Work Text:
'Take this one home. And make sure his mom knows what he's been doing.'
How could this happen to me?
I, Buddy, the president/number one fan of the Mr Incredible Fan Club, have been shunned by my hero and idol, Mr Incredible! I was just trying to help him! I can't believe he didn't even want me to get the police to arrest that Bomb Voyage guy. And He EVEN had the nerve to say I was not affiliated with him!
When I was brought back, Mom & Dad did find out what i'd been up to.
Technically, I cannot even describe how infuriated Mom & Dad were after they found out.
They gave me a 5-month grounding with no dessert, no TV, and no more Mr Incredible fan club meetings, and, confined me to my room.
Ouch.
I can't believe I hate them now.
Mom & Dad are so not getting Christmas Cards from me no more.
I still remember the words Mr Incredible said to me when I showed him my rocket boots.
'Fly home, Buddy. I work alone.'
I felt mad at this. In anger, I smashed my Mr Incredible picture to the ground, and when Mom complained about the noise, do you know what I said to her?
I said, "WILL YOU SHUT UP YOU PIG-FACE PIECE OF TRASH?!"
That, of course, earned me another 2 months onto my grounding.
But you know, Mr Incredible did me a favour, now that I think about it.
Thanks to him, I learned a lesson.
Wait.
Correction; I learned TWO lessons.
One: You can't count on anyone. Especially your heroes.
and Two: There's no pleasing some people.
Some days afterward, I heard that Mr Incredible, who I used to call my idol, has been sued, for apparently saving someone who was trying to commit suicide. I heard he was one of Dad's old friends - Oliver Sansweet.
Dad had been talking about it a few days ago, come to think of it.
It wasn't just Mr Incredible, though - more Supers were being sued for damages, and before you can say 'bing balla boom', they were made illegal, and were forced into hiding - apparently, I read on one of the newspapers that 'their secret identity was going to be their only identity'.
I should've been angry about that, but I wasn't.
Actually, I was glad it happened, to be honest.
Before long, I developed a plan for my revenge on all Supers, and most notably; Mr Incredible.
The first phase of my plan was to run away from home, and never return.
I made my plans, and made sure to never tell Mom and/or Dad what they were, in case they blabbed to anyone.
Believe me, that was so totes not easy.
The first thing I did was write a letter, saying I was gonna run away from home.
This is what I wrote:
"Dear ex-mom and ex-dad,
"DON'T even think of looking for me, cause I am leaving this place forever, and I am never coming back! One day, I will prove that Mr Incredible was wrong, and I was right - Supers can be made, and I will become the most powerful Super in the world! Then I'll tell the morons in the government to make supers legal again, and I will become the ultimate Super. And I will never see any of you morons again! GOODBYE FOREVER, MORONS!
"Your ex-son Buddy."
I made sure to hide my letter well - couldn't let Mom and/or Dad rumble my plan, now could I?
Then, after what I knew was gonna be my last ever day at school, I raced home ahead of Mom & Dad, and looted the cupboards for snacks, and drinks, and hid them in my school backpack, and hid the backpack under my bed.
After this, I made sure to stay well quiet for the rest of the day. Mom & Dad noticed I was quiet, but never said anything.
I went to bed extra early, so I'd be ready for my plan. I never thought I'd get that far without Mom & Dad noticing.
Whew.
Midnight.
Tonight was my last ever night in this house.
When I was certain Mom & Dad were sound asleep, I got up, dressed quickly, grabbed my backpack, and my letter, and snuck quietly out the bedroom, and down to the kitchen. I stole money from both my mom's purse and my dad's wallet, and I found where Dad had confiscated my rocket boots - in the laundry cupboard, the one place I am forbidden to look in my house.
I then left the letter on the mantlepiece, and snuck carefully out of the front door, making sure to shut & lock it carefully with the spare key under the doormat.
Then... I ran.
Goodbye forever, home. I won't miss you.
When I was sure i was well enough away, I used my rocket boots to fly to the airport, and hijack one of the jet planes. I soon came towards an island in the middle of the ocean, and there, I built a sanctuary for myself to live in.
and then, everything was now the new normal.
I visited Metroville every few months to get food, and supplies for my home.
With the Supers in hiding, living amongst the citizens, they never even suspected the bank robberies i committed with my gadgets. I used the money I stole to create more technology, and built my very own lair on that island, which I hereby dubbed...
Nomanisan.
and every day I even developed my own super costume, with some fabric i stole form that snobby snob fashion guru girl, Edna Mode.
I hired common ordinary men from the city to become my henchmen, and a charming young woman called Lizzie Pena, who I nicknamed Mirage, and before I knew it, I was ready.
I was no longer Buddy Pine.
I was no longer Incrediboy.
I.
Was.
Now.
SYNDROME!