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Isekai into a World of Supers	By : NeetMose Category: Comics > Misc - General > Misc - General Views: 4842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a just silly work of fiction and any resemblance to any characters, settings or actual people is unintentional and probably not all that accurate. I don't own anything from Wonder Comics and make no money.

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It doesn't take a tactical genius to work out your best next move, which is fortunate because you are most certainly not any kind of genius. The decision making process is quick and simple...
As unbelievable as it seems, all indicators point towards the immutable fact that you are somehow in Libertine City from the Wonder Comics Universe. Floating not far above you is Solar in-the-flesh dangling Professor "Pedo" Perfidious by his collar while the rest of the lab is being arrested by three of the city's A-class super heroes. You have no money, no official identity in this world, no home address and no way to prove you weren't part of this awful mess. Even your dumb ass can guess that getting arrested would really suck the not-so-proverbial super-dick so the only other option is... oh wait, are we going to gloss over the part where you were just glowing fucking green as a Shvarthian crystal just seconds ago? Add that to the growing pile of dog shit that appears to be your future prospects.
Mind made up and sensing that time is a premium you can't afford, you say a silent good-bye to the capital "D" Device, Kid Chimera and anyone else trapped within its crystalline workings. Then, refamiliarizing yourself with your goofy-ass duck-run, you make your way to the blasted rent in the back wall and, hopefully, out of the trashed laboratory.
Or does it count as a Villainous Lair? Nefarious Hideout? Diabolic Getaway? Oh for fucks sake... focus up idiot!
Finding yourself in some manner of maintenance corridor; a tight, musty smelling space with an indiscriminate tangle of pipes and wires running along the ceiling and walls. You pick a direction at random and start off at a jog. All that matters right now is putting distance between you and the nightmare you just woke up in. Dodging a hissing jet of steam from some arbitrary release valve your mind just won't quit spelling out the implications of your new situation.
You are in Libertine City; a veritable battleground for any super-villain, alien conqueror, fallen godling or eldritch horror who wants to take a shot at killing Solar; arguably the strongest Super in the world ...sorry Dan... and arguably the most dangerous city to call home as a direct result of that fact. How long was your life expectancy going to be in a place where Doctor Psycho releases nerve gas into a strip mall just to get the Guild of Heroes attention? It was insane that this state of affairs were allowed to continue and you imagine that the poor Mayor of Libertine City probably wishes he could tell Solar to just fuck off. Except he couldn't because ninety percent of the time Solar was the only one who could end the very threats that he himself attracted!
The Major would be a bald guy, for sure. Bald from tearing his own hair out in futile frustration. Seems like the Chief of Police should be bald too for the same reason, probably the whole city administration. Just a sea of shiny domed worker ants toiling away over in Town Hall while the Supers treated a city full of millions of fragile mortals like their own personal stomping ground.
While grimly fascinating, plunging yourself into an existential crisis isn't pertinent to your immediate future chances of escaping this building alive, intact and free to find a way to get back home to your world.
What was pertinent were the two figures ahead of you at the end of the maintenance corridor; one hulking great Rhino person in scuffed up plate armour ...Rhino Crash, yep for sure, the name is Rhino Crash... and the bubblegum haired hottie in the skimpy silver maids outfit, still carrying that massive futuristic ray gun and currently pointing it's green glowing tip right at you with a big smile.
"Hiya Cutie, did you enjoy the show?"
Her tone is girlish and playful and completely at odds with the half-mad glint in her eyes as she squints down the sights of green death directly at you.
The SHOW?! Did she mean the carnival of violence and destruction that nearly ended us all back there? Hell fucking NO you didn't enjoy it!!
"Uh... Yes?"
Coward.
"Oh YAY! We're so glad to hear it!" She sounds genuinely delighted, giggling as she lets the barrel of the ray-gun drop and straightens up out of her shooters stance. The motion does sets her deliciously swollen Ta-Ta's to jiggling in the cups of her robo-maid outfit and you involuntarily begin to drool.
"Say, could you maybe help out Big Guy here with the door? Bitch Ballerina rung his bell pretty hard with that last kick and we really need to skedaddle."
You lean to one side to look past the lil' pink-haired psycho at the towering horned mountain of muscle struggling with the hatch lock of a large metal door. His massive mitts are shaking and he is growling incoherently in a deep animal tone, the poor guy looks dead on his feet if you are any judge.
"Yeah... ummm... Sure thing?"
Pinky smiles brightly up at you as you edge past her in the tight confines of the corridor and you can't help but smile nervously back down at her, or rather down at her spectacular tits, as you gingerly approach the armoured one-man stampede like you would any other wild animal.
I'm just here to help, please don't smoosh me Big Guy... The sun's getting real low... oh. Hey man, it's righty tighty, lefty loosy...
Rhino-dude must have really had his marbles scattered because he was trying to turn the lock the wrong way. With a little help from his bubbly companion you get him settled against the wall of the corridor with a groan and step up to work the pesky mechanism. With a few manly grunts you get it loose then with a theatrical spin of the wheel there is a clunk and a grinding of heavily rusted hinges as the opens on what can only be an underground parking garage.
The naughty maid lady with the green death ray and bouncy tits squeals in dizzy excitement before slipping under one boulder-like shoulder of her armoured companion and begins helping him out of the door.
"Oh, oh! Don't you just looove it when an escape just comes together?!" The sexy nutjob titters in glee leading her huge, swaying companion out into the open gloomy space. "Let's get the getaway vehicle and get the fudgesicles outta here! You coming Cutie?"
Wait, what now?
She has half turned and looking back over her shoulder at you; she is giving you that wild, dazzling, unsuppressable grin again. The grin that says anything could happen with her around. A grin that says nothing need be boring or repetitious ever again. A grin that promises trouble and excitement in equal measure and perhaps something more... and shit, you are back at half chub again!
"Yeah, I'm coming!"
For the first time in what feels like a long time your voice comes off as confident and excited ...Hell yeah! ...wait, what about getting home? We'll think about that later, right now we get to ride in some killer getaway car with the sexy maid hottie sporting the big smile!... You jog to catch up and she tosses you the deadly looking ray gun with a careless;
"Here, hold this for me would ya? Thanks, you're such a Sweetie."
Now you are holding a goddamn death ray like a true bad-ass and looking about for some sweet getaway wheels as she wrestles the bulky form of Rhino Crash into the back of an... wait, oh no... an old beat-up station wagon?!
"That's your getaway vehicle?!" You ask, slack jawed in sheerest disbelief and burgeoning disappointment.
Where was the Sexy Maidmobile? Or the Monster Rhino-Truck? Or anything but this dull, olive-green old beater with... roof racks for gods sake!!
"Yup! The 1963 Studebaker Lark Wagonaire, she's the best getaway car any Henchwench could ask for!" She says without a hint of sarcasm as she closes up the back hatch with Rhino inside lying on his back atop the fold down bench seats. Patting the car affectionately she darts around to the drivers door. "What are you waiting for? Get in and let's blow this popsicle stand!"
After momentarily struggling with the vintage push button door latch, you pile into the front passenger side of the front bench seat, green death-ray and all, slamming the heavy car door shut as your butt causes the vinyl seating to creak loudly. As much as this seems like some massive cosmic joke at your expense, when Pinky turns the key and shifts the column mounted transmission into gear the engine roars into life with impressive V8 gusto!
Whoa... well you guess whatever else it might look like, a bunch of work has clearly gone on under the bonnet of this old clunker!
With one hand on the wheel and the other stretched out over the top of the bench seat ...and kinda over your shoulder, you can't help to note... the crazy chick drops the car into reverse and craning her neck to look back through the rear window, floors the accelerator pedal! Your stomach feels like it was dropped down one pant leg as she giggles and takes her eyes off of fucking the road to stare at you inquisitively.
"Saaaaay... I didn't catch your name. Hi, I'm Krystal, that's Krystal with a "K"."
Her look is all curious and delighted baby-bird and completely focus on your dumb ass, as the speedometer rapidly climbs and concrete support columns whizz past the rapidly reversing car at faster and faster intervals.
"Jesus, was your Mom a stripper?!" Is all you manage to gasp out as terror grips you again.
That must be the panic setting in again, go figure. When in fear for your life you just revert back to snarky nerd as your default. Lame.
"Amongst other things but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do when growing up on the lower East Side." She admits happily without a hint of shame then pouts adorably, "But now you're being rude, what's your name already Cutie?"
Hi, I'm Nick. Nick with a "oh-god-watch-where-you-are-driving" already!
"Nick!" You manage to blurt out as she finally glances back, wrenches the steering wheel hard to the right and stomps the brake as the vehicle slides swiftly sideways past a busted boom gate and out into the first sunshine you have seen since coming to this new world. Without missing a beat like a pro she shifts gears on the steering column and hits the gas again, gleefully burning rubber as the Studebaker picks up speed down some back street in what appears to be a long abandoned industrial park. However in the distance you can make out the wailing of approaching police sirens.
"Well it's just peachy to meet you Nick. Is that short for Nicholas?" She asks conversationally with that high-beam smile making small talk that is totally incongruous with a high-speed, high stakes getaway.
"Nicoli actua- oh shit!!"
This most recent outburst of profanity is in response to Krystal with a "K" clipping a tin garbage can as she takes a corner at insane velocities, sending trash flying across the bonnet and windshield of the Wagonaire obscuring the view of the the road. She just turns on the wipers in response as burger wrappings and vegetable peels are whipped away by the wind your escape is generating.
"Oh Italian? I simply love Italian guys! This one time, I had a summer fling with a Sicilian guy called-"
You lose track the conversation, focusing on gripping the oh-fuck handle above the door with one hand and the heavy ray gun in your lap with the other until deep groan from the backseat catches your attention after Krystal with a "K" mounts the pavement one too many times. Glancing back you stare worriedly at the laid out mass of steel and muscle that is Rhino Crash then back at the pink haired maniac who is still driving one handed!
"Hey, is your friend going to be alright?" You interject over whatever it was she was talking about. She just shrugs and gives your shoulder shoulder an affectionate squeeze with her free hand.
"Who? Big Guy? Yeah, he's pretty tough. He'll be fine after a little nappy nap. Trust me, I'm a pre-med student."
She says it like being heavily clocked by Brutal Ballerina is something people should just walk off and you are certain that sleeping off a concussion is not a good thing. Clearly being "Pre" Med School doesn't count for much in the way of acquiring actual medical wherewithal. It doesn't seem to slow her down any though as she continues to barrage you with questions as the station wagon continues to barrage it's way through trash cans, discarded crates and conveniently stacked cardboard boxes that just happen to be piled up in this particular alleyway.
"So... I'm usually a really good judge of character but right now I am still super amped up after the fight and now our daring escape... what were you doing back in the lab? You weren't meant to be part of the fight. That much is obvi, you're clearly not a Hero..."
Gee thanks, is it really that obvi... dammit! You mean obvious? You guess so...
"...and you sure weren't on the roll call of Hench's the Prof hired... sooo~ where did you pop up from, Cutie?"
There's no accusation or judgement in her question, just guileless kitten cat curiosity and you momentarily consider fabricating some kind of elaborate ruse but you soon realize that you wouldn't know where to begin. You just don't know enough of this world or city or place to come up with anything convincing! Sure, you know the setting, all the major events of the past 30 years and nearly all of the characters - now real actual people - but the day to day minutia of living life here never really made it onto the panels of the comics that you read.
There just wasn't space on their pages for say... the name of an apartment block or suburb where shlub like you could realistically afford rent or any fast food chain you might believably work for. There was only so much they could squeeze into a nine panel page and so they just let the readers imagination fill in those pesky background details. Which was fine, just fucking fine... up until right now.
Heck, did they even have Micky D's here? If so Tina Tankbuster was never seen walking into one in any of her comics. It probably has something to do with I.P rights.
Yesterday you would have sworn you knew nearly everything about the Wonder Comics Universe but right now you feel like you know very little of any real life consequence. So you just end up telling her everything; from almost being hit by a city dump truck to appearing in the lab mid-battle, from trying to free Kid Chimera to waking up alight with green flame and chasing her out the hole in the wall. All of it up until now where she is completely caught up on all happenings "Nick" related.
"Holy shit! So you're, like, an inter-dimensional traveler who got grabbed up by the ol' Prof's Inter-dimensional Matter Rearranger..."
His what now?
"...right before it got trashed and the first thing you did was plug yourself into his weird Shvarthian Power Siphon thingy~ You don't fuck around, do you? ...and now can you glow green?! Can you show me?"
You couldn't, you didn't know how any of this worked and told her as much which made her pout those sweet cherry lips oh-so prettily.
"That's... that's just so..."
You brace yourself for it; Crazy? Unbelievable? A total load of horseshit?
"...fucking AWESOME!!" She cries out hammering the steering wheel excitedly with both fists.
Huh?
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