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In a world full of people considered as villains, considered as heroes... who also have superpowers allowing them to fight for the side their on.
Eggchan.. is.. really just some dude.
Ignoring the funky names, he's just gonna assume every parent at some point decided to become a hippie.
Sure, he's got some angelic blood in his system, his ears are actually wings, he can turn into a human eyeball, that's a story for another day. But anyways, that prevents nothing when a villain decides to blow up some building. He can't do anything against them, and he's never really been the fighter type.
See, none of that really seems related, but it is!
He sucks at fighting, his only desire is to make it through college. Both what makes a villain (or a hero).. them! You need to be good at fighting if you want to be a part of that life, and you need to have a reason to do that in the first place. As he just explained earlier, he has neither.
Okay, the point is, he is ignoring his best friend, Wemmbu's suspicious behavior.
What does that have to do with superheroes and super villains you may ask? His suspicious behavior isn't like.. selling drugs kind of behavior. Or like, going through teen rebellion phase, even when he's in his early 20's. No, it's serial killer kind of suspicious. Actually, no. Being a serial killer, you have to be smart. Wemmbu's not known for his brains. Serial killer isn't the right way to put it.. there's something else.
He doesn't want to face it, but Wemmbu might just be a villain.
That's a pretty bold assumption to think of someone who's your best friend. And Egg knows that! But if you think of the evidence, it's hard to ignore. This one time, Egg called Wemmbu at like.. what? Six? Something like that, as soon as the guy picked up the phone, all Egg could hear was the sound of wind? It was like he stuck his phone in front of a Turbine engine.
Maybe he could've excused him, what if he was sky diving and an idiot who decided to answer?
But no.
As soon as the wind stop, it was replaced by the sounds of terrorized screams. What kind of place is he at in order for there to be tortured screams? They were genuinely afraid! That's super sketchy.
Wemmbu was laughing whilst those people were screeching in fear.
People can have their opinions, but Egg knows that Wemmbu is hiding something. He knows that this dude is 1000% behind something. If he's not a villain, then maybe he's an evil scientist, which would arguably be worse. At least villains would have reasons, like he said earlier. But now that Egg thinks about it, Wemmbu is probably just being a menace for fun.
It's weird for him to theorize about this, shouldn't he trust his friend? Maybe. It's wrong, but that laugh was wrong-er. Which is why he's trying to avoid super hero media entirely!
Unfortunately for him, the heroes can be seen everywhere.
It's always something about this kid, Soar did. No disrespect to him, but he's all over the place! He tried to buy a bag of chips, just to get jump-scared by the guy's face being printed on the bag. Although he's the number one hero, it's like Capital city's obsessed with him or something. No one is deserving enough to be printed on every single branded bag of chips.
Not even Soar.
Whatever, superheroes can do what they want, all Egg needs to do is go to the library. Easy feat.
Said suspected best friend for being a villain is also his partner for a History project he needs to do. But Wemmbu is always missing as soon as he finishes his classes, heck, he doesn't even show up sometimes! Yet he's still passing! It's annoying that he can just get away with it.
Right now, he's just trying to go to the library.
"Soar funds the last of the money needed to build the city of Enide." Egg hears from the corner of his ear, from the inside of a TV from some restaurant, and groans internally.
Soar this. Soar that.
Can't people find someone else to dote on?
"— alerting all civilians."
Wait, what?
Egg stops, turning around to look at the TV. "This is not a drill." The woman on speaker states. "I repeat, this is not a drill. Please evacuate from the area." She orders. "The villain, Gamble, or whatever the hell he calls himself—" She cuts herself off sharply, with a frustrated inhale. "You know who I'm talking about! Mace guy? Annoying dude who flies around and uses nukes?" The professionalism from earlier just seemed to fade.
He could hear people's "Ohhh, that guy.."
Egg hasn't actually seen this guy, mainly because he doesn't have time to look at the news, but he has heard of the guy. People at his collage yap about him a ton, and they glaze the life out of him.
Evacuate though?
He doesn't have a choice, and people are already running past him as he thinks, but..
The history assignment is due in two days.
And there's no shot that Wemmbu, who pops up maybe once a week, three if he's feeling motivated, is gonna do it. So either he goes despite the warning, or he fails his history paper.
Is a tiny grade really worth his life?
Eh, Egg isn't too big on debating the value of human life, he did that far too much on his Philosophy class in high school. Simply, in his world, yes, it is worth his life. Egg waits for the hoard of people to pass by, then once everyone was gone, he starts to continue down his route to the library.
See, to the normal person, that's stupid. But he's getting a creeping amount of 80's in his grades, that's what's stupid.
If this Gamble kid murders him, at least he'll have an excuse for why he didn't hand in his paper on time!
(And so that Wemmbu can finally take responsibility for his neglect on their projects.) Sure, that thought is petty, but he deserves to be petty after Wemmbu keeps on ditching him for 'settling scores' or whatever. He ignores the shaky floor.. and well, the broken floor, is it really even the floor if half of it is gone?
Hopefully it's still a floor.
Well, he can walk on it, and that's all that matters.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN'T DO THAT W—"
A screeching voice was soon silenced.
That's really ominous. Egg looked around the area. And he saw.. Monarch fall face flat. No blood. So.. it was probably just an impact.. and the concrete around the hero was cracked. As if someone smashed a hole into the ground.. A hole was actually implanted into the ground. It's not just a comparison.
Monarch was a long time hero, Egg couldn't avoid the dude as much as he wanted to.
At first, he was actually a villain, trying to take over Capital city. And Monarch actually almost did take over Capital city, until all of the claimed land was destroyed by some rookie. Gamble.. oh, so that's where Egg knew the name Gamble from. Monarch got caught by the hero committee, and has stayed since then, probably because of her friendship with Swift, and the other two members of that team. Egg doesn't remember the names of the other two, mostly because they're vigilantes, not fully fledged heroes.
Egg knows all of this because he didn't try blocking out all the news of heroes and villains before.
But that was before he noticed Wemmbu's weird behavior.
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
A voice yelled.
Egg put his hands up innocently. "Woah, woah woah.." His voice trailed off once he noticed who the hell he was talking to. "Wait.."
He looked up at.. Wemmbu.
Now he wasn't actually sure. Since now, Wemmbu was wearing a tiara on his head, one of those white shirts you could find old political leaders wear in the 1800's. A fur coat (?) Egg wasn't sure what it was called, hanging around his shoulders. Also huge boats, that added at least a few inches to his original height. The most notable thing, a giant mace placed by his side, the exact shape of the hole in the concrete.
"Are you like.. Wemmbu?"
"Shh-!" He hushed, looking around the area. "Bro. Shut up." He stressed.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"A yes!"
"Okay." He said flatly. "How'd you know?" Egg crossed his arms, and looked Wemmbu up and down. "Bro you lowkey look the exact same, just with 1800's man fit. It's okay though. It looks pretty cool." He assessed the outfit. Including the comically large mace, yeah, it was pretty cool.
"Aren't you like.. scared?"
"Scared of failing." Egg answered.
"I gotta go to the library. Because you don't do shit on projects." He said, laced with pettiness. "Hey man, I've just been trying to catch this one guy, Fragger? Immortal demon? Not sure which name he goes by, probably both," The name was familiar. "but all I'm trying to do is get a re-match." Wemmbu offered an explanation, but Egg just stepped by Monarch's knocked out body.
"Right.. so did you have to? Because I literally told you I could've just paired with Loppezz or Rejoice, but no you had to go and commit major crimes."
"I didn't think it would've been so hard to catch this kid! Zam—" He cleared his throat.
Egg raised a brow.
"I meant, Monarch, yes," He quickly stammered to correct "he was just getting in the way. So I knocked him out."
"Can't you just help me on the dang history project? He's already knocked out. And look, I've been suspecting you to be a super villain for a while now, so can we forget about this and go to the library before Monarch wakes up?"
Wemmbu's jaw dropped.
"It was not obvious."
"It was pretty obvious." Egg argued. "You showed me the tiara you got from your grandma's jewelry box once."
Wemmbu's offended stature melted.
"...Right."
"Bro, it's either you get arrested by Monarch's millions of goons, or you come with me, and deal with your college work for once." Egg offers. Wemmbu looks around the destroying roads and cars and buildings and everything. Then back at Egg.
"Okay fine."
"Good."
"Wait though." Wemmbu leads Egg to an alleyway nearby. Not many windows in the buildings creating the alleyway. Even with the one window at the front of the alleyway, Egg still thinks the building was abandoned or something. It was weird. "Where are we going..?" Wemmbu didn't say anything, just reached behind a crate. Pulling out a trash bag. Egg grimaces backward.
"Ew, dude. Gross."
Wemmbu eyes him. But instead of glaring, he rolls them to the back of his head. It was bag of clothes. Oh. Makes more sense. "Ugh. Do you know if there's a washroom nearby? I gotta change this."
"At the library? There's a public one, since a whole bunch of other things are there besides the library" Egg suggests. "That's way too far away." Wemmbu countered, scuffling through the bag. "Just use your dang elytra bro." He points to the flying mechanic on his back. Since Avians exist and all, people were able to create technology to mimic wings.
"What about you?"
"I'll meet you there. Don't die or something."
Wemmbu nodded, taking out a rocket. "Alright, I'll see you later."
"Okay."
Then the guy was off.
Hm.
His best friend, is Gamble, the purple annoying little shit who's blown up areas of Capital city more times than he can count.
And is also them same dude who has forced him, (unintentional or not) to do all of his homework. That's.. really amusing for some reason. The same guy that can't seem to study for anything, is also the same guy that's a major threat to all of the country.
Should Egg feel threatened?
Scared?
Troubled?
Yeah, probably.
But if Wemmbu slimes him out, he'll have to do the work, which he really seems to hate doing. He hates it enough to be massacring people instead, so he must hate it a bunch.
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It doesn't take long for Wemmbu to come back, Egg looks up calmly, at Wemmbu now, not Gamble.
"Sooo...."
He begins. He takes the seat in front of Egg, preferring to look to the side rather than at him. He's not usually awkward. Well, sometimes, but this isn't just awkward, it's.. he's not sure if he could put a label on it. But it's not just awkward. Guilty maybe? "Are you just gonna sit there..?" Eggchan asks. "Um.. should I be doing something else..?" His voice is higher than he meant it to be.
Egg stared Wemmbu in the eyes. A deadpan look.
"YES!"
"Um."
"Yes, bro. Yes." He emphasized. "We cannot be serious right now, just think."
"Okay! Okay!" Wemmbu quickly cut him off. "I'll explain, I'll apologize! Everything!" He blurted out. "The whole story!" He added. "Shhh!" Egg placed a hand over his finger. "Buddy." He said, disappointed. "We are in. A library." He looked over to where the librarian usually was, however, the guy that runs the place was out.
"I'm sorry!"
"Shut up!" He said anyway. The librarian was terrifying when mad. He was not going to deal with that on top of a late assignment.
"Just don't call the cops on me, please please, I can't go to jail!!"
Egg blinked.
"What?"
"I can't go to jail!" He repeated. "Look, I'm sorry for being a mass murderer, I'm sorry for being a criminal..." He trailed off. He shook his head. "Actually, correction, I'm not that sorry, but in this case, just this once, I'm really sorry." He contradicted himself. Egg stared down at the buffoon in front of him. Was this guy serious? Was he really apologizing for that?
"Wemmbu."
"..yes..?"
"I don't care! I don't care about that!"
"I-.. huh?" His face of guilt turned into one of pure confusion. "Listen, you are a wanted criminal, being Gamble, I don't think I care.. I mean, I'd care if you died or something," He quickly added in. "But you didn't, you're here, and you're going to do your part of the history assignment instead of murdering people!"
"Wait.. that's what-?"
"Yes. That's all I want. For your lazy bum ass to stop murdering and nuking people, or whatever you do, and to do your part of the project."
"Th-That's it?"
"Yes."
"Soooo.. you said something about already guessing that I'm Gamble?" He questioned, still unsure. "Yeah," He nodded. "Calling me while you're actively terrorizing people is sort of dumb."
"Oh."
"I don't get it, why even do all that in the first place?"
Wemmbu rolled his eyes, slumping down into the chair. "Egg, you might not know this, since the news refuses to dig deeper into situations that are actually worth investigating," He grumbled, petty. "But half of the time I fight people, it's only because they attacked me first. Survival of the fittest, you know." Egg raised a brow.
"Right.. but then, did you have to kill all those people?" He pressed.
"Well..."
"I'm not like.. horrified or something, I probably should be, but I'm not. You're still dumbass Wemmbu." He stated. "Okay, so.." Wemmbu replied, taking offense. "It's just like.." He wasn't sure just how to explain it. "I don't think they had anything to do with your revenge. Who did you need to take revenge on anyways? Like you said, the news doesn't cover everything."
"Zam."
"Who??"
Wemmbu made a face, before responding with "Monarch."
"You know his name?"
"Ugh.. do I?? I was his underling for a while.. he had me as errand boy for a while." His face was sour. "Right, dunno how that correlates to you blowing up a bunch of people's houses, lives, loved ones, but carry on."
"Are you really having me morally question myself?" Wemmbu snapped.
"Wemmbu, you are a mass murderer, terrorist, criminal, villain, and just now you're questioning yourself? Like.. I mean, it's lowkey too late for you to back out now, but can you like.. not kill every second person you see?? Is that really just oh so hard for you?"
He rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms.
"Fine."
"Was that so hard..?"
"Yes."
Egg sighed, unamused, and unfazed. "Now, you're gonna do your part of the history project, and we're gonna stay here until the librarian gets back and kicks us out." He ordered.
"Wait what why-?!"
"Wemmbu."
He groaned loud. "Fineee..."