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You are within the presence of NAAN-CANAAN once more! Behold my knowledge and be enriched! Recently I was embroiled in a struggle with a dimensional variation of the superpowered feline known to Empire City as Celsius. If you have not heard of this adventure yet, perhaps you should gain understanding of it before you listen to the wisdom I seek to impart upon you! Upon contemplation of possibility, with all its beautifully multifaceted outcomes, I realize now that there was a far stranger conclusion to this tale than I experienced! It hinges upon the feline I chose as my temporary protector! Had he chosen to work with another during his mission, this is likely what would have happened...
Y'know, honestly? I don't get how he can keep smiling at a time like this.
I was a little freaked out when I came back to my dorm room and saw a version of me with a goatee, piercings, black boots, and a leather vest sitting on my bed after having melted the lock off the dorm room. I still am now that Fahrenheit's finished explaining how he's been working to stop that guy that took out Naan-Canaan... that's the dot guy's name, right? I mean, I understand the situation a hell of a lot more since my alternate-self filled me in on this... Evil me wants to cause a lot of chaos in my reality, Fahrenheit came from his world and is attempting to stop him... Knowing why the situation is happening helps a little. Fahrenheit says he can get me back to where Naan-Canaan first started talking to me about his impending incapacitation... I doubt that. That's what's got me worried. I mean, all I've seen him do so far is produce fire from his paws and drink an entire bottle of hot sauce without crying. Nothing even prompted the latter, he just opened up my minifridge, grabbed the bottle, was all "Check this out," and there he went. Unless he has some kind of device on him, I'm pretty sure it's going to be hard to just break through reality to get back there and to the evil alternate me.
He's treating this like he can just do it with a wave of his paw though. He's even having us take the stairs down! I never take the stairs out of my dorm while I'm in costume. It would raise too many questions about where I live, you know? "Can we walk a little faster?" I ask as I follow him down. "Curfew's in a few hours, and..."
"Do you really give a fuck about curfew?" Fahrenheit turns back to ask me. "Celsius, c'mon... you're a superhero! Police don't care about us being around out after Halloween curfew, it's our jobs! Our lives went in drastic directions, I know, but... I know that some part of you would make you go out even if you weren't. You wanna wave your dick in authority's face and let them know you got work to do!"
He's so right there. In that case, I would be walking out anyways, because Fahrenheit and myself are the only two supers in Empire who know anything about what's happened to Naan-Canaan and what could be happening soon. Fahrenheit's so fucking cool... I mean, I like how I dress and look, and those jeans would probably pop my balls if I wore them as part of my costume, and those piercings... My parents would dump their cores at the thought of those earrings, and he's probably got more underneath his clothes... but there's things about him that I would emulate, you know? I'm not really... okay, maybe I am a little conscious about my public image. (Saved Mayor Briar a while back and I can't get it out of my head, fuck yeah!) Fahrenheit acts like he doesn't have a reputation to ruin. That's cool. I could learn from him. I don't have the luxury of creating new identities for myself anymore since I actually started wearing a proper costume instead of a ski mask. Screw-ups stick, but I can't let that control me.
We keep heading down the stairway towards the metal door at the bottom. Once we step outside, he's going to lead me... where, exactly? He's been pretty coy about that, but at least he's letting me walk further ahead of him now. Thinking about that makes me feel weird. Fahrenheit's been leading since he knows more about that alternate universe dickhole, but in and of itself that's a little weird because he hasn't explained how he knows him. They have to be from different dimensions, if Fahrenheit's telling the truth about his past... unless, of course, he's a clone, at which point things get a whole lot more complicated. Let's not focus on that when there's so many other questions to ask... such as how Fahrenheit's been unable to deal with this guy when the fire-powered cat seems competent enough to do so...
He's got his paws on my shoulders as soon as I step off the last stair. Fahrenheit grasps one of my arms and pulls it behind my back before I can turn around to face him. I still try. The knee to the base of my spine really hurts and keeps me busy as he pushes me towards the big janitor's closet at the bottom of the stairs. Yeah, I kick out to the wall to try and get myself braced before he can get the door open. Yeah, it doesn't work.
"He said if I got this dimension's version of him alone and under control I'd get a taste of divine power!" Fahrenheit yells as he tosses me forwards into the large closet. "Let's see how it feels to be a demigod!"
I can't freeze his arm before he punches it up diagonally and engulfs me from my feet upwards in flame. The most I can do is raise my own arms up in confusion and fear and scream as I'm overwhelmed... The pain, for some reason, isn't present, even if I am on fire. It's just one realization buried underneath how horrified I am at the moment... I can see my clothes burning, for fuck's sake! My t-shirt's tearing away in the fire, whipping towards the ceiling piece of piece as it becomes hot embers that get sucked into a nearby fan. The cotton of my sweatpants feels like they're getting baked by the inferno, getting harder on my legs... or are they getting shorter and tighter on me? My down vest is... this is fucking weird. I'm pretty sure it should be melting into my fur right now, not melting together and darkening like it is right now. Why the hell can I see a little metallic glint forming into a circle where the two sides of the jackets are meeting?
I'm still nervous about what's going on and scared out of my wits, but I'm more stunned now than anything. Every little individual strand of fur on my body feels like it's being singed, and that should really hurt, or at least feel a little uncomfortable... but the only place where it does is my hair. I can feel little strands of it around the sides of my ears breaking off, almost like it's being shortened down and molded by the flames. I can feel other sensations, too, like a deep throbbing along my body, kinda like the muscles on my frame are just gently being pushed and toned out slightly... the same feeling along my spine, some warm mechanical massager buzzing over my back and pulling me taller so that the remainders of my shirt aren't enough to cover my belly like my newly leathery jacket... a dripping sensation like wax flowing across some of the hair on my face, pulling across my cheeks to make the fur there more unruly and slightly fluffier, and down over my chin to make the fur there droop longer and heavier, feeling more weighty and coarser... my hands tense, fingers longer and palm wider... I feel like something inside me's slowly melting... I try to ask Fahrenheit what the hell's going on and almost choke on the embers and smoke I'm producing.
"Man, I thought you were smart enough to not suck down smoke." The burnt-orange furred cat says in response. "Don't fucking suffocate yourself, idiot, you're burning so good right now..."
I look to him with pleading eyes, my lips pulling into a deep frown. They slowly trend back into a slightly curled but still-neutral look, and I don't know why. Fahrenheit responds even if I can't explain exactly what I'm asking. "I could just kill you, if you really want me to stop." I want to scream at him that I don't want that, but I also don't want this. My hair feels like it's starting to lift and raise back in the direction of the flame. It's too narrow, like it only covers the middle of my skull now... everything else is torched down to the size of my coat. "I'm usually not this generous, too! You got me in a really good mood, Celsius, and this'll work out for both of us! Don't get all suicidal on me. You know it's gonna sting like a bitch."
Fuck him, I'm not suicidal! I just feel... really warm inside all of a sudden. Like toasty warm. "Just downed an entire cup of hot cocoa fresh out of the microwave and it burned real good" warm. "Something inside me just turned to slush and now it's boiling and pouring out of my nostrils as steam" warm. This fire just shifted from a pressure to a blanket that I want to roll around in... and I start showing teeth. It's a small little curl up around the lips, a grimace at first as I fall to my knees, my sneakers melting up my ankles and thighs and turning into heavy boots. My tail flips in front of me and I see that there's a fully alight flame on the tip. A big, teardrop of orange, red, and white is currently fraying the tip of my tail like the end of a candle's whick, and the ridiculousness of seeing my tail lit up like a torch gets me into a full grin, and suddenly things don't seem so bad, even if my fur's changed to a shade of orange like his is...
They are, though, and I'm fucking stupid not to recognize what's happening right now as I try to lift my paws to my muzzle to pull my lips out of the grin it's trying to form. It feels good, and that's the problem. I'm not supposed to have a goatee, or like to be surrounded by fire. The latter's common sense, and the former's too hard to maintain without it looking like ass! Think practical thoughts, F... Ffffffaaaaaaaack, Celsius, there we go! Think practical thoughts, you little fireball! If you end up as a supervillain (Why wasn't it obvious so sooner?), you're never going to get an autobiography published unless you're holding someone to the fucking press and demanding they do it! Where's the goddamn money in that?
My paws are shaking in front of me now as Fahrenheit steps forwards. It's hard to keep the thoughts from smelting into different shapes in my head... they've been melted so viscous and free-flowing that I'm having trouble putting them together... which is because I'm flawed. That's fine, though. That's why I'm a... My eyes widen again as he pushes me over. I don't remember who I am anymore, my identity's melted into a soup with some ice cubes to try and cool it down in my head as he straddles me on the concrete, gripping the sides of my domino mask with his thumbs and mushing them upwards...
As the eyeholes of my mask become more and more warped, increasingly triangular and sharp, clarity pushes through me. The only kind of peace I like hits me... the peace of knowing that what I'm doing makes sense. What I'm doing is right (well, for me, heheh...). I'm flawed, man. Supervillains are flawed. They're the most flawed people around. Some people are so flawed that when they get superpowers the powers fuck them, and then there's no place to go but be a supervillain. That's me. I may have been horrified and bawled my eyes out at the prospect earlier, but there's no more tears now. They've all evaporated in this heat. This scorching, radiating, cinnamon with a hint of ghost pepper heat that I can breathe in and feel roll around my insides like fresh linen that I haven't torched yet. So I'm a supervillain. I can't change all of that statement, but I can change some of it. I'm THE supervillain. No boundary I won't cross. No baby I won't field-goal kick. No charity donation I won't burn between my fingertips. There's nothing I can't do, because I'm me, dammit, and me's all I can be. I grin, my lips curling as far as they can go, far enough that my upper gums are kinda visible, my teeth glimmering in the flames.
Speaking of things I could do... Fahrenheit... the other Fahrenheit, dimensional stuff is tricky... is currently leaning over me and pressing his ass against my crotch. He knows it's starting to give me a boner and I'll have to undo the buckle on my jean's belt soon. We think the same way, after all... "He's not looking right now. Probably rooting around for a nuclear-powered version of Hardhead to throw at San Francisco."
"Good. I hope the boar goes critical." I answer back, my paws going to his thigh. I'll have to pull my fingers away from him first to get it off, though... and I'm pretty sure I'll be getting him off beforehand, though. I'm a clever motherfucker like that. "I wonder if you could see a nuclear explosion from space. You think that NASA's still got a few shuttles around? I'll drive if you push."
"Bitch, I will make you a space station, load it with nuclear rockets, and we can irradiate if you follow through with my plan."
"You got a plan?" I press my nose up against his as one of his thumbs roll over my goatee, stroking through the coarse fur while our tails intertwine. "I thought we were going to just cuddle with each other on the floor. This is a janitor's closet. You're fucking grodey, man. ... Lay it on me."
"I'm supposed to split the power with him when he's finished doing what he's doing." The paw on my face goes to the back of my head and... what is he... I start throbbing as he rolls his claws through my mohawk, scratching through it. Of course he'd know that that would get me going, he's a cat taking care of a cat that's himself. "Maybe that would have worked for only one Fahrenheit. What do you get, though? I mean, you're helping too. You took care of this dimension's Celsius..."
"Mmmmmh... I did, yeah, I need something for that..."
"You do." As he speaks, I rest my fingers along the back of his neck and try not to cream my pants as he grinds his ass into me. "Which is why we turn him into an all-seeing ash pile after I signal that we need to talk to him and then split the power for ourselves. Half to Fahrenheit and half to Fahrenheit means that Fahrenheit gets everything."
"I can get that math. Don't even need to use the backs of Empire's finest to burn out all the algebra signs and shit. That means it's a good plan, and I endorse it." The flame that turned me into a torch keeps rising around us as Fahrenheit grips me tighter and leans in for the kiss. I can hear a fire alarm somewhere above us, so we're going to have to make this a quickie before burning the rest of the dorm down. You don't leave a job done, after all!
Then again, we might just leave this place to burn out so that the fire department focuses on it while we light up another part of the campus. You know what? Razing Empire U to the ground is too good for it. Fuck this place. We're coming back when we get ourselves a big load of new power and all the hubris to go with it. Have all the insurance money you want when you end up in the middle of a tornado of fire a thousand miles wide, pricks.
My first upload of 2014! This was something I got from
furii that I'm super pleased about, and I think you can see why! Go favorite this over at his gallery over here as well!
Celsius belongs to me, who else?
Fahrenheit belongs to furii and myself!
Empire City, Empire U, Hardhead, and all related characters belong to
blackjackaught!
Y'know, honestly? I don't get how he can keep smiling at a time like this.
I was a little freaked out when I came back to my dorm room and saw a version of me with a goatee, piercings, black boots, and a leather vest sitting on my bed after having melted the lock off the dorm room. I still am now that Fahrenheit's finished explaining how he's been working to stop that guy that took out Naan-Canaan... that's the dot guy's name, right? I mean, I understand the situation a hell of a lot more since my alternate-self filled me in on this... Evil me wants to cause a lot of chaos in my reality, Fahrenheit came from his world and is attempting to stop him... Knowing why the situation is happening helps a little. Fahrenheit says he can get me back to where Naan-Canaan first started talking to me about his impending incapacitation... I doubt that. That's what's got me worried. I mean, all I've seen him do so far is produce fire from his paws and drink an entire bottle of hot sauce without crying. Nothing even prompted the latter, he just opened up my minifridge, grabbed the bottle, was all "Check this out," and there he went. Unless he has some kind of device on him, I'm pretty sure it's going to be hard to just break through reality to get back there and to the evil alternate me.
He's treating this like he can just do it with a wave of his paw though. He's even having us take the stairs down! I never take the stairs out of my dorm while I'm in costume. It would raise too many questions about where I live, you know? "Can we walk a little faster?" I ask as I follow him down. "Curfew's in a few hours, and..."
"Do you really give a fuck about curfew?" Fahrenheit turns back to ask me. "Celsius, c'mon... you're a superhero! Police don't care about us being around out after Halloween curfew, it's our jobs! Our lives went in drastic directions, I know, but... I know that some part of you would make you go out even if you weren't. You wanna wave your dick in authority's face and let them know you got work to do!"
He's so right there. In that case, I would be walking out anyways, because Fahrenheit and myself are the only two supers in Empire who know anything about what's happened to Naan-Canaan and what could be happening soon. Fahrenheit's so fucking cool... I mean, I like how I dress and look, and those jeans would probably pop my balls if I wore them as part of my costume, and those piercings... My parents would dump their cores at the thought of those earrings, and he's probably got more underneath his clothes... but there's things about him that I would emulate, you know? I'm not really... okay, maybe I am a little conscious about my public image. (Saved Mayor Briar a while back and I can't get it out of my head, fuck yeah!) Fahrenheit acts like he doesn't have a reputation to ruin. That's cool. I could learn from him. I don't have the luxury of creating new identities for myself anymore since I actually started wearing a proper costume instead of a ski mask. Screw-ups stick, but I can't let that control me.
We keep heading down the stairway towards the metal door at the bottom. Once we step outside, he's going to lead me... where, exactly? He's been pretty coy about that, but at least he's letting me walk further ahead of him now. Thinking about that makes me feel weird. Fahrenheit's been leading since he knows more about that alternate universe dickhole, but in and of itself that's a little weird because he hasn't explained how he knows him. They have to be from different dimensions, if Fahrenheit's telling the truth about his past... unless, of course, he's a clone, at which point things get a whole lot more complicated. Let's not focus on that when there's so many other questions to ask... such as how Fahrenheit's been unable to deal with this guy when the fire-powered cat seems competent enough to do so...
He's got his paws on my shoulders as soon as I step off the last stair. Fahrenheit grasps one of my arms and pulls it behind my back before I can turn around to face him. I still try. The knee to the base of my spine really hurts and keeps me busy as he pushes me towards the big janitor's closet at the bottom of the stairs. Yeah, I kick out to the wall to try and get myself braced before he can get the door open. Yeah, it doesn't work.
"He said if I got this dimension's version of him alone and under control I'd get a taste of divine power!" Fahrenheit yells as he tosses me forwards into the large closet. "Let's see how it feels to be a demigod!"
I can't freeze his arm before he punches it up diagonally and engulfs me from my feet upwards in flame. The most I can do is raise my own arms up in confusion and fear and scream as I'm overwhelmed... The pain, for some reason, isn't present, even if I am on fire. It's just one realization buried underneath how horrified I am at the moment... I can see my clothes burning, for fuck's sake! My t-shirt's tearing away in the fire, whipping towards the ceiling piece of piece as it becomes hot embers that get sucked into a nearby fan. The cotton of my sweatpants feels like they're getting baked by the inferno, getting harder on my legs... or are they getting shorter and tighter on me? My down vest is... this is fucking weird. I'm pretty sure it should be melting into my fur right now, not melting together and darkening like it is right now. Why the hell can I see a little metallic glint forming into a circle where the two sides of the jackets are meeting?
I'm still nervous about what's going on and scared out of my wits, but I'm more stunned now than anything. Every little individual strand of fur on my body feels like it's being singed, and that should really hurt, or at least feel a little uncomfortable... but the only place where it does is my hair. I can feel little strands of it around the sides of my ears breaking off, almost like it's being shortened down and molded by the flames. I can feel other sensations, too, like a deep throbbing along my body, kinda like the muscles on my frame are just gently being pushed and toned out slightly... the same feeling along my spine, some warm mechanical massager buzzing over my back and pulling me taller so that the remainders of my shirt aren't enough to cover my belly like my newly leathery jacket... a dripping sensation like wax flowing across some of the hair on my face, pulling across my cheeks to make the fur there more unruly and slightly fluffier, and down over my chin to make the fur there droop longer and heavier, feeling more weighty and coarser... my hands tense, fingers longer and palm wider... I feel like something inside me's slowly melting... I try to ask Fahrenheit what the hell's going on and almost choke on the embers and smoke I'm producing.
"Man, I thought you were smart enough to not suck down smoke." The burnt-orange furred cat says in response. "Don't fucking suffocate yourself, idiot, you're burning so good right now..."
I look to him with pleading eyes, my lips pulling into a deep frown. They slowly trend back into a slightly curled but still-neutral look, and I don't know why. Fahrenheit responds even if I can't explain exactly what I'm asking. "I could just kill you, if you really want me to stop." I want to scream at him that I don't want that, but I also don't want this. My hair feels like it's starting to lift and raise back in the direction of the flame. It's too narrow, like it only covers the middle of my skull now... everything else is torched down to the size of my coat. "I'm usually not this generous, too! You got me in a really good mood, Celsius, and this'll work out for both of us! Don't get all suicidal on me. You know it's gonna sting like a bitch."
Fuck him, I'm not suicidal! I just feel... really warm inside all of a sudden. Like toasty warm. "Just downed an entire cup of hot cocoa fresh out of the microwave and it burned real good" warm. "Something inside me just turned to slush and now it's boiling and pouring out of my nostrils as steam" warm. This fire just shifted from a pressure to a blanket that I want to roll around in... and I start showing teeth. It's a small little curl up around the lips, a grimace at first as I fall to my knees, my sneakers melting up my ankles and thighs and turning into heavy boots. My tail flips in front of me and I see that there's a fully alight flame on the tip. A big, teardrop of orange, red, and white is currently fraying the tip of my tail like the end of a candle's whick, and the ridiculousness of seeing my tail lit up like a torch gets me into a full grin, and suddenly things don't seem so bad, even if my fur's changed to a shade of orange like his is...
They are, though, and I'm fucking stupid not to recognize what's happening right now as I try to lift my paws to my muzzle to pull my lips out of the grin it's trying to form. It feels good, and that's the problem. I'm not supposed to have a goatee, or like to be surrounded by fire. The latter's common sense, and the former's too hard to maintain without it looking like ass! Think practical thoughts, F... Ffffffaaaaaaaack, Celsius, there we go! Think practical thoughts, you little fireball! If you end up as a supervillain (Why wasn't it obvious so sooner?), you're never going to get an autobiography published unless you're holding someone to the fucking press and demanding they do it! Where's the goddamn money in that?
My paws are shaking in front of me now as Fahrenheit steps forwards. It's hard to keep the thoughts from smelting into different shapes in my head... they've been melted so viscous and free-flowing that I'm having trouble putting them together... which is because I'm flawed. That's fine, though. That's why I'm a... My eyes widen again as he pushes me over. I don't remember who I am anymore, my identity's melted into a soup with some ice cubes to try and cool it down in my head as he straddles me on the concrete, gripping the sides of my domino mask with his thumbs and mushing them upwards...
As the eyeholes of my mask become more and more warped, increasingly triangular and sharp, clarity pushes through me. The only kind of peace I like hits me... the peace of knowing that what I'm doing makes sense. What I'm doing is right (well, for me, heheh...). I'm flawed, man. Supervillains are flawed. They're the most flawed people around. Some people are so flawed that when they get superpowers the powers fuck them, and then there's no place to go but be a supervillain. That's me. I may have been horrified and bawled my eyes out at the prospect earlier, but there's no more tears now. They've all evaporated in this heat. This scorching, radiating, cinnamon with a hint of ghost pepper heat that I can breathe in and feel roll around my insides like fresh linen that I haven't torched yet. So I'm a supervillain. I can't change all of that statement, but I can change some of it. I'm THE supervillain. No boundary I won't cross. No baby I won't field-goal kick. No charity donation I won't burn between my fingertips. There's nothing I can't do, because I'm me, dammit, and me's all I can be. I grin, my lips curling as far as they can go, far enough that my upper gums are kinda visible, my teeth glimmering in the flames.
Speaking of things I could do... Fahrenheit... the other Fahrenheit, dimensional stuff is tricky... is currently leaning over me and pressing his ass against my crotch. He knows it's starting to give me a boner and I'll have to undo the buckle on my jean's belt soon. We think the same way, after all... "He's not looking right now. Probably rooting around for a nuclear-powered version of Hardhead to throw at San Francisco."
"Good. I hope the boar goes critical." I answer back, my paws going to his thigh. I'll have to pull my fingers away from him first to get it off, though... and I'm pretty sure I'll be getting him off beforehand, though. I'm a clever motherfucker like that. "I wonder if you could see a nuclear explosion from space. You think that NASA's still got a few shuttles around? I'll drive if you push."
"Bitch, I will make you a space station, load it with nuclear rockets, and we can irradiate if you follow through with my plan."
"You got a plan?" I press my nose up against his as one of his thumbs roll over my goatee, stroking through the coarse fur while our tails intertwine. "I thought we were going to just cuddle with each other on the floor. This is a janitor's closet. You're fucking grodey, man. ... Lay it on me."
"I'm supposed to split the power with him when he's finished doing what he's doing." The paw on my face goes to the back of my head and... what is he... I start throbbing as he rolls his claws through my mohawk, scratching through it. Of course he'd know that that would get me going, he's a cat taking care of a cat that's himself. "Maybe that would have worked for only one Fahrenheit. What do you get, though? I mean, you're helping too. You took care of this dimension's Celsius..."
"Mmmmmh... I did, yeah, I need something for that..."
"You do." As he speaks, I rest my fingers along the back of his neck and try not to cream my pants as he grinds his ass into me. "Which is why we turn him into an all-seeing ash pile after I signal that we need to talk to him and then split the power for ourselves. Half to Fahrenheit and half to Fahrenheit means that Fahrenheit gets everything."
"I can get that math. Don't even need to use the backs of Empire's finest to burn out all the algebra signs and shit. That means it's a good plan, and I endorse it." The flame that turned me into a torch keeps rising around us as Fahrenheit grips me tighter and leans in for the kiss. I can hear a fire alarm somewhere above us, so we're going to have to make this a quickie before burning the rest of the dorm down. You don't leave a job done, after all!
Then again, we might just leave this place to burn out so that the fire department focuses on it while we light up another part of the campus. You know what? Razing Empire U to the ground is too good for it. Fuck this place. We're coming back when we get ourselves a big load of new power and all the hubris to go with it. Have all the insurance money you want when you end up in the middle of a tornado of fire a thousand miles wide, pricks.
My first upload of 2014! This was something I got from
furii that I'm super pleased about, and I think you can see why! Go favorite this over at his gallery over here as well!Celsius belongs to me, who else?
Fahrenheit belongs to
furii and myself!Empire City, Empire U, Hardhead, and all related characters belong to
blackjackaught!
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