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Nolan Grayson had a rather normal day that Monday. He had attended the mandatory monthly GDA update meeting because his usual excuse of ‘it was his turn with the grandkid’ went up in flames a couple of hours before the whole thing, and he was feeling pretty generous overall in concepts related to his Hero activities.
He couldn’t say the same about his book writing career, however. When Nolan eventually stopped researching papers about the Evolution of Quirks after certain…mental decisions; he still needed something to do in his leisure time. At that point, he had been a member of the GDA for a while, so via connections, they found a publishing house for him. He had ignored all of his editor’s protests that the writing in the ‘sci-fi’ books was too stale and mechanical for the audience, because well, he could , he was in the GDA after all. And then the Goodreads reviews creeped in.
And now he was looking up how to attend creative writing classes: If people legitimately copy pasted the review of “Great concept and world-building, but the writing feels like I’m reading about waiting for the station to arrive."again, well.
Back in Viltrum, these petty problems didn’t exist.
So, there he was, the brochures in front of him, skimming the information when he sensed that someone else was in the house.
They made no sound, but Nolan noticed his presence- he rolled his eyes. Sure, Nolan had to agree they were good at sneaking in, but even a pack of the strongest Heroes had trouble with Viltrumite good, like he was. In fact, if he found out that the perpetrator thought he was robbing a normal house instead of one with Omni-Man in it, he should probably throw them a pity bone.
To his surprise, however, the figure slowly came flying into his view, and stopped in front of the main picture mantle in the living room.
“So,” the flying figure of a carbon copy of his son said, “Grandkid in this Dimension already, huh? Normally we’re all in the same time frame, but I’m looking at these pictures and well, it does seem that that isn’t the reason this Dimension is different, isn’t it? Like, wow! I actually graduated college here?” He looked at the picture row that were arranged in the various graduations the education system on Earth had deemed important to celebrate.
Nolan felt like he was waking up from a long, deep sleep. “What do you want?” He asked- with fear he may have let out a rasp.
“I. What do I want?” His not-son questioned. He threw his hands up in the air. “Well, I come in peace! Really!”
“I don't believe you.” Nolan responded.
“Course you don’t. Bet Angstrom Levy already told you, didn’t he?”
Nolan nonchalantly threw the brochures on the nearby coffee table. “He…had his moment.”
He remembers Levy, alright. Guy had the audacity to track him down and question him as to why he was doing his best in making sure Mark didn’t…grow into his powers, so to speak. He had to give it to the guy, he had only cornered him in a site where cameras were available; he couldn’t take care of him in the heat of the moment.
“But I’m telling you, I’m actually one of the few good ones! Yeah uh, my own…Angstrom confirmed it to me, a while back, so uh. We don’t really have to talk about that really, but! I do want to know- how did you do it?” He asked curiously.
Nolan stepped a bit closer to his not son; based on previous information, he could sense that this…Mark was a significant amount younger than his kid.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nolan continued.
Not-his-kid groaned. “Dude, come on! You don’t have all day, but I do!”
“Then you better guess until it’s time for me to kick you out, then.” Nolan threatened- ugh, this guy really seemed like he was gonna have to take things to a back alley or something along those lines.
“UGH! W O W!” Not-his-kid groaned exasperatedly, “Already with the threats?” He flew into the couch, made himself comfortable, and picked up the remote. “It hasn’t even been like five minutes.”
Not-his-kid flipped the channels until he reached the Entertainment ones. “...But you’re right, I do have an educated guess.”
On the screen, they were interviewing a ‘Hero’ that had been blacklisted from working in certain countries a while back. Not only couldn’t Nolan remember why, he only remembers said ‘Hero’ because Nolan associated as the week he had to listen War Woman complaining that it was the 21th Century; nevertheless she turned out to be right in the sense that that was the week reporters were asking the stupidest questions he had heard in all of his time in Earth.
Mark had wrinkled his nose when he had mentioned them. “They’re bothering you just by association? That sounds awful.”
Nolan had shrugged his shoulders. “Seems like it’s part of the, um.-” Nolan remembers looking at Debbie at this point. System?
“It’s unfortunately part of the job.” Debbie had responded to him. “To be a Hero nowadays is back in my day that meant something, you know?”
“Sure mom.” Mark had responded.
When they finally come to destroy the earth
They'll have to go through you first
I bet they won't be expecting that.