The More They Shouldn't Stay the Same
A/n: This couldn't even be canon if I wanted it to be.
The day at Brockton Bay Central Bank began as any other.
The tellers came to their booths, the doors unlocked, and the customers flooded in. Lines were made, checks were cashed, and accounts were opened. Another day, business as usual.
It all came to an end when a black fog came silently rolling in. It curled in, hugging the walls and exits. The windows became hidden behind the smoke, and all sound from the outside world was snuffed out. It was like a curtain of deep black had been drawn upon the world.
The customers huddled against the counters and columns of the lobby. The feeble few security guards pulling out guns and tasers with shaky hands. Then, unbidden, their hands twitched, dropping them. Before they could collect them again, something hit them in the neck. They had just enough time to grunt and reach for it before they each fell unconscious.
With the last guard asleep on the ground,
they came.
Out of the rolling black, came five capes. One dressed as a renaissance jest, another the mask of a dog. One man wore thick bike leathers and helmet stylized with a skull, concealing every inch of skin from sight, while one girl wore a purple and black catsuit and a domino mask that left little to the imagination. The last to leave was a lithe androgynous figure wearing dark segmented armor whose golden-eyed helmet let their long, wavy, black hair cascading down their back.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The girl in the catsuit called out with a smile spun from silk, gathering the attention of all inside, "May we have your attention please!"
The man in black leathers stepped forward. More of the black smog billowed out of vents fashioned into his costume. "You might know us as the Undersiders. We're just here for money and valuables in the bank. Don't interfere and don't play a hero, and no one gets hurt. Get in our way, and well…"
The man in black leathers gestured with an open hand to the rest of his team.
Three large beasts ranging from the size of a horse to that of a bear jumped out of the fog. Horns, spikes, and plates of bone adorned their muscled flesh. Two of them circled around the edges of the bank, teeth bared as they waited for someone to make a move. The last one hovered over the Underside in the dog mask, waiting on them like a faithful pet.
The figure in armor waved a hand through the air, and a swarm of insectoid creatures came crawling, flying, and hopping out of every corner of mist in the bank. They ranged in size from that of a simple housefly to imposing and nightmarish figures as large as a great dane.
One of the smaller scorpion-like creatures crawled up the shirt of one of the tellers, resting on their arm with stinger raised in anticipation.
"My swarm doesn't happen to like people very much." The armored figure threatened in a surprisingly feminine voice, "I wouldn't make any sudden moves...or I might not be responsible for what happens next."
"Same," Added the dog masked Undersider in a gruff voice.
"So," The catsuited one said with a Cheshire grin, "As you can see, it's in your best interest to jus-"
"Taylor?" A voice in the crowd interrupted.
"
Oh shit," the armored one whispered.
"Taylor, I swear to god, if that's you in there…"
The one in segmented armor cleared their throat and in a clearly forced deep voice said, "I don't know who you're talking about, my name is…uh...Monarch."
"Yeah, yeah, Monarch works," She whispers to herself.
A tall young woman with long dark frizzy hair, a dark leather jacket, boots, and dark knee-length skirt stands up from the crowd of huddled people. She walks over to Monarch without an ounce of fear and stands in front of her for a moment. Monarch stares back, two winged spider-like bugs on sitting on either shoulder.
Then the young woman smacks Monarch on the side of the head in a movement so fast, Tattletale hadn't even realized anything had happened until she heard Monarch curse.
"Owe!" She said, dropping the stage voice.
"Yep, that's you alright," The woman nodded, satisfied by her findings.
Monarch tries to smack her back, but the woman just steps out of her reach gracefully.
The woman smirks, looking at Monarch with a haughty expression, "Dad's gonna be so mad."
"What?" Monarch recoils, "No, Amy,
please. You can't tell dad, he'll
freak."
"Oh yeah," Amy crosses her arms in a self-satisfied motion, "You're gonna be
so grounded."
"I can't be grounded, I've got...stuff…" Monarch said evasively.
"Well that's what you get for henching without consulting Dad," Amy shrugged.
"Wait wait wait," Monarch forestalls with a wave of her hand, "You mean that's
serious?"
"Yeah," Amy replies in a bland tone.
"I thought that was a joke!"
"It's on the list, Tay.
The List."
"B-b-but I'm not henching!" Monarch exclaims.
Amy pointedly looks around at the rest of the Undersiders and the bank they are trying to rob. "Kinda looks like your henching, sis."
"Nuh-uh," Monarch stands up straight, almost preening. Her creatures all chitter around her in salute, "
I am being given an equal share to the rest of them. I'm part of the team."
Behind her, Tattletale could hear Regent whisper to Grue, "I thought she was getting a trial cut?"
"Don't tell her that," Grue whispered back, "I want to keep all my organs."
"Wait," Amy held up a hand, trying and failing not to smile, "You're
supervillianing without consulting dad?"
"I…" Monarch paused, "That's worse, isn't it?"
"That's so much worse,"
"Fuck."
"Language."
"I hate you."
"Love you too, sis."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm your sister. This is what sisters do."
"They embarrass their siblings in front of their friends?"
"Yep!"
Grue cleared his throat,
"Ma'am," He began in a deeper voice than normal, stepping up towards Monarch's sister, "Unless you want someone to get hurt, I'm going to have to ask you to-"
"Brian?"
Grue paused.
Amy shoved her face up to Grue's helmet, scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes. She sniffed once.
"Brian," She whispered, "I swear to god, if I find out you roped Taylor into this, I will explain to Aisha how much you like to dress up like a fucking edgelo-"
"OH NO!" Grue said loudly, recoiling away from Amy, "I'VE LEFT MY STOVE ON!"
There was a burst of black smoke from Grue's body. He was obscured from view for everyone in the building. When the smoke disappated, he was gone, along with all of his fog he'd placed around the building. In his place, was a note laying on the ground.
Regent picked it up.
"Sorry guys," he read, "I don't get paid enough to replace my stuff at the house if it gets burned down. Or to pay my medical bills if all my bones get broken, on a completely unrelated note." Regent looked up to Tattletale with a pointed look, "Have fun without me. Tats is in charge.."
Well, fuck Tattletale thought, a frozen and strained smile on her face.
Amy turned back to Matriarch. "Come on Taylor, we're going home."
"No," Monarch shook her head, "I promised I'd help them out."
"Well too bad," Amy shrugged, "I'm not letting my baby sister get dragged down with a bunch of two-bit gangsters."
"It's my decision to make," Monarch said adamantly, holding her arms up in a loose fighter's stance, "You can't stop me."
"You think Dad would be happy about that?"
Monarch faltered.
I've got to turn this around somehow, Tattletale thought,
Fortunately, I've got an idea
"Monarch," Tattletale said, sliding up beside the armored girl, "This is your big sister, right?"
Monarch glanced at Tattletale uncertainty, but affirmed cautiously, "...Yeah?"
"Hasn't she been bearing down on you all your life?" Tattletale said, almost whispering it into her ear. "She's always been there, trying to direct you, tell you what's best, just making you an extension of her life, right?"
"Yeah," Monarch nodded more quickly this time, slowly coming around to Tattletale's implications.
"Don't you want to stand up for yourself? Show her who's boss?" Tattletale said, "Get her back for all the times she's embarrassed you, lorded her age and power over you?"
"Yeah." Monarch nodded enthusiastically this time.
Amy's head twisted slowly the side. Her dark glare began to bore into the side of Tattletale's head. She ignored it.
"Why don't you show
her this time? Stand up for yourself, Monarch. Make her respect your drive." Tattletale finished with a pat on the girl's shoulder.
"Yeah!" Monarch cheered, all of her bugs chattering loudly with.
Amy's voice cut through it all like an ice cold blade through the water.
"Did you just turn my sister against me?"
"Maybe?" Tattletale shrugged with a vulpine grin. Monarch was a powerhouse for the team. If anyone could hold off Amy and let them escape, it'd be Monarch, especially since they were sisters.
Amy won't dare hurt her precious little sister, and while Taylor won't go all out either, she'll do everything she can to slow her older sister down. Bonus, even if Taylor has to stay behind to stop Amy, it's not like Amy would let anything bad happen to her sister. Tattletale felt quite good about how flawless the plan she'd whipped up on the spot was.
Amy looked at Tattletale with dead eyes. "When I'm done here, I'm gonna-"
She was cut off when Monarch let out a battlecry and tackled her sister to the ground, her army of insectoid creatures joining in on the dogpile.
Tattletale laughed at the misfortune of their would-be obstacle. Monarch might be mad at them for a little while, but she could tell that the two sisters had probably the healthiest family relationship in all the Undersiders. Not that that was saying much.
"Alright, Bitch," Tattletale spun on her heel to face her bullish teammate, "Get the dogs so we can get out of here. We're not salvaging this heist."
Bitch rolled her eyes, and action clear even through her dollar-store dog mask, but whistled for her dogs.
Brutus, the largest of the three, bounded over from the other side of the bank. Even beefed up by Bitch's power like this, Tattletale could still see the big dumb slobbering dog in the way it ran over to his master with all the joy and haste it bring to bare. Tattletale was just thinking about how weirdly cute it was when a golden lance of light punched through the ceiling of the bank and speared through Brutus's head, causing it to explode in a wet pop of meat, blood, and bone, and sending the rest of his body rolling over itself in a stop.
[Superheated beam of energy flash vaporized blood in Brutus's head][Damage missed the true body of Brutus][You are covered in Brutus's blood]
Before Tattletale had time to come to terms with the fact that she was drenched in Brutus's hot blood, five more spears of light tore through the ceiling, carving out a hole through the roof.
[Beams not directed at Brutus][Attack incidental, primary purpose was access][Only one parahuman in the city is known to fire multiple beams of golden energy at once]
Oh fuck, Tattletale swallowed nervously.
As she shivered, a figure descended from the hole. She was wreathed in a intense, warm, golden, light. It emanated from her body and radiated from her eyes as the girl descended like a goddess from on high. Even wearing simple streat clothes, jeans, sneakers, and hoodie, she looked divine. The moment the radiant light touched her, Tattletale relaxed, she felt calmer. Why should she be scared? There was nothing to fear, it was only Glory Girl.
"
You!" Glory Girl boomed imperiously, striking out a finger at the one who'd dared earned her ire, her eyes burning with furious golden power.
Amy, from her position of putting Monarch in a headlock, slumped. "God dammit," She cursed.
Abruptly, Glory Girl's Radiance disappeared, leaving Tattletale blinking.
What was I just thinking? She rubbed the dark spots out of her eyes.
"You ditched me!" Glory Girl, or Victoria, cried, throwing her hands in the air.
"I was just...getting some stuff." Amy shrugged, dropping sister to the ground. Monarch collapsed on the floor in her armor and groaned in misery.
"You said you were going to the bathroom."
"Yeah,"
"You're at the bank"
"The bank has a bathroom."
"The bank's also five blocks away."
"I need the exercise. We can't all have powers that lift our fatass off the scales."
Victoria rolled her eyes, "Why are you even going to a bank, anyways?"
"I needed to cash a check."
"You needed to cash a check?"
"Some of us actually work for a living."
"Wait, you're getting cash? Why don't you just use direct deposit."
"And what, trust the internet? Put my faith in a bit of plastic? With Archon around?"
"Ugh," Victoria groaned in disgust, lowering herself so she hovered only a few inches above the ground. "I'm not failing this project because you don't want to study together."
"I study just fine on my own," Amy huffed.
"It's a
group project," Victoria enunciated, leaning in and gesturing with her hands to get the message across, "We have to work
to-geth-er"
"And we will," Amy nodded, "the day before it's due."
"Procrastination isn't going to get us an A," Vicky said slowly, as if she was talking to a particularly stupid child.
"Works well enough for me," Amy shrugged, "And I make straight A's"
[Is a ruthless cheater and/or Thinker]
"Yeah, and it's a fucking miracle," Victoria rolled her eyes, "But unlike some people, I have to actually
try to pass my AP classes."
"Not my fault you're as dumb as that other blonde over there," Amy gestured towards Tattletale.
Victoria blinked and spun around, only now noticing the collection of costumed individuals in the room. Tattletale, for her part, was only now coming to her bearings once more.
"Wha?" She said, noticing the attention on her.
Victoria spun around back to Amelia and asked, "And what was with the Wards I saw outside."
For an instant, Tattletale had a glimmer of hope. She saw a sliver of a chance to escape, dignity intact, a way to twist this back on the two, distract the girls who clearly disliked each other and make a clean getaway.
And then she saw the way a shark's grin crawled it's way onto Amelia's lips, the way her cold and sadistic eyes shone with a cunning light, and Tattletale's heart dropped.
"Bitch, ru-" Tattletale tried to shout when something flew into her mouth. The sudden sound drew Victoria's attention, and with her eyes directed away Amy seized the moment to reach down and rip the helmet off her sister's head.
[Is also a brute][Has a plan]
"Those are the Undersiders," Amy called out, pointing an accusing finger at Tattletale as she finally managed to clear her throat. "Those vile villains sought to use my sister as a hostage, they even tried to seduce her into their sinister group." Amy said as she pulled her sister into a hug. Her own smilinging cheeks pressing into Taylor's thoroughly annoyed ones.
Tattletale glanced up at Victoria, hoping she wouldn't go along with something with so many holes. Vicky spun in the air slowly, holding halfway between the Undersiders and Amelia. She gave the sister a careful look, and when Tattletale looked back down at the two of them, she saw to her surprise that Monarch was gone, and Taylor, in plain street clothes, was in her place, held in Amelia's embrace and glaring at her sister.
[Not real clothes][Matter created from Amy's flesh][Taylor is covered in her sister's skin.]
[Taylor knows this]
"I hate you." Taylor whispered in her sister's ear. "I hate you so much."
Tattletale gagged.
"They what?" Victoria said in a mixture of shock and rage. The six golden orbs floating around her began to orbit her faster and faster, each revolution causing them to grow brighter and brighter.
"You wouldn't let these villains hurt your cousin's girlfriend, would you?" Amy said innocently as she pointedly ignored her sister.
Taylor bristled, "We're not dating!"
Victoria, however, ignored the younger sibling.
"How
Dare They!" She growled, twisting around to glare right at Tattletale, twin suns replacing her once ocean blue eyes.
As Tattletale looked into that golden light, she realized she should surrender. Why fight the inevitable? Victoria would show mercy, she was a hero after all. She was one of the good guys. If Tattletale surrendered, then maybe she could be a hero too? Maybe she could-
"They, the blonde one even tried to turned my sister against me. Like that would work." Amy shook her head, "What an fucking idiot."
In an instant, white hot fury shot through Tattletale's veins with such ferocity that it purged all other thoughts. Before she could even stop to think about it, she drew her gun and fired it at Amelia, the bitch who'd
dared to call her an idiot.
Tattletale scarcely had time to realize the monumentally bad decision she'd made before one of Victoria's golden orbs flew in front of Amy. In an instant it expanded, extruding it's form into a flat oval the size of a door. The bullet slammed into the disk and sizzled, disintegrating into vapor from the intense heat of the hard light construct.
Victoria, no, Tattletale realized,
Glory Girl, floated into her view, a thunderous scowl on her face.
"Oh fuck," Tattletale whispered.
Bitch let out a warcry, "Angelica, Judas,
hurt!", while Regent lifted his scepter.
The two remaining demon dogs charged Glory Girl. She raised a hand with a stern expression and two of her orbs formed into large flat disks, while the other four rest extruded out into long, javelin-like, forms.
With a sweep of his hand, Victoria's arms slammed into each other as Judas lunged for her. Glory Girl frowned, but floated leisurely to the side, sending a disk in front of her to block Judas's attack. The supercharged dog slammed into the golden disk and scrambled against it. His armored and spiky skin began to smoke, bubble, and charr, and the dog lept back with a deep growl.
Angelica flanked Glory Girl from behind, right where her blind spot was.
[Has no blindspots][Orbs provide 360 vision]
Tattletale's eyes widened as she saw Victoria's finger twitch.
When Angelica's jaws were mere inches away from Victoria's arm, a lance of golden light speared into her skull, slamming into it with such force that it punched through her body and pinned her body to the ground. The dog whimpered in pain as the hard light javelin began to melt it's body.
Bitch roared in fury and charged Victoria and Regent made another gesture to tie Victoria's hands up. Judas came from behind with renewed vigor.
[Doesn't need hands to control orbs]
"Wait!" Tattletale cried out, but it was too late. With a single radiant sneer from Glory Girl, it was all over.
Two of Victoria's spears shifted back into orbs before shooting forward and slamming into Bitch and Regent's stomach's hard enough to lift them into the air. One of Glory Girl's disks slung around her body like sling shot and cut straight through Judas's body like a hardlight buzzsaw.
The dog's body fell to the ground into two sizzling piles of meat while Bitch and Regent lay on the ground, only able to clutch their stomachs as they groaned in pain.
Tattletale was stuck looking at her fallen comrades while Victoria slowly floated down to her. Four golden javelins hung above her head, their tips all pointed straight at Tattletale, while her disks slowly orbited around her body.
"I-I surrender," Tattletale said, holding her hands up and dropping her gun.
Glory Girl smirked, "
That's the first smart thing you've done all day." she said through her Radiance.
Tattletale grimaced and bit back a retort. Instead, she looked at the two sister, and Taylor, the one she'd hoped could save them, and Amelia, the one who'd doomed them.
Amelia looked back, a smug expression that made Tattletale start to realize why maybe people said she had a punchable face. That lasted until Taylor took something out of her jacket.
"Wha-? Taylor, wait!" She shouted, chasing after her sister.
"I'm calling dad!" Taylor responded, sticking her tongue out.
"No! I'm calling dad! And you're gonna be so grounded!"
"Not when I tell him about how you're ditching your study buddy!"
"You fucking wouldn't!"
"Language!"
It was at this point that Tattletale decided she really shouldn't have gotten out of bed today.
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A/n: Yeah, this couldn't even be canon if I wanted it to be. Way to many things are different, nothing lines up, and for the most part this whole setup and execution is illogical. There are so many things here where X can't happen because Y has happened, or for C to happen B would have needed to occur, and instead we got A.
Still, the idea amused me enough to do this.
I'm rough posting this on SV to see if there are any major errors you guys can pick up. Also because I'm lacking time to do as much editing as I would like myself. And I'm sick.
Sorry, this took so long to come out, too. I wanted this out by the weekend. So much for that.
I'll try to get the next proper chap, the PRT Interlude I promised, out soon, but we'll see what happens there. It's mostly done, just needs touching up, but sometimes that easier said than done.
Anyways, hope it turned out entertaining, at the very least.