Warning: super-natural, slash, het, experiments, abuse, lying, cheating, killing, fighting, cursing, ect.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Pairing: Multi/Kyle, Bunny, Stendy, Candy, and Bendy
Translations: I got them from Google Translate
Summary: Three kinds of people these days, the most frequent were the people with powers, abilities, things that made them 'better', then, the average humans, who were just average. And then, the Failures. The once average humans that had undergone so much science, no one really knows what they are.
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Out of a group of five people, four of them will grow up to find themself with an ability.
The last one would be a human for the rest of their life.
And out of one billion people, there will only be one person that will dedicate their life to science.
Of at least, when they are forced to.
"Left!" Stan screamed.
A burst of fire engulfed the entire area.
"Thanks!" Craig gasped out as the flamer-master nodded at him.
"N-Ngh... No problem..." Tweek nodded, "C-Can you get up?"
"Yeah," Craig limped up.
A wave of ice fell through as Stan came back next to them, "You holding up okay?" he asked, eyebrow arched.
"Yeah," Craig said, getting up to his feet, shaking his head, "You finished then?"
"Yeah, the cops will take care of the rest."
Contrary to popular belief the two of the males could get along, usually only on missions, but they get along.
"Let's get home," the male nodded.
"B-Before the paparazzi, please," Tweek nodded.
The three nodded, shuddering at the last memory of the crazy media.
"Let's go then," Craig grumbled darkly as he made his way to his motorcycle, and carefully watched the blond spaz smile at him, before getting on his yellow one.
Craig had a dark blue one, while Stan's sleek red one was a worthy opponent.
The sped off into the night, all heading to the same place.
Home.
"Welcome back!" the call came through as the three male trudged through the main lounging room, where their team claimed as their base.
"Glad to be back," Craig called back, yawning, "Dinner?"
"Dinner," Stan grinned, a knowing grin on his face as Tweek bounced to the kitchen, where he found his favorite human.
"Kyle!" he cried out happily, rushing at the male and effectively hugging him firmly.
"Ugh! Tweek! The eggs! The eggs!" panice was clear in the male's voice, and Craig didn't bother hiding an amused smile.
Family. This was family now.