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For as long as you could remember, Denver, Colorado was a quiet city, which probably sounds pretty weird to anyone who wasn’t from one. Despite what people would think, Denver was one of the quietest cities you could go to, that is, if you ignored the bustle of traffic, grumpy old business men and women alike cursing at the homeless on the streets, and the occasional group of students celebrating the ending of finals or the victory of the Pioneers in the latest college football game. The University of Denver was a pretty good school, and the robotics team? Phenomenal. You were pretty proud to be apart of such a great organization with so many of your bright peers.

We’re getting off topic, aren’t we?

As you were reflecting, the city was pretty quiet for the most part. That is, until trouble started. Of course, trouble starts in all shapes in sizes, from being an old cat missing to a drug deal, from a home robbery-gone-wrong to a drive-by shooting, from an explosion in the heart of the city to a figure with blazing white eyes floating in the sky as bolts of lightning flashed around him.

People around you were screaming, running to get away from the levitating male who was too busy laughing maniacally and destroying nearby buildings and vehicles with a simple flick of his wrist. You, a simple college student majoring in engineering, stood paralyzed in the streets, unable to keep your eyes off the male that was looming closer and closer.

“Well, well, well! What do we have here?!” the figure’s voice booms, any window within a hundred and fifty feet of him shattering into nothing but sharp pieces of dust. Your eyes widen when the blonde villain makes his way towards you, the grin on his face growing until it reached from ear to ear.

You need to get out of here.

“What’s this? You can’t be leaving already!” he laughs as you begin to turn. You freeze, beginning to tremble when he lifts a hand, pointing his index finger dangerously at you. “Say, why don’t we have a little fun? All we need...is some chaos!” The villain’s laughter rings out as electricity shoots from his finger and right at you. You cover your head with your arms, bracing yourself for the blow that more than likely would kill you. However, it’s a blow that never makes contact.

A loud grunt is heard, and when you uncover your head, you gasp. A man stands over you, holding onto a large red and yellow diamond-shaped kite. His eyes and nose hide behind a teal mask, his bodysuit the same color. On his chest was a miniature picture of his enlarged kite, and his fire-red hair mostly covered by a gray hood that fitted his sharp cheekbones nicely. The male’s electric green eyes meet yours, concern crossing his features.

“Are you alright?” he asks. You glance at his kite, which, surprisingly, shows no damage whatsoever, and nod.

“Y-Yeah. Caught off guard, mostly,” you manage. The hero slips a small smile before turning towards the antihero, who bore a dark frown on his face.

“Professor Chaos, this needs to stop!” he bellows. Professor Chaos’s frown turns into a smirk.

“Oh? And why’s that, Human Kite? Gonna call the rest of your buddies to come and, what was it? ‘Stop me?’ Please, give me a break. Why don’t you go on home and fly your little kite like a good boy?” he taunts. Human Kite tenses, and you can just imagine the look of pure hatred on his face.

“The Coon and Friends are already here, Chaos,” a new voice pipes up. Peeking around Human Kite, you see four more male figures standing in fight positions. The one crouched as he holds his cape reminds you of a raccoon, and by the looks of it, that may just be what he’s aiming for, his outfit complete with a raccoon tail, claws, ears, and a mask with the design of a raccoon’s face. He’s a bit bigger than the others, but you pay no mind to that.

The one with a yellow shirt bears an orange lightning bolt on his chest, a pair of red headphones decorated with large lightning bolts, and he’s holding what seems to be two crutches. However, his face was blurry. It’s either you can’t get a good look at him, or he’s moving too fast for you to make out any feature other than the male having chestnut hair.

Now, this one kind of confuses you. He looks kind of… plain, almost as if he didn’t care enough to actually show up. He wears a simple long-sleeved shirt with a giant red S sewn on his chest, and there’s a blue chullo covering his raven locks. His legs are covered by normal black skinny jeans, and he sports black Vans on his feet. The only thing that indicates he’s a hero (of sorts) is the yellow mask covering his eyes and nose, much like Human Kite’s.

The last male made you want to laugh, but considering the circumstance, you didn’t. The brunette has a long, red tube on his nose, and a pair of wings on his back. You weren’t entirely sure if they were real or not, and to be honest, you weren’t too keen on finding out, either. A maroon and mustard yellow striped hat he sports covers the majority of his head, whereas a navy turtleneck fits snugly on his lean, but muscular, chest, his hands hidden away behind maroon gloves. Wrapped over his shoulder and across his chest is some sort of utility belt, completely loaded with little vials of-oh my god, is that blood?!

You think you’re gonna pass out.

“Oh, I’m so scared, Coon,” Chaos jabs, rolling his eyes. “You five are nothing. Have you forgotten how easily I beat you all back in South Park? Without the rest of your team, the five of you are useless.” The Coon frowns silently, his beady eyes trained on the floating villain. “Say, where is Freedom Pals? Shouldn’t they be here by now? Or do they hate the five of you that much to not even show up to save the day?”

“Mosquito, Human Kite, distract him. Super Douche, get the girl out of here. Fastpass and I will take him out and finish him once and for all,” Coon growls, his eyes not once leaving Professor Chaos. Said villain watches in sick amusement.

“That will not work, Coon,” a calm, melodic voice breaks in. Sighing, you look over and see five more superheros. This is getting exhausting, and a little overwhelming, if you asked yourself.

“Oh? And why not, Doctor Timothy? What’re you gonna do, teleport around in your wheelchair?” Coon snaps. The orange-haired Doctor frowns, removing his finger from the side of his forehead. The two have a stare down before Doctor Timothy’s finger returns to his forehead.

“No, but Professor Chaos will surely destroy the girl, as well as the rest of Denver. This is not your place to demand orders.” He looks to the heroes beside him. “Toolshed, Tupperware, you will assist Fastpass and The Coon. Wonder Storm, you and I will aid Mosquito, Human Kite, and Super Douche in distracting Professor Chaos. Mysterion-”

“I’m on it,” the dark hero snarls, his maxixe beryl-colored eyes settling on you. You freeze, your eyes wide.

“Do you really think this little plan will work? The ten of you are no longer a singular group! Chaos is bound to rain on you all!” Professor Chaos screams, lightning licking at his fingertips. “Minions! Attack!” At least thirty minions jump from the shadows, each holding either a knife or a gun. You watch fearfully, only seeing Mysterion at the last second before he quite literally sweeps you off your feet and onto the nearby roof.

“Don’t let the fucking Freedom Pals get the glory!” Coon screeches from below. “Super Douche! Don’t let Mysterion save her first!”

“I’m so done with this shit,” he mutters, chasing after you and Mysterion. You look up at Mysterion, searching his cold blue eyes for an answer.

“Don’t worry about it, civilian. I’ll make sure you get home safely,” the hero mutters, his voice gruff. “I suggest you hang on.”

“O-Okay,” you stammer, wrapping your arms tightly around his broad shoulders. With a speed and strength you didn’t know was possible, Mysterion takes off, jumping over rooftop over rooftop.

“Where do you live?” he calls, glancing down at you. You blink, looking behind him to see Super Douche falling behind.

“I live in the girl’s dormitory at the University of Denver,” you reply. Mysterion nods and hops to the streets, running off towards the college with you secure in his arms. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach it, the hero slowing to a stop. “Why are you in Denver, anyways?” you breathe, your cheeks stinging from the wind. Mysterion frowns down at you, wisps of blonde hair spilling down over his black mask.

“The Freedom Pals follow mayhem caused by Professor Chaos. It’s our duty to protect any town or city from his destruction and to put an end to his evil doings.” You nod thoughtfully, going quiet. The man takes this as his cue to leave, turning.

“Will I see you again?” you blurt. He stops, looking over his shoulder at you. You see the ghost of a smirk on his lips, his eyes filled with sick amusement.

“If you’re in danger again, then yes. Otherwise, I would not hope so. Not like this,” he declares. Without another word, Mysterion scales the side of a building, disappearing out of sight.

“I hope I do,” you mumble, staring at where he had gone. “I really hope I do.”

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Hello, everyone! Unfortunately, this is not an update. Let's talk about something big called RESPECT. To start off, I'm in college. I'm in college full time as a nursing student. I study eleven plus hours a day, not to mention I work and I struggle to maintain a healthy social life. I created my server so anyone who has a question can ask me directly. However, DEMANDING that I update or you'll come to my house with a weapon is UNACCEPTABLE.

Let me get one thing straight, because quite frankly, I'm beyond fucking pissed off. Today, I received a message saying that someone is threatening to come to my house with either eggs to egg my house, or to show up at my door with a baseball bat. First, this person threatens me, then they demand I update a fic.

NONE OF YOU TELL ME WHEN TO FUCKING UPDATE. YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO FUCKING DO AND EXPECT ME TO DROP EVERYTHING AND DO WHAT YOU FUCKING SAY, LIKE YOU'RE AN OWNER AND I'M SOME LITTLE BITCH YOU CAN ORDER TO SIT OR STAY OR BEG.

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“Really? That sounds fucking awesome,” Kyle says, sounding quite impressed. You frowned up at him over your project, a robot that could identify medicines to give the proper one to its elderly owner, your (E/C) eyes darkening in annoyance.

“No, it was not ‘awesome,’ Kyle. I could’ve died!” you state. The redhead chuckles, rearranging the wires in his project (god knows what it is. Looks like some sort of weapon, if you really thought about it).

“Dude, you got to meet not only Professor Chaos, but the Coon and Friends and the Freedom Pals! I’d say that’s pretty awesome, even if dying was a huge possibility,” he argues. You roll your eyes and begin cleaning up your mess. Robotics was fun, but right now, with everything that had happened the day prior, you didn’t really feel like working. “I know you’re not in the mood right now, but you remember my friends from home, right?” You pause.

“Uh… I think so, why?” Kyle grins up at you, his light green eyes sparkling.

“They’re coming down to visit for the weekend, and I wanted you to meet them. You know, so they can all meet my new best friend and partner in crime,” the genius says. A chuckle escapes your lips as you carefully box everything up. One screw loose and your project of three months will be ruined.

“Well… I don’t know about being your partner in crime, but it sounds kinda cool. What’re they like? When will they be here?” you inquire. Your teammate and best friend cleans up as well, gaining confused looks from the rest of the team. He ignores them.

“Okay, so, they’re all kinda weird. The three guys I hang out with are Stan, Cartman, and Kenny, but there’s like, seven more guys: Craig, Tweek, Jimmy, Timmy, Token, Clyde, and Butters. Stan’s pretty cool. He’s like, my super best friend. We made that official when we were nine. Cartman’s an asshole and he’s a sociopath, so honestly, I’d stay away from him. Kenny? Well,, he’s a fucking pervert. He loves to flirt, so don’t fall for his tricks,” Kyle warns, giving you a serious look. You put your hands up.

“Dude. I’m not into the flirty kind of guys. You know that,” you defend. Kyle nods.

“Making sure. Anyways, Craig’s a douche and his boyfriend, Tweek, is, well, a fucking spaz. His parents always gave him coffee that had meth in it when he was a kid, so I’d just be careful around him. He’s not dangerous, but he freaks out over everything. Jimmy and Timmy are crippled, but Jimmy’s a helluva good comedian and Timmy’s a fucking genius, even more than I am. Token’s pretty smart and quiet, but Clyde’s also a flirt. He actually plays the quarterback for Metropolitan State University of Denver. Butters is a real nice kid, but he can have a temper if he wants to.” You nod, grabbing your backpack to walk out the door with your friend.

“When will they be here?” Kyle looks at his phone’s calendar, something he frequently does when he has a lot of due dates for class, mixed with whatever he needs to get done outside of school.

“They’ll be here Friday night. Stan says they’ll be here around three, but knowing the fatass wanting to stop at every fast food restaurant on the way over, they’ll probably be here around five to six,” he says. You furrow your brows.

“But Friday’s the day we get our projects judged,” you exclaim. Kyle nods, a teasing grin on his face.

“Yep! Face it, (Y/L/N), you know we’re both gonna pass with flying colors. We’re the top two of the class, there’s no way we won’t pass,” he remarks. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What even is your project? You’ve been so secretive about it. If I’m your new best friend, you’ve gotta tell me!” Kyle makes the motion of zipping his mouth shut, to which you lightly whack him on the arm. “Dude, c’mon! Tell me!” His laughter rings out as he reaches his pale hand towards the school cafe glass door. He pulls it open and waits for you to enter, to which you do, and find a seat secluded from the other gossiping students.

“Well,” Kyle starts, setting his backpack on the floor beside his chair, “if I tell you, you can’t tell anyone, okay?” You take a seat as well.

“Have you ever known me to be a blabber mouth?” you question. Kyle raises an eyebrow, a half smile on his face.

“You were blabbering about the fight between Professor Chaos, Coon and Friends, and the Freedom Pals to a few students earlier,” he teases. A waitress with dyed black hair and black eyeliner comes over, her painted black lips curled into a sneer.

“What the fuck are you ordering,” she snaps. You recognize her from campus, although you really aren’t sure what major she’s in. She definitely looks as if the world is out to get her, her baby pink uniform looking like pure torture to her gothic vibe.

“Hey Henrietta,” Kyle greets. Henrietta snarls verbally at him. “I’m going with the turkey club sandwich with a salad, please hold the tomatoes. I’d like a coke to go with that” The waitress rolls her eyes but writes his order down before turning to you.

“Just an order of fries with ketchup, a Pepsi to drink, please,” you say. You’ve frequented this cafe enough times (everyone has, really) to know your order by heart. Usually, you’d try out the soup of the day on a cool day or maybe even some pancakes with a side of sausage, but you really haven’t felt that hungry since the events of the prior day. The waitress scoffs and walks away. You turn your attention back to the redhead who’s grinning like the cheshire cat at you. “For the record, I was not blabbering about the superheroes and Professor Chaos!” you defend.

Kyle grins and crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair, “Oh really? Then what were you doing telling that group of students and reporters about what happened?” You frown at him.

“Dude, you saw they wouldn’t leave me alone. What was I going to do, let them follow me around everywhere I went today?” You sigh, burying your head in your hands. “All I wanted was to forget what happened. I could’ve died, Kyle, and all anyone wants to know about is how it felt to be in Mysterion’s arms or every little detail as to what happened.” The grin fell from Kyle’s lips, his brows furrowing in worry.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know-”

“The worst part?” you mutter. Kyle goes quiet. “Everyone keeps asking if Professor Chaos is going to come after me, if I know if he is or not. Not like it’s been on my mind since Mysterion got me out of there or anything. I’m scared, Kyle. This is someone who's killed others, someone who’s killed innocent bystanders and hunted witnesses down to keep them quiet. What if I’m next? What if my face is the next face you see on the news channel, the news reporter saying I was found gagged, beaten, and electrocuted to death like all the others? I’m so scared, but everyone just thinks yesterday was something for me to be proud of, to be thrilled that I got to witness everything in person.”

Two hands slam down on the table, gathering the attention of everyone in the cafe and making you jump. You look up at your best friend, your best friend who’s standing over the table with fury in his emerald eyes. For a moment, you swear you see them flash a familiar electric green.

“I am not going to let that happen! Not to you, and not to anyone else!” he bellows. You blink in surprise. “If Chaos thinks that he’s going to get his disgusting hands on you, if he thinks he’s going to harm a single hair on your body, then he’s dead wrong!” Kyle all but yells. You nervously glance at the other patrons at the cafe, and luckily, they’ve all gone back to their business.

“Kyle…”

“Fuck, (Y/N), you’re my best friend! If I can’t protect you, then how am I supposed to protect anyone I care about?!” Kyle looks like he’s going to say more, but he stops himself, his curled fist to his mouth to stop another angry outburst. When you look closer, you see tears beginning to pool in his eyes and he’s shaking.

“Kyle… I didn’t mean to put any of this on you…” The genius sighs slowly, sitting down and keeping his eyes downcast. Hey, what’s that you’re feeling? Guilt? Yep, gotta be the guilt. Good job, you.

“It’s not you, I’m just… I’m so frustrated. I hate that you were caught in the middle of that fight yesterday, and just seeing how scared you are makes me feel so fucking useless,” he whispers. You reach over and pat his shoulder. When he looks up at you, you smile.

“None of this is your fault,” you whisper. “You’re not the one who’s causing me harm. As long as I’m careful, I should be okay.” Honestly, you’re just spewing bullshit because you’re obviously not going to be okay, especially with Professor Chaos’s body count, but you hate seeing your best friend this worried over your wellbeing. Regardless, Kyle nods and wipes away the tears before they have a chance to fall. “Hey…”

“Yeah?” You grin.

“You never told me what your project is,” you remind him. His eyes widen.

“Oh! Right!” Kyle digs through his backpack, searching for his notebook. As he’s searching, Henrietta brings your orders, plops them on the table, and leaves without a single word.

“She’s not that talkative, is she?” you comment out loud.

“Oh, she’s always been like that to nonconformists. I wouldn’t mind her too much if I were you,” Kyle replies, popping back up after retrieving his worn down notebook. That poor thing’s hanging on by pure willpower, if notebooks even had a willpower to begin with, but nonetheless, you admire the strength of those thin pages hanging onto the thin coiled wire. You begin to munch on your fries as Kyle flips to a page covered in scribbles, notes, and many, many numbers.

“That’s a lot of notes,” you say. Kyle sticks his tongue out at you before leaning towards you.

“Okay, so what do you think I’m building?” he questions. You swallow the fry and wash it down with a sip of Pepsi.

“Some sort of weapon made with biodegradable substances. Looks like it would hold a helluva punch,” you reply. Kyle grins that cheshire grin of his again.

“Good thinking.” You frown.

“Dude, just spit it out. You’ve had me guessing for three months now. I wanna know!” If possible, his grin grows even more.

“What if I told you I build weapons for the Coon and Friends?”