Activation code 101:
Chapter 1.
Meet team Super
It was another excellent day in Burgess, another excellent day for a crime. 5 wannabe criminals stood in an old 'warehouse', holding 3, suspected unimportant people, hostages. The hostages were unconscious, tied together in three chairs with a few loops of bad-looking knots.
"This area looks ugly." Criminal 1 muttered darkly, taking in the sight of the warehouse. The walls were made with some sort of aluminium, quite thin and are pretty small for a warehouse. He tightened the strap on his mask around his head and turned to his other 4 companions.
"Are you sure this isn't a shed instead?" Criminal 2 huffed in annoyance, fixing her domino mask, "I told you Hans is not the sharpest tool in the shed!" Criminal 2 is definitely a woman with her dark curly mane of hair flying around, beady black eyes that showed only evil. Her shrill voice cut through the air, "Pun intended because this is 100 percent a shed."
"Hey!" Criminal 3 shouted, his red-orange hair evident as he didn't use a proper mask, only a gray scarf around his neck. His gray scarf did not cover his hideous sideburns though, one of the many flaws in his 'costume'. He thought for a while of a proper comeback before settling with, "Gothel, you aren't any better!"
"He can't even refute me!" Criminal 2 or Gothel laughed which sounded more like a bark. Hans stomped away to one of the shed's corner and let out a whine comparable to one of a wounded goat.
"That's enough Gothel, we all know just how incompetent he is." Criminal 4 spoke in a deep gravelly tone. Hans sniffled in the corner mournfully.
"Meanie!" He cried, burying his face in his hands, using his poor grey scarf as a handkerchief. Gothel scowled at the sight of her blubbering, sobbing co-villain.
"Pitchy! We need to teach him a lesson. Now how are those terrible superheroes going to find us! We told them we were in a warehouse!" Gothel shrieked again. With her high pitched voice, it should be her named 'Pitch'. Pitch or Criminal 4 just scowled at her.
"Enough Gothel!" Criminal 1 huffed, peeling off his mask, his old face scowling. He brushed a hand through his graying head.
"Dr. Callagahn," Pitch muttered, "It's been an hour and all the progress we got is a sobbing hysterical carrot-head with sideburns that makes one puke, a squawking high pitched woman that rivals a parrot, me, you and the cackling guy with the big head that's still zapping the knocked-out hostages." He slapped his face in the way you call face-palm. Dr. Callagahn turned to see the short villain with the big head and white helmet zapping electricity from his fingertips. He could swore the hostages started to smell like burnt meat.
"HEY HEY HEY TURBO THAT'S ENOUGH!" Dr. Callagahn banged his fist against the aluminum wall closest to him which made the whole shed groan in protest. "We want to make sure the prisoners are still alive not dead! We need the money boy, we're hungry and there's no food around."
"Only because you refused to scavenge from the bins!" Hans scoffed from his corner.
"NO THANKS TO YOU AT ALL, YOU BURNED THE BILLS YOU DONKEY." Dr. Callagahn bellowed. The sound bouncing through every wall in the small shed.
"By accident!" Hans protested futilely. Pitch messaged his head to suppress his growing headache. Is this his supposedly amazing team of villains?
"Alright you nimrods! I'll transfer us to a real warehouse!" Dr. Callagahn bellowed, slamming his fist in the ground and the whole shed glowed in response.
The shed began creaking, swaying back and forth as they were lifted off the ground by tiny beads. "I'm still in awe of your power," Gothel gasped, "What do you really call them, I'm not taking 'Dirt Pills' as an answer anymore."
"I call them 'Microbeads' because well...tiny sphere-like pills made out of dirt or dirt pills." Dr. Callaghan deadpanned. Gothel stared at him, her smile seemingly frozen as she turned away slowly, grossed out.
"Eh...okay." She stayed quiet the rest of the journey which Pitch, undoubtedly, appreciated. Pitch loves silence, which comes very rarely to him ever since he joined this ridiculous band of wannabe villains. He out of the whole ridiculous group decided against masks, one because his face is too beautiful to cover up and two because masks suffocates him. Turbo could be considered using a mask as he used a helmet, unlike him who goes bare from neck above.
"Mirror." Pitch muttered darkly and black sands swirled, taking form of a mirror where he ogled his face unashamedly. "Comb, gel." he continued and began styling his hair, spiking it into needles.
"Do you know when you do that your hair just looks oily and dirty?" Hans murmured, caressing his sideburns and adjusting his snot-smothered scarf.
"And your hair still looks like a woman menstruate above your head." Pitch murmured in response, his attention still fixed upon his hair. He summoned a hair spray and proceeded to give his hair a few sprays admiring the needles his hair was shaped in before waving his hand to get rid of the comb, mirror, gel and hair spray.
With a bang the whole shed dropped and the thin aluminium walls peel off under the pressure that rattled the shed. They found themselves in a much bigger space, one you can call a warehouse. "Finally, someone actually got us into a real 'warehouse'!" Gothel snidely remarked, looking at Hans in contempt which he replied with a glare of his own.
A silence passed between them. "So, we just wait?" Hans remarked, looking around the large space and it's wooden plank walls. "Is it just me or this warehouse smells like a barn?"
"There's no hay around and do you mind and please zip that huge mouth of yours?" Dr Callaghan barked, clearly at wits end at Hans.
"I'm sticking with waiting." Pitch stated, followed by Gothel's agreeing nod.
"Yeeeheeheeeee!" Turbo screeched, his laugh rung through the warehouse. The others looked amongst themselves in mock horror, with Pitch massaging his temple once more.
Somewhere in the city college, 4 heroes are busy with their own schedules.
A woman got up from her chair, fixing her platinum blonde hair in a French braid before taking her paper and proceeded to go in front of the class.
"Ms. Arendelle, are you done with your test?" The professor questioned, her brown eyes glittering in pride. "Oh how I wish my daughter was more like you, PAY ATTENTION DURING THE TEST MERIDA!" She snapped looking at the red-headed girl with a curly mane whose attention was anywhere but the test paper.
"MOM! Ya never taught me tis!" She protested indignantly, her accent thick as she wrung her hands around, her pen flying out of her grasp and landing with a sharp thud on another student's thigh. The blonde girl hissed and pulled the pen out before snapping it in half and throwing it back to Merida.
"Are you insane?" She squawked, her voice laced with pain, "Ms. Elinor permission to go to the restroom." Elinor nodded and stared at Merida with a withering scowl that made everyone near Merida scoot away. She walked gracefully to Merida, her head held high like a regal queen as she slammed her hand on Merida's desk.
"I taught you this, just 5 minutes ago, while you were snoring your lungs away, Elsa memorized it all and got 100 percent on her test score." She picked up Merida's paper with a grimace, reading the answers, aghast. "Merida! Scarcity is not a city!" Everyone around burst into fits of laughter while Elsa struggled to keep her face neutral.
"Ms, pardon me, may I leave to the restroom too?" Elsa, questioned gracefully followed by a girl tripping over her overgrown brown hair who raised her hands up and yelled,
"Me too Ms!"
"Alright, Ms. Corona submit the paper on my desk and you may leave, Ms. Arendelle, you too." Elinor nodded and shifted her gaze to Merida's paper once more, "Good Lord! What is this atrocity?" Merida slumped on her chair in defeat, waving meekly at her friends leaving to the restroom. "Merida! Sit straight!" Merida jerked her body up instantaneously, anger filling her eyes.
"Mother! Tis is Economy class, naut a place where we all act like queens!" Her protests fell upon deaf ears as her mother began shrieking at the monstrosity of her test paper.
Meanwhile in the restroom, "Astrid, are you okay?" Rapunzel questioned into the room, hearing a growl in response. Elsa sighed, this happened way too often. The toilet in their college looks awfully luxurious, it was well lighted and the toilet seats have heaters attached to it which makes doing 'things' so much more comfortable. The tiles are well kept, it looks almost new just like the ceramic walls the surrounds the stalls.
"I'm going to stab the pen into her neck next time and make sure its as painful as possible before her rebirth." Astrid hissed from one of the toilet stall, wounding a roll of tissue as temporary bandage. Elsa heard a bit of gnashing and wild munching like Astrid was eating some sort of food in frustation and anger.
"Here, no need to waste tissues, I'll fix it up." Rapunzel worriedly said. The toilet stall door opened with a long creak and Astrid came out, limping slightly, clutching her thigh. Gritting her teeth she spoke, "Punzie, make it quick, I don't have time for this. What if people sees our powers?"
"Yet you have time to create a chocolate bar, and eat it." Elsa raised her left eyebrow in suspicion at the chocolate bar that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, "You could have disinfect your wound at least."
"You're just jealous I got the time do this!" Astrid replied angrily, taking a huge bite of the delicious treat.
"Hush! I'm tryna focus!" Rapunzel hissed, shutting them both up, she placed her hands over the wound and spoke, "[activatecode='#01:healbeam'][/activate]" Her hands and hair glowed and a beam of light flow through, making the wound stitch itself up. But unfortunately, hair began to grew above the wound as well.
"Are you kidding me? I just waxed it!" Astrid squawked angrily, brandishing her chocolate bar like an axe, pointing it to Rapunzel's dainty face.
"Hey! It's not my fault that heal beam works wonders, it works so well it also heal broken hair roots! You should be thanking me!" Rapunzel gasped at the lack of gratitude, curling her fists as if preparing for a punch.
"Oh hush up you both!" Elsa shouted, stopping the argument before it gets physical, "[activatecode='#05:summonobject\wax strip'][/activate]" A wax strip appeared in her hand which she placed over the patch of regrown hair on Astrid's thigh and yanked it off, ignoring the screams that escaped Astrid. "If you guys keep arguing I'll make sure that the next waxing will be on your head."
Suddenly the toilet door slammed open, revealing a furious Merida. "That woman!" She seethed, "She canna understand just how much I deenuh want me father's company!" She wrung her hands in anger, failing to notice Astrid's prominent scowl.
"No you don't Astrid!" Rapunzel started, covering Astrid's lips but it's far too late as Astrid has uttered the words,
"[suicide][/suicide]" And the whole toilet blew up with an explosion of colors, killing the 4 superheroes.
"I really fail to understand," Pitch started, "Just what is taking those nimrods so long?" He paced around, black sand swirling at his feet mirroring his agitation.
"Do you think those heroes are actually dead?" Gothel asked, hope filling her voice.
"NO!NO!NO!" Turbo wailed in agony.
Dr. Callagahn scowled, "We need the money so for our sake, I hope not."
Hans screamed for absolutely no reason at all, "I can't do this! I can't! I'm so hungry! I'm tired!"
Gothel bounded at him brandishing her knives, "And whose fault it that?"
Their 3 captives began to stir, waking to the sounds of fighting. Their kidnappers are busy fighting themselves.
"With each cut you'll grow 30 minutes older!" Gothel taunted, holding her knife close to Hans' face, who struggled but unfortunately was pinned down by Dr. Callagahn.
Meanwhile Pitch and Turbo are busy zapping and suffocating each other. They found themselves the only ones not fighting and they decided to change that fact.
"Well isn't this just pleasant?" Said victim 2 whose hair glowed white in stark contrast with the dark warehouse, "We don't even need to use our powers." His blue eyes twinkled in mischief.
"Not like we can use them either, these ropes are anti-magic." victim 1 said in monotone, "I could grab my knife but unfortunately, it's in my boots and unless you want to open my boots with your mouth then I suggest we should stay put. Oh and I've got a prosthetic foot that shouldn't be tinkered with." He shook his head as his brown locks waved wildly.
Victim 3 grunted in response, not caring about the scene unfolding around him.
It took a few more hours before the heroes actually arrived and by that time the villains has wiped themselves out. They each laid on the ground, knocked out.
"Astrid!"Elsa growled, waking up in clean clothes, the pain still felt so fresh like her flesh was being peeled and burned. Rebirths are always painful especially if you can feel the pain. She looked around and admired her rebirth room. The crystalline snowflakes hung from the ceiling, shimmering. The walls were painted blue, just the way she like it. Her room was quite clean so she assumed that Gerda has been quite busy. She could stay there forever but then she remembers that there are more important matters at hands like killing Astrid and gutting her.
She slammed the blue wooden door open and ran down the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of the red wooden door with an axe carved into it. "Astrid! open this right now!" Elsa pounded at the door, preparing to kick the door down if she have to. She can feel the frustration rise up and she posed in a stance, ready to kick the door down when..
"It hurts ta even move ye, lil shize!" Merida's furious voice filled the hallway, Merida's door burst open and the redhead came running out with her curls wild, brandishing her bow like a madman on strike.
She heard Astrid's terrified squeal and Merida started kicking her door, "Open it!" She yelled with fury and Elsa had to stifle her laughter, the previous anger long forgotten. Suddenly a bone-chilling scream rang out, Rapunzel ran out of her lavender coloured door, her hair now blonde as she used it as a whip.
"Everyone clear away from the door, I'm about to make Astrid-kebab." She whispered and the other two company moved away. "Hey Astrid, we're leaving for Korean barbecue, see you later." She stomped away, imitating Merida's accent, pretending she was in a conversation. Almost immediately, the telltale click of a door lock being opened was heard.
"Wait!" Astrid cried out but didn't get to finish as Merida tackled her to the ground, snarling like a wild bear, holding an arrow close to Astrid's face.
"I'm going ta make ye rebirth so painful that ye won't be able to get up for a week." She hovered her arrow above Astrid's solar plexus, ready to stab and twist.
"Wait!" Rapunzel shouted, half mocking Astrid half serious, "I just got a notification that 3 people are being held hostages by the Evil 5 Gang! They told us to bring money!" Merida rolled off Astrid with a snarl while Rapunzel, proceeded to flick her wrist smartly, her hair acting like a whip on Astrid. As usual, no one was bothered by Astrid's screams.
"Oh good Lord!" Elsa moaned, "Guys, lets huddle inside this circle," She started drawing a large circle with a sharpie,"[displacement][/displacement] Displacement Code Activate!" She shouted, waiting a minute before the code activated.
"Why aren't we using Merida's passive?" Rapunzel sighed, "Displacement takes way too long!"
"Oh and remind me why we haven't recruited Anna yet?" Astrid hissed, glaring at Elsa.
"She's too young and I'm sorry to say but is also absolutely clueless when memorising codes. Now hush! We're about to transport!"
They transported with a flash of light, there one second and gone in the next appearing in the warehouse only to be greeted with the sight of their enemies sprawled all over, out cold. Being the person she always is, Elsa commanded, "Brandish your weapons! Don't fall into their trap!"
"Urm...I'm pretty sure that they're all knocked out." Victim 2 started.
"You shut up!" Astrid hissed, being the ever so loyal comrade to their leader.
"[activatecode='#05:summonobject\sword'][/activate]" Elsa yelled, followed by Astrid summoning of course, her trusty axe. Merida didn't bother as she already has has her bow in hand from the 'Astrid' incident.
"Eh whoops Elsie. I think I activated the wrong code." Rapunzel smiled sheepishly, her hair swishing at her feet.
"You what now?" Elsa shrieked in alarm, the rest of the group crowding over her. She squeezed the bridge of her tall nose, "Forget that, what exactly did you activate?"
"[demolish][/demolish]" She murmured, "Demolition code 19975" Oh dear, that explosion will be as large as a nuclear blast.
"Eh we'll survive." Merida said nonchalantly, throwing her hands up.
"YEAH BUT THEY WON'T!" Elsa gestured at the blank faces of the victims they are supposed to rescue from the hands of the terrorists.
"What did we get ourselves into?" Victim 1 asked in monotone.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire." Victim 2 sighed. "Nice meeting you both, may we find ourselves together in heaven too." Victim 3 snorted something inaudible as he struggled against the ropes that bound them.
"Quick Astrid, check how much time they have left!" Elsa muttered, panic evident in her tone.
"Uhh 7 seconds Elsa, we're going to die in Punzie's hands again."
"Hey! Earlier was your fault Astrid!" Rapunzel squawked indignantly.
"GOOD STARS! MERIDA ACTIVATE YOUR EMERGENCY PASSIVE POWER!" Elsa screamed, tugging at her French braid in fear.
"Elsa! It takes days ta recharge!" Merida complained, her Scottish accent tinting the air. Rapunzel and Astrid are still bickering back and forth.
"DO IT NOW!" Elsa commanded, her voice wavering like a boy's first voice crack from soprano to bass.
"[passivecode='#78:teleport']" Merida shouted. They disappeared with a flicker of light and a nuclear blast loud enough heard from city erupted in the middle of the ocean.
The air was empty where they once stood, the charges in the air stinging. The three captives looked amongst themselves, still tied in their ropes.
"They are a useless bunch of superheroes." Victim 2 sighed, "They didn't even bother to untie us."
"I know." Victim 1 murmured in monotone.
"Terrible" Victim 3 grunted in agreement, struggling against the stupid binds.
"Let's shout for help in 1...2...3!" The 3 victims screamed, sounding like a terrible form of choir, a mixture of monotone, drama and plain grunts.
A/N: Hey! I hoped you liked it, I got a bit side tracked because I accidentally deleted 1/3 of the whole thing. Hopefully, I'll be able to update this soon considering it's about 3000 words. So well, this is my first fanfiction ever and I hope you'll go easy on me with the criticism. Oh right, thanks for reading and please drop a review if you liked it. Oh and the ships will come much later, I'm pretty sure we already know which ship amarite? So once more ,thanks. -TELLIA Q