash tag JUSTICE trends once again as N Sharp keeps the streets of Ewe-toobliss safe for citizens like little Jason here.”

Matt found a smile form on his face as he watched the reporter stoop low enough to hold the mic to the child’s face to get their account of the events.

“There was a scary guy-” robber...”-with a gun-” killer...”-and i wanted to cry-” fear...”-but then N Sharp came and sang a song about dropping something that was hot-” HAHAHHA! “-and he saved me!”

looking away from the TV to his helmet, Matthew wondered if N Sharp could use his help....

“i mean...” he paused, looking at his wall of news paper clippings -brownie points really- “i do DO a good job at getting the bigger fish in the firer...”

the pause lasted too long to matt’s liking and decided to put the helmet on to think about this. he had a theory slowly forming; if two people can do so much good alone, what could they do together?

Matt was taken aback by what his mind showed him- memories of working with people on projects, co-op moments in video games hes played, the times he was part of a team. this was all proof from his own life experiences that this could work. for once he wasn’t running on speculations and book smarts, but true blue facts and wisdom. He laughed as he realized what he was going to do.

he was going to become a super hero on The Theory that two heads are better than one.

[hdawg1995]

*throws sketches up into the air* THE THEORY CAN JUST RUN AROUND WITH A MOTORCYCLE HELMET AND A SUIT FOR ALL I CARE I GIVE UP!

[hdawg1995]

im not having a good creative time, The Theory still lacks a super hero outfit...

[hdawg1995]

still don’t have ANNNNYYYTTTHHHIIINNGGG for super hero matpat’s design other than the motorcycle helmet AND ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY!